Rachel Comey’s Resort 2026 collection is a whimsical embrace of the offbeat—a charming marriage of oddball beauty and daily wearability that feels both nostalgic and refreshingly new. Shot inside the untouched ceramics studio of Gertrude Vanderbilt Whitney in Roslyn, New York, the lookbook gently nods to the poetic disrepair of Grey Gardens, setting the stage for a lineup that celebrates quirky sophistication.

From the very first look, Comey signals her playful rebellion. A riotous pairing of clashing intarsia knits and an embroidered corduroy shirt whispers of ‘80s country club nostalgia—but flipped, twisted, and softened by time. A seafoam green gown—delicate and statuesque—is casually shrugged under a brushed mohair man’s coat and finished with bedroom slippers, striking that rare and delightful balance between grandeur and comfort.

The magic here lies in the details—the odd juxtapositions that make you pause and smile. A printed and pintucked blouse is perfectly tucked into a sharply creased, narrow skirt, a lone rhinestone brooch catching the light at the waistband like a forgotten treasure. It’s intentional imperfection at its best—a gentle defiance of fashion’s usual polish.

Outerwear is where Comey’s sly genius shines brightest. Quilted barn jackets and car coats are elevated by detachable faux fur muffs—deep, soft, and delightfully impractical—adding a dash of whimsy to pieces meant for everyday life. And for those who adored last season’s sell-out gold polka-dot shearling jacket? She’s back—with a twist. The updated version boasts curly-haired shearling trimmed in ribbed knit, a piece that feels as cozy as it is statement-making.

At the heart of this collection is Rachel Comey’s gift for weaving eccentric novelty into garments that remain entirely wearable. Nothing screams for attention—rather, these clothes quietly charm, inviting double-takes and secret smiles from those who understand their quiet mischief.

Resort 2026 is for the art lovers, the iconoclasts, the beautifully undone. For the woman who knows that great style doesn’t shout—it whispers, teases, and lingers.