We’re All Obsessed With CBK — But I Didn’t Survive a New York Winter to Dress in Black and White
My POV on the Carolyn Bessette effect — and why spring deserves more personality (and color). Embrace the decade of your time!!!
I know we’re all currently obsessed with CBK (Carolyn Bessette Kennedy), the love tragedy (oh sorry, story), her minimalist ’90s, CK-coded aesthetic — but I have to be honest: this phenomenon is on the verge of becoming its own caricature.
First of all, this is just how people dressed in the ’90s. The examples are endless. And like I often say about Zendaya — or any other attractive, tall, slender woman — it’s actually quite hard to make them look bad.
I wonder: if CBK had been deeply into 17th-century–inspired dressing, would we all be romanticizing lace collars right now, and would the associated brands be enjoying their day in the PR sun?
While I appreciate the quiet power of black-and-white minimalism, I didn’t survive a New York winter just to emerge into April dressed like February never ended.
Spring, to me, should feel like relief — a loosening, a return to personality. Not uniform dressing disguised as good taste.
And while we’re all busy obsessing over CBK minimalism, I can’t help but wonder why Jackie O — arguably one of the greatest masters of personal style — isn’t a bigger part of this conversation.
Here are a few outfits — and a few cool girl/mom pieces — to consider as we all breathe in the fresh air of spring (soon to be known as pollen season).
Minimalism has its place — but spring always asks for a little more personality





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