At the height of her career, Vreeland was an editor at Vogue, but for many years before that she was a columnist at Harper's Bazaar. Her longest running piece was called Why Don't You? and was just a simple list of extravagant suggestions to insert in one's life for fun. The film mentions five of them and I thought they were so fabulous that I went scouring the internet for more.
All of these ideas are as impractical as they are extravagant, but they make me feel fancy just typing them out on the computer. Oooooo!
Why don’t you…try the lovely combination of tourmalines and pale rubies?
Why don’t you…turn your old ermine coat into a bathrobe?
Why don’t you…wear loose velvet gloves in wonderful colors – the right hand in violet velvet, the left in burgundy? These gloves at the theater emerging from a beautiful fur cap would be effective.
Why don’t you…if you are a tawny blond, wear bright yellow pajamas with carved coral bracelets?
Why don’t you…knit yourself a skullcap?
Why don’t you…sweep into the drawing-room on your first big night with an enormous red fox muff with many skins?
Why don’t you…give someone an enormous white handkerchief linen table-cloth, and in different handwriting and different colors (black, acid green, pink, scarlet and pale blue) have embroidered all the bon mots you can possibly think of?
Why don’t you…give a case of vin rose – a delicious wine for luncheon or simple dinners?
Why don’t you…give a length of exquisite brocade – enough for an evening envelope, to bind a favorite book, or make a little jacket?
Why don’t you…give Chanel’s “Glamour”? It drives men crazy.
Why don’t you…go to the theatre in a black tweed evening suit with a jacket embroidered in brilliant paillettes?
Why don’t you…wear, like the Duchess of Kent, three enormous diamond stars arranged in your hair in the front?
Why don’t you…have the most beautiful necklaces in the world made of huge pink spiky coral with big Siberian emeralds?
Why don’t you…wear Suzanene Talbot’s black crepe glove embroidered in gold like the hand that bore a falcon?
Why don’t you…order Schiaparelli’s cellophane belt with your name and telephone number on it?
I dare you to read that list and not feel fancy. I dare you.