Photography by Kietrie Noe(Moschino blazer; DVF blouse and harem pants; Dolce & Gabbana sunnies; Istanbul Grand Bazaar handbag; Mesi Jilly ring; Christian Louboutin boots)

You can spot a NYC pair of silk harem pants in an instant: wrinkled and rescued from the back of an overstuffed closet with no steamer in sight.

The "ah-haa" times like these... times when you pull for that striped cashmere sweater you think is hiding beneath your pile of fold-ables, above your hang-ables, to the right of your cram-ables and stack-ables...times when that pile did not, in fact, have the edification you thought it had...times when, alas, it all falls down...when that grouping of silk harem pants that have been rolled in a ball and stuffed behind your pile of old cell phones appears with mystic glory.

Blowing off the 2007 dust, mine were instantly ready for the streets. There's no room in a NYC closet for a steamer.