A place to see and be seen. A sea of beautiful people in beautiful clothes. The Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic was really everything I imagined it would be.
Last year I saw pictures of this event as they flooded my social media newsfeed. Famous people, local bloggers, and even friends all seemed to know about this fabulous event. Feeling a major sense of FOMO, I vowed to attend the next year. Because why not? Who needs an excuse to dress like you’re in the Great Gatspy , pack a picnic for a beautiful day, sip some Veuve and just be bourgeois.
The morning of, Peter and I packed up a little picnic basket, grabbed our blanket and headed down to Battery Park. We arrived to find a long winding line of attractive, glamorously dressed people, all waiting to board the ferry that would take us to Staten Island. As a fashion blogger, I was in paradise. I was surrounded by so much inspiration.
We eventually arrived to the polo grounds, and were welcomed by Veuve Clicquot decor as far as the eye could see. Large signs made of grass, big bright yellow umbrellas, chairs, sunglasses, hats, and of course champagne, all donning the words of its sponsor.
It was a perfect day. We got a healthy mid-afternoon buzz off some bubbly, ran into some friends, and learned a bit about a game I personally had never watched before.
When I thought about what to wear, I took inspiration from my horse-racing style. Bright spring / summer colors, a flowy dress, and of course a hat. Ladylike and lovely — but comfortable — that seemed to be the perfect interpretation of “Clicquot style”.
Assessment? It was a fabulously bourgeois and boozy weekend. Who wants to join me next year?
Dress :: Macy’s (loving this)
Scarf :: The Limited (similar)
Hat :: Ralph Lauren (cute option)
Shoes :: Aldo (obsessed)
Necklace :: Wantable
Sunglasses :: Rayban
Bag :: Michael Kors (option)
Bracelet :: Lizzibeth (similar)
Watch :: Marc Jacobs