Moda Operandi launched "The One That Got Away," a new video series featuring tales of fashion heartbreak and how to find the dress you love again. I really was inspired by Karlie Kloss and Man Repeller's stories that I decided to share my own anecdote about the dress that I literally had an out of body experience at first sight...
It was Mid -May, when the summer temperatures are just returning back to normalcy, the day the one got away felt quite like the July baby I am. I was invited to cover the Barnes Foundation opening gala just three hours before on a warm Friday afternoon. Needless to say, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. With little time to get ready for this momentous occasion, I quickly opted for something still in the dry cleaning bag: a Max Azria tangerine orange silk tank dress,with tulle flowers lining the skirt hemline. It was an easy choice for shoes; my brand new Alexander Wang forest green leather heels. My outfit was as reminiscent of a garden party in Barcelona, but also more like a sweet smelling flower, at best. I invited the new guy I was dating at the time to come along and take some pictures of me. First date instructions to dating me? I promptly instructed him via text to wear a tux and meet me in front of some museum. To make a long story short, it was an amazing evening full of tell tale art and style. So many amazing people I admired were in attendance, from politicians to socialites and film directors in celebrating the new home of Dr. Barnes’ spectacular collection. Have you seen so many Oscar de la Renta’ dresses and Picasso paintings in an hour before? Not to mention, I may have been the youngest person there and Bill Cunningham the oldest! Anyways, after socially circumventing the room, chatting and taking pictures, I sadly learned that my pesky junior prom date discovered my existence and sent his brother over who was also part of the bar staff to question me. Since this prom boy hadn’t seen me since prom night like five years ago, I guess this whole thing was amusing to him. Nonetheless, I was over the situation. Not thinking twice after my last sip of champagne and when things got weird, I made a dash to the entrance by the grand stairway. Given the fact that I was uninterested in Norway Jones performing, this decision was a no brainer. Did I mention, my date (our first date!), stuck it out like a trooper and followed my lead without question. We also learned that Junior prom boy was totally wasted. A reason for his behavior, and anyways, he ended up getting escorted out. You know he sort of threaten my date, (on our first date!). In retrospect, I really wanted to stay for dinner, the glowing tent looked magical.
Ahem, as I was saying about “the one that got away...”
Upon leaving the museum, there I saw it! Some glittery thing, sparking in the dimly lit atrium. It spoke to me. No, it sang some sort of religious hymnal. I whipped out my camera. I had to take a picture of the dress and this lady who was wearing it like a goddess, who was sashaying down the stairs to her table. It was long sleeved and deep purple. The kind of purple, purple enough to its truest form sans the color of wine. This lady was like the doyenne of everything in the book of style and class. Since she was in a rush, I thankfully demanded the name of her dress instead of her name! That would come much later when I spotted the purple dream in the New York Times style section and decided to email its owner the very photo I snapped that night! I won't disclose her name, but the purple sequined dress was Norell, circa 1960s. From that night on, I dreamt of wearing a dress like this. However, every fashionista knows for certain that vintage gems don’t come around often.