Launched Sunday, Lilly Pulitzer for Target has already come and gone —quite quickly, as a matter of fact. It was a masterful act of marketing for Lilly’s parent company, Oxford Industries, whose stock leapt 7 percent. Target itself comes away with slightly less to brag about, with thousands of irate customers walking away with empty hands and thwarted aspirational dreams. Whether the disappointed budget-preps shell out for Lilly directly from the source is yet to be seen, but no matter how you slice it this is a huge win for the brand.
Some of you are probably shaking your heads in dismay. Lilly Pulitzer is no doubt a divisive brand among the buttondown set. Some have never been fans, some were fans of the old stuff, some love the old and new alike. I was interested in the overlap of clientele during and after the heyday, and recently asked Richard Press to expand a bit on the connection between J. Press and Lilly Pulitzer, which he’s alluded to in the past. “In 1970 Don Leas visited me,” he said. “He was the Lilly men’s rep as well as a Palm Beach and Philadelphia socialite. We agreed to carry a Lilly line of Ivy League caricatures (Princeton tigers, Yale bulldogs), and a group of Lilly pants, sport jackets, and half-sleeved men’s sport shirts, as long as he confined the items to J. Press in areas contiguous to our stores. Donald was a handsome bon vivant, and after receiving our orders we would head over to the Yale Club, where we closed the bar. We enjoyed great success with the line which lasted perhaps four or five years before it died a natural death.”
It may give some a coronary, but to me a J. Press sack jacket in a Lilly print sounds fantastic. It turns out that I actually quite like Lilly Pulitzer, despite what others have called my otherwise conservative sensibility. I have several vintage Lilly Pulitzer ties that were gifts to my father from James Bradbeer, one of the Philadelphia investors who revived the brand (with Ms. Pulitzer’s guidance and design expertise) in the 1990s.
While in Florida this winter, I wore one for dinner at Joe’s Stone Crab (with a Press blazer) and was seated immediately, while the slovenly tourists in front of us were told there was an hour wait.
During that same trip to the Sunshine State I spent some time in Palm Beach looking for Lilly “men’s stuff,” as it was once called, but to my great disappointment there was precious little to be found in vintage stores, and none whatsoever in the retail location at the Breakers. Worse still, many of the ladies on Worth Avenue were wearing pricy yoga pants instead of printed shifts, and seemed not to be heading to Ta-Boo for lunch, but rather Starbucks between training sessions. I saw one or two gents in traditional Palm Beach wear — bright pants, blazer, straw hat — but, outside of a few drinking establishments, the people I met in Palm Beach dressed basically the same as any other prosperous leisure community.
That Lilly for Target was a highly profitable maneuver can’t be argued. As for Lilly’s cachet, that remains to be seen. I’m not convinced it will hurt the prestige of the brand among dedicated followers. After all, if Ralph Lauren can appeal to both aspirational and luxury customers, Lilly Pulitzer should be able to as well. It’s my hope that perhaps in the near future Lilly Pulitzer will expand the higher end of its offerings, manufacture more in America, and maybe even partner again with a company such as J. Press or Brooks Brothers to recreate some of the more stylish offerings from the late ’60s and early ’70s.
In the meantime, I’ll wear the ties I have. I may even put one on for brunch with my lady next weekend to cheer her up. She slept until 9 AM last Sunday, when most Target stores had already been sold out of the Lilly Pulitzer collection for an hour. Then again, perhaps wearing one of the ties would just be rubbing it in. — DANIEL C. GREENWOOD
I saw one of these jackets with a J. Press label on Ebay once it caused a bit a ruckus on Ask Andy when it was posted. I saw a Chipp swim suit that looked like Lilly. I ran the RN number and it was indeed Lilly.
Speaking of Florida this place has vintage, Fashionista West Palm Beach.
And Mr. Cary of The Cary Collection seems to have a corner on the high end vintage market. http://www.thecarycollection.com/
….and speaking of “Ask Andy” and the several other similar online groups, it often seems that the most bizarre comments come from those who never post pictures of themselves.
Sometimes I think that all of the various online groups could be improved by limiting posts that only have words (but no pictures) to those who also post pictures of themselves.
Well yes, “Russell Street” was the most notoriously bizarre poster in the history of trad on the web, and when he finally revealed himself wow that’s one badly dressed dude.
Interesting take on things:
Ask Andy Trad. Group thinking cheap shit is acceptable when combined into an accepted and stale look. Just visiting that site has the very real potential to seriously degrade any sense of style on may have had. I mean how insecure are those lemmings that they have to define and associate every aspect of their style (and is some cases life) with a vague and mostly arbitrary definition suited to a majority opinion? I mean at least back in the day it exhibited some individualism and style…
The only place worse if FNB. But then again at least you can argue that that site is more about cosplay and larping than it is about style…
Just checked my calendar to make sure it wasn’t the 1st of April.
Actually, having been in Palm Beach in February, both on Worth Ave., McCarty’s and Ta-Boo, as well as several of the upscale private clubs, i found the old school PB style very intact. The author must have been among tourists. Saw zero yoga pants, although they are ubiquitous elsewhere, often on very wrong derrieres.
Lily for Target was dissapointing. It’s never any fun if you can’t exclude others. Such a nice piece of charity work though; helping plebes feel slightly patrician if only through their attire.
Lilly/Target frou frou an example of Nietzsche’s theory of recurrence.
Yes, “eternal recurrence” as I recall (das ewige zomthing-or-other?). But could you please elaborate?
Cribbed note: “….this eternal play of repetition, configuration that have previously existed must yet attract, repulse, kiss & corrupt each other again.”