The Perfect

Our new collection of hand-painted carryalls inspired by the iconic Nantucket Lightship basket. Hi everyone! This weekend we’re excited to share a little project we’ve been working on inspired by the iconic Nantucket Lightship Basket, a small and sturdy vessel handwoven from rattan and cane with a distinctive wooden base first created in the 19th century on Nantucket, where they became a special souvenir of a visit to the island.

Like most good things, jelly shoes were first invented in France. Created in 1946 to solve the post-WWII leather shortage, a cutlery maker named Jean Dauphant launched a brand called Sarraizienne, which was rebranded and patented as Méduse (French for jellyfish) nine years later. Hi everyone! We’re in the dog days now…how sweet it is! This week’s letter concerns the jelly sandal.

Bikinis: they don’t make ‘em like they used to. Honey Ryder with James Bond and her perfect suit in Doctor No., 1962. Hi, everyone! Happy Fourth of July to our readers in the USA. We hope you enjoyed Issue Twenty-Seven last week, which was conceived to help you (and us) pull it all together before the holiday weekend, including a great recipe for a rose-tinted take on the G&T involving grapefruit, Dolardia and So-Nic (Regatta’s genius soda and tonic combo), which we hope you’ll mix up tonight.

Hi everyone! Happy almost Fourth of July (and happy 250th birthday ‘Merica)! Silly season is officially here and this letter caters to the chaos: from the old-school cooler that’s bringing us joy to the party pant, shoe and shirt that will make your vacation look sing! We also have a wonderful recipe for a pink but bittersweet take on the classic G&T that you’ll want to mix for all your houseguests, plus the ultimate hostess gift (hint: it’s Hermès and under $400).

In honor of Daddy’s Day, (which is next Sunday in case you’ve forgotten), we asked our husbands for their wish lists. What better way to help you shop for the dad(s) in your life than to ask the dads in ours, right!? Their picks ranged from practical to pie-in-the-sky, so depending on the dad and your budget this year, there’s something for everyone.

Jean Paul Gaultier striped sweater, 1990s, care of the Metropolitan Museum of Art Hi, everyone! Reorganizing one’s knits is truly a full-time job. If you’re like us, June is the month you swap your winter sweaters for your summer ones, which got us thinking about what makes a truly great summer knit. In many ways, they’re more of a workhorse than winter knits: you have fewer of them and you need them—at least if you’re somewhere it gets chilly at night—every evening.

Hi, everyone! This weekend’s letter is all about detoxing your sportswear drawer. And it’s about time. Most of the stuff we exercise in contains PFAS (otherwise known as forever chemicals) and BPA (a petrochemical used to make plastic). They make fabrics repel the moisture and stains caused by sweat, last longer, smell better and retain their bright colors wash after wash. The bad news?

Summer Preparedness Hi, everyone. It’s officially Memorial Day Weekend. We kind of can’t believe it. If your spring has been anything like ours, things have been moving pretty fast. That’s why this issue is concerned with slowing down. It’s about easing into summer with the critical building blocks you need—the beach bag, the nail polish, the shoe, the jean—to feel (and look) fresh for a new season.

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Marella Agnelli lounging on one of her many pieces of Bonacina wicker furniture in the loggia of Villa Agnelli, her estate in Piedmont, Italy, 1967. Did you know we’re all moms here? Well, we are. And while we’d like to wish those of you who celebrate a HMD, we’d also like to put down on paper our deepest, darkest desires for the holiday—even though no one in our lives will ever give us anything of the sort.