Erika Girardi’s Striped Look in Italy

Somewhere in Erika’s Pretty Mess press tour, this stripe would have been doing damage control with a smirk.

It’s a crisp resort-stripe situation, the kind of cotton that holds a crease through a three-course lunch and still looks composed when the espresso arrives. Erika wore it in Italy, which is Atlanta-housewife shorthand for “I am no longer taking your calls, NeNe.” The print is graphic without screaming, the cut is cleaner than her legal defense, and the whole thing reads like a woman who packed for the paparazzi and pretended she didn’t.

Wear it where you’d like to be misidentified as European old money (mock pity for those who can’t). Into the Vault →.