There were obligatory shopping sprees, cocktail pit-stops, and wandering walks over our long weekend. I tried exciting tastes with dinner and wine at Rosebud on Rush, a breakfast feast at Eleven City Diner, teasing sopas at High Noon Saloon, frozen cappuccinos and Jennifer Lopez conversation at the Artist's Cafe, seared halibut and maybe too many glasses of wine at Folklore Argentine Grill, a refreshing watermelon cocktail at The Violet Hour, a goat cheese burger and sangria at Terzo Piano’s artistic rooftop view, a cold beer on Navy Pier, Avi’s Avocado Burger at Rafael’s, and a final unspoken late lunch.
We scurried from store to store, finding hidden gems in the shops of Wicker Park. Belmont Army, Store B. Vintage, U.S. #1, Rudys Roundup, Vintage Underground Boutique, Eskell, and others housed wall-to-wall, drool-worthy items. I left dreaming of a layered diamond and pearl necklace. Still thinking of you, little one. I also found a switch-blade comb at Uncle Fun. Don’t let the kiddies show you magic tricks.
Our main reason for visiting Chicago, besides obnoxiously large amounts of hours giggling over shoes, was to visit the “Impressionsim, Fashion & Modernity” Exhibit at the Art Institute of Chicago. It was a truly remarkable display of the relationship between fashion and art during the 1860s, with a specific focus on Paris and 75 impressionist painters. Degas, Manet, Monet, Renoir, Tissot, and many more. I adored the exhibit’s delivery of comparison between the 24-foot paintings and the showcasing of intricately layered Parisian dresses. Besides the displayed corsets being the size of my thigh, I found myself floating from frame to frame, case to case, holding my heart as tiny silver shoes were displayed alongside feathered hats and lace fans. It was an absolutely beautiful and artistic moment to appreciate how fashion truly does impact art, atmosphere, and history.