“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.
Photography by Tim Walker