Patricia Wescoat Pound‘s clothing designs have been described by one fashion critic as a “hybrid of Hippie/Gypsy/Couture/Nomad style—and overall Rocker-Chic.” We confess that we have scant understanding of the distinction between Hippie and Gypsy style, nor can we much discern what distinguishes Nomad from Hippie, or Gypsy from Nomad. What we are sure of, however, is that Joshua and Stacey Rubinger cannot be described as having a nomadic style given that they recently shelled out $1.6 million for Ms. Pound’s three-bedroom Lennox Hill co-op at 301 East 62nd Street, according to city records. (And they must have been very eager to get it, paying $105,000 more than the ask.)
Ms. Wescoat Pound, the founder and proprietress of the fashion line Haute Hippie, was evidently also antsy to sell the top-floor unit—which she acquired for nearly $1.8 million in 2011—at least judging by the not-at-all desperate opening line of the listing, held by Brown Harris Stevens broker C. Graham Uffelman: “Priced to sell!!” it screeches.
Still, there is nothing desperate about the condition of this co-op. Possessed of “bright, open” exposures to the south, east and north, the apartment boasts hardwood floors and generous entertaining spaces spread through 2,000 square feet. A shared landscaped rooftop contributes even more enviable views, and the building—to be honest, a not-very-attractive dark brick affair—is situated in easy walking distance of of Upper East Side favorites like Rosa Mexicana and Fig & Olive. Imaginative? No. Tasty? Absolutely.
Ms. Pound, for her part, seems nearly as confused about her clothing line as we are. Of Haute Hippie, which sells blouses for $325 at Bloomingdales and Saks, she told The Fashion Spot—apparently unconcerned with political correctness—”I’m designing for the Gyp-Set not the Jet Set,” drawing inspiration from a 20-year-old girl from Alabama who “parties in the desert somewhere doing whatever her form of indulgence is …sitting around a campfire in the coolest clothes,” and finding “herself in an English manor for a little rest, and then she’s maybe in Patagonia.”
(It goes without saying that this mythical free-spirited Southern heiress probably finds Free People too downmarket. After all, their blouses retail for just over $100.)
Who knows if the designer’s next destination will more closely approximate those of the Alabaman of her imaginings, or the staid surroundings of these last few years. But like the song says: Wherever you go, there you are.