And this is how my imaginary boyfriend will dress...

While I'm rocking ladylike charm, he'll be brooding oh so adorably in Consuelo Castiglioni's working-man inspired collection for Marni, as if Thomas Ripley had stayed in the states and met a quirkily elegant girl with a small trust fund and a large art collection and lived happily ever after in the East Village instead of going to Italy, falling sartorially in love with Dicky Greenleaf, becoming gay (presumably) and killing everybody who accused him of being bourgeois for the rest of his life. Wouldn't this be nicer? Yes. Yes, it would.

 So boyish and easy, but the wicked cool leather makes it...well, wicked cool.

P.S. While Matt Damon is inarguably one of the most underrated leading men in hollywood, I'm not nuts about the film as anything more than a giant editorial on what to wear all the time. The Ripley books, by Patricia Highsmith, however, are a must read. They are gorgeously crafted and creepy as hell, a truly beautiful, wistful exploration of the dark places emotional deprivation can take someone who longs deeply for love and beauty. And dear old Patty had mad style!