Fashion-blogging Wisconsin Avenue: Brooks Brothers

Tennis whites. Twin sets. Single-strand pearls.

This is not clothing, mind you; this is armor - the armor of WASP invincibility. If you are wearing an ensemble like this, you are guaranteed to:

- Always get the best service at the Volvo dealership

- Beat out that skank at the silent auction for the Red Door "Day of Beauty"

- Neither slip nor flail awkwardly when traversing that tricky gap between dock and schooner

Ultimately, all I know is this: No shirt has ever emerged from beneath my iron looking so crisp. I'm continually amazed that Chevy Chase allows me to live within its borders.

Read more scintillating commentary on the Chevy Chase window displays...including in today's Washington Post Express!

* Please forgive the lack of photo. Attempts to capture the window displays resulted in serious glare and photography like a bad art school project. If my prose does not suffice, please check out the wares yourself just steps from the Friendship Heights metro.

Maryland/Dakar: Friends with boats...
That's the beauty of finally living by the ocean. Every summer I vow that I'll drive up to Annapolis to either take sailing lessons or latch onto a group of wealthy schooner-owning bon vivants. (There's always the Potomac, but who knows what you'll float up against there - Jimmy Hoffa, overstock from Bob's Bargain Organ Trafficking, detritus from a Georgetown keg party...)

As evidenced by an absence of funnel cake, NC-17-rated t-shirts and high school graduation parties, the photo above was not taken in Ocean City. To read more about Yoff Beach, see the May 2006 archives.

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