It is a distinct pleasure to announce the results of The Little Black Jacket contest... the essays in praise of Carine Roitfeld were so good that I decided to modify the prize structure and award three winners. I will be publishing various entries from the contest over the next few weeks beginning today with the winning essay, congratulations and thanks to all who entered!
"Carine Roitfeld: The One and Only"
Prize: The Little Black Jacket and IWTBAR black tee
Morgan Von Steen
"Rap Ode To Carine Roitfeld"
Prize: IWTBAR black tee
"Relating To Carine Roitfeld"
Prize: IWTBAR mug
Carine Roitfeld: The One and Only
By Sarra Salib
Carine Roitfeld celebrated Vogue Paris’ 90th anniversary by writing “If one word were to sum up the elegance, the luxury, the audacity, the desire and the spirit, no doubt it would be Vogue.” I would like to take the opportunity to modify Carine’s breathtakingly beautiful happy anniversary note and dedicate it to The One and Only herself: If one name were to sum up the elegance, the irreverence, the audacity, the charm, and the spirit, no doubt it would be Carine Roitfeld. The first time I fell in love with Carine was through Style.com’s “Get the Look.” The look was her (in my opinion) iconic, casual, summer ensemble. Carine wore perfectly tailored, 70s cut white pants; olive colored Equipment silk shirt; the unobtrusive Salvador Dali crucifix necklace; nude, dangerously high sandals; honey hued straight screen of hair; kohl rimmed eyes; and one must not forget, Carine’s favorite accessory, the cell phone. Style.com’s description was accurate in that “It’s impossible to emulate the style of Paris Vogue’s Carine Roitfeld.” This was quintessential Carine. This was cool Carine. The outfit looks deceivingly simple to one’s eye, but when dissected down, there are myriad elements that make this ephemeral style belong to one person. Indeed, there is no point in belaboring futile efforts. Is it the way she conspicuously takes each step as if the concrete street is her own runway? Is it the way her hair falls on her face and masks her as a shield? Is it the way her haunting green eyes peer from behind and delve deep into the enchanted followers’ souls? Even the way she rolls her sleeves is permeated by aesthetic. An essay is an insufficient space to serenade Carine. I could go on elaborating and abstracting, and still fail to capture this woman’s genius and talent. A daughter, a sister, a mother, a lover, and a legendary stylist. She’s everything. Her genuine and sincere smile is enough reason to make you fall in love.
Carine Roitfeld photograph courtesy of Fashion Spot.