Holiday wardrobe inspiration to take from The White Lotus season three
While we won't get Jennifer Coolidge dripping in Dolce, alas, we can be sure of some fashion moments all the same: JW Anderson beach bags, Rachel Comey sundresses and an Alémais cutaway jumpsuit complete with a starfish charm all feature in the new season.
The resort-wear brand Camilla featured in both seasons one and two; now it has collaborated with the show on a collection inspired by the artwork in the opening credits. 'Fashion and travel are a truly magical combination,' says its Sydney-based designer Camilla Franks.
In the real world, versatility in a holiday wardrobe is key, says Orlebar Brown founder Adam Brown: 'I recommend focusing on pieces that can transition seamlessly from beach to eveningwear. Lightweight linen, a print shirt, a smart pair of sandals.'
Don't get too bogged down in the idea of a minimalist capsule wardrobe though – there's so much fun to be had in holiday dressing, and while staples like plain linen shorts and shirts should always go in the case, Brown is predicting a revival of 1970s themes in 2025: 'Expect to see geometric prints, fun florals and bright colours.'
Dressing for hot, humid weather does require some practical considerations, too. 'It's all about cotton, cotton, cotton, and prints, prints, prints,' says Molly Russell, the founder of Pink City Prints. 'I spend five months a year in India, and dressing for the culture – and the climate – is key. Long skirts are my go-to, as they let me stay cool while respecting local customs.'
It's also an opportunity to inject some creativity, she says: 'Holidays are the ultimate excuse for dopamine dressing – embracing bold colours and having fun. There's nothing quite like the way bright sunlight brings vibrant hues to life. So go bold, go bright, and let your outfit reflect the joyful holiday mood.'
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