Twinset

There are a lot of stupid so-called rules about fashion, like don't wear white in cool weather, don't wear black with navy or brown, don't wear blue tops with blue jeans. But my new favorite is this rule handed down by Kate Moss, who recently said of Christy Turlington, "The last time I saw Christy, she was wearing a twinset. You can think twinset, but you can't wear one."

I don't know what I love more about this quote: the inconsequential cattiness of it or the insight it gives into Kate's world, in which apparently wearing a matching shell and cardigan is a hideous taboo—the thought may enter your consciousness for a fleeting moment (we're all human, after all), but you must never, ever act upon it.

I'm wearing a twinset today in solidarity with Christy. It's the only one I have, a black-tipped ivory cashmere two-piece I picked up for $3 apiece at thrift, and I only bought the shell because I wasn't sure whether I'd keep the set or try to consign it. I decided to keep it. When I'm in a hurry in the morning and just want to throw something on but still feel pulled together, I think about the twinset, and then I wear it.