Having taken a quick poll of our friends on the coasts, we’ve concluded that no other American city has a more degraded reputation in matters sartorial than our flashy neighbor to the north. No matter what Dallas does (or who does Dallas), D-Town’s style rep continues to suffer from association with its eponymous soap. Now, it’s fine for us to mock the land of the taffeta ruffle, but as the state’s brighter, hipper, more attractive big sister, we don’t like it when bullying New Yorkers dump on our fellow Texans. We think Dallas has a lot going for it, actually.
To be sure, Dallas lacks shops like Coquette in Montrose and Laboratoria in Upper Kirby—wittily curated boutiques that set rather than follow trends. It lacks Houston’s nascent sense of chic casual, well-evidenced in independent stores like Abejas, Leap, and Myth & Symbol.
But it’s not all stroller-pushing suburbanites in Tory Burch and David Yurman. It’s not all bandage dresses and stilettos, or “$30,000 millionaires” with engraved silver cuffs, Ed Hardy shirts tucked into Dockers, and Lamborghinis on lease. And if that’s mostly what Dallas looks like at Hotel ZaZa’s Dragonfly on a Saturday evening, well… at least Dallas knows what it is.