“I’m not one of those people who dress up because
they’re going to a party or a show,” says longtime fashion
journalist Lynn Yaeger (left). “I’m always dressed the way I
dress. I don’t have an off day.” Having “turned
against pants” when she was a child, Yaeger prefers voluminous,
waistless frocks—the more layers, the better. “I’m the
opposite of someone who goes to the gym and wants to show off her body.
I’m always adding more tulle petticoats underneath.” A flea
market connoisseur and a toy collector, Yaeger recalls an extended
period when she would wear vintage twenties finds “because I
wanted great, interesting clothes, and I couldn’t afford them. So
that was a good solution.” Her punk phase, however, was over in a
New York minute. “I was the worst punk ever. My face is just like
this dopey little girl’s face. The twenties suits me
better—that boop-boop-ee-doo kind of thing.” Yaeger, who
buys two of everything, currently has her eye on some French butcher
smocks. But having eccentric style, she acknowledges, can be “a
man killer, because it’s not about being sexy. It’s very
single-minded, and I think that audacity can be a little scary to some
people.”
J. mendel fox-fur boa; Louis Vuitton bag. Yaeger wears her
own clothing, jewelry, and remaining accessories.
November 2012