The Concourse D’Elegance at Pebble Beach is considered THE automotive event in the world. It’s where billionaires fly in on their private jets and freeloaders like me try to sneak something on to their bar tab. (don’t mind if I do…)
Needless to say, the cars are insane. I’ll tell you more about that later. Right now, it’s all about the humans. More specifically, what these people wore to the show. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to expect, I mean, what does one wear to view the world’s most expensive cars? I’ve been to plenty a yacht club and garden party in my day (I’m from CT, it’s my birthright), so I wasn’t quite sure. I did know, however, it probably wasn’t this:
It would make me ecstatic to find that these ladies owned half the field. She’s like ‘I can wear my Nikes with a skirt, bitches, because my Alfa is worth more than your house!’ Hell yeah.
Most men chose to wear something that echoed the judges uniform of khakis, blue blazer and straw hat as evidenced by these Stanford students:
That kid in the righthand corner is asking his professor “Should I spend $250k on my education or a Ferrari?” We both know which one Mama’d vote for..
Women, on the other hand, generally dressed in elegantly understated dresses with beautiful hats:
Beautiful. Who’s her pilates instructor? Damn. Anyway, what these ladies understood is that Pebble isn’t a place to show off or be checked out, because unless your vagina is under the hood of a ’35 Duesenberg, nobody really gives a flying carpet. Sadly, this chic didn’t get the memo:
The good news is that for every awfully dressed women, there were at least 2 fabulously dressed gay men– thank you San Francisco:
Another exception is the red Ferrari mama who couldn’t take 3 steps without posing with her dog:
She looks great. Although Luigi does not look happy. He’s like, ‘Mama, Luigi no like-a the plastic Ferrari! Please put me back in your purse.”
In other fabulously dressed Ferrari news, my friend Matteo knows how to rock a yellow shirt like nobody’s business:
But the winner of Best Outfit In Show goes to this lady who wore a hat made of newspaper and duct tape styled by her 8 year old grandson:
She puts those stiletto-sporting, two bit hussies to shame. Maybe her grandson can help these two next year:
