Wearing a hooded, black mink cape and covered in jewels at two o’clock in the afternoon, blasting the audiobook of Robert Evans’ The Kid Stays in the Picture, Sarah-Jane Wilde was driving her 1975 triple-black Rolls Royce Corniche Coupe on Santa Monica Boulevard when a young man in a chrome Fisker pulled up next to her and rolled down his window. “You look so cool in that car,” he said. It was Justin Bieber. She thanked him, then drove home to make dinner for her kids. It was just another day in the life of Sarah-Jane Wilde, wife, mother of two boys, ages 7 and 13, and jewelry designer (who made opera-length pearl necklaces with tassels of her own hair for her best friend Thom Browne’s fashion show last season). Wearing a fox coat that Krystle Carrington really wore on Dynasty, she describes her own style as “strange, grandma, 1970s, old lady and flashy,” yet says her style icons, including Alain Delon, Halston, Yves Saint Laurent and Pier Paolo Pasolini, are all men.
Feature (tbd) Clockwise from top: A pair of THOM BROWNE shoes dipped in sterling silver rest on the floor by a velvet upholstered bed; a film projector is behind the drapes. Cigarettes and art in the living room. A TERRY O’NEILL photograph of Steve McQueen keeps watch over James Dean’s death mask in the Lucite box near an EAMES lounger.