The second floor was also home to some absolutely terrifying sport jackets for men. I imagined it was what Anita Bryant’s linen closet would have looked like after Hurricane Andrew: violent mangos, pinks and aquamarines starched into jackets of such female bedspread intensity they might cause even Ricardo Montalbán to run toward the volcano.
And then... the pants,
A particular vintage pair with lurid, efflorescent hydrangeas in a double knit was impossible to accessorize with anything short of “the Full Cleveland” (a white Naugahyde belt and shoes). I realized there was a mission afoot: Lilly Pulitzer’s unchained melody of prints — lily pads, pandas, daisies, gooseberries, oh my — are available in every cut you need to turn your relatives into the Von Trapp family singers.
And the nefarious scheme is finally revealed.
Critical Shopper | Lilly Pulitzer: Fashion With a Colorful Narrative by Cintra Wilson (NYTimes)
Lilly Pulitzer 1020 Madison Avenue near 79th Street, Upper East Side (Where else?)