Going Skinny and Strappy


Comment 1:

"OMG !! Those Acne wedges and the Bebaroque tights…you look amazing in both photos ! I found out about your blog from last month's Elle UK mag. Didn't they make an absolutely wonderful choice to feature you there? 🙂 Kisses from Romania :*"

Comment 2:
"There's something no one seems to notice.. if you dress so fashion forward like you do, you're obviously not going to attract any guys whatsoever… men would much rather go for the basic skinny jeans and strappy top kind of girl… and please… you can be fashion forward and avant grade and NOT look like you're old … and can't you be more feminine????  YOU'RE A GIRL , NOT A WOODEN MANNEQUIN.  And anyway, I've been to London tons of times before, and I have yet to see someone so poorly dressed 😐 (It's) like you have robbed an entire thrift store or something."

Comment 3:
"I don't know why, but your aesthetic looks as though it was completely random… as if your wardrobe would have exploded in your face this morning and random pieces of clothing landed on your body ..the colors are horrible and anyway… do you go out like that???????? IN LONDON?"

I had for a long time given up on ranting and raving on the blog.  I frankly have none of the energy nor time to waste on malice. There's too many good things going on to be huffing and puffing.  However, with a point to make and anger incited, I couldn't ignore the above string of comments on various blog posts here.  They are written by the same person though you wouldn't think it after reading the first and second.  They were made over a couple of months so it's not opinion schizophrenia that you're seeing there.  The person is NOT anonymous and is in fact a fellow blogger (not giving the satisfaction of linking to her…).  Who knows what exactly I have done to trigger this person to be giving kisses in one instance and then berating me the next.

The point is though that there is a level of blinkered closed-mindedness displayed in the latter two comments that is most beguiling and confusing to me.  In particular, the second comment seems to insult not just my taste in clothing but a whole opposite sex, diminishing them to ogre-like creatures who simply hone their eyes onto female forms in tight jeans and strappy tops (whilst attempting to figure out ways of how to bed them in their oaf-like brains…).  The type of person that makes such a comment surely shouldn't be reading this blog in the first place.  I use collective 'we' because I think there is a certain general demographic that visits the blog and of course whilst there are differences all round, I have the belief that there aren't too many of you that feel that women should be oppressed into skinny jeans and strappy tops.  Chuck in some very generic phrases such as 'fashion-forward' and 'avant garde' and you have yourself a puzzled face that looks like it's trying to do long division without a calculator.   

I of course have nothing to say in reply to the 'random' accusations.  Yes, my outfits are sometimes random and perhaps there has been a clothing explosion or two.  Your point is?  Oh right… do I go out like that?  Errr… well yes I do.  And?  Have I been tomato-ed and egg-ed on the streets?  Errr… no?     

The sum of all of this is, to this day, after the so-called 'democratisation' of fashion and 'liberation of personal style' that we have supposedly seen through the medium of personal style blogs, is that there are some of 'us' (I'm using collective terms here because this person is not what one would call a 'troll') that still think that pleasing other people; everyone from the man on the street to err… prospective sexual partners and caring about what they think is the sole objective of getting dressed and nurturing a personal style.  Then perhaps those processes of 'democratisation' and 'liberation' that pepper the articles full of high praise for the impact of the internet on fashion, aren't what they seem to be.  And so nothing has happened and dressing to please yourself is not actually something truly seized by everybody, even by those who purportedly love fashion (forgot to mention that the commenter is a fashion blogger).  I feel like I need to eat a whole Terry's chocolate orange because that in itself is depressing.  

Anyhow, if the above chunk of text is too tiresome to get through, there are images that are semi-related.  I didn't want to mar the beauty of this Dagmar dress that I'm wearing for an event tomorrow evening with the the slightly unpleasant tones here.  That said, you ask questions such as "Can't you be more feminine????" with a blistering FOUR question marks and you get the answer here.  Yes, I will leave things well alone once in a while and let their beauty shine…



But I'd much prefer to add a few things here and there… ok maybe a lot of things in some cases… because it FEELS GOOD.  Yes, FEELING GOOD.  When did one's personal feelings about what they are wearing fly out of the window here I wonder…



(Worn with vintage lace crop top, Beyond the Valley kimono, Calvin Klein satin skirt, Alexander Wang wedges)

Stop the Palette


>> I feel I've overindulged this spring summer season.  I've gotten to the point where I may have over gorged on all the things that I love in clothing because too many people have been ticking those boxes so perfectly.  Quite literally, I've had one too many gelato triple scoop cones (well triple pastel colours anyway…) and now the gluttony is cloud my judgement.  The pastel rant goes on and on because I'm being fed that palette so effectively.  Spanish designer Gemma Degara's S/S 11 collection, a few of the pieces I drooled over today (sadly not for me…. ), is just one of many collections that feeds the habit.  The close-up shot of this floral top and the matching 'puff ball' purse is basically drawing out my addiction to this exact shade of pink and type of frou frou embellishment in the most tantalising way posisble.  There's something about the way the flowers are being accentuated that makes them all the more 'alive' looking…



What's needed is the sartorial equivalent of a detox/cold shower/a hard slap around the face.  Therefore I took a peek at Gemma Degara's sobering A/W 10-11 collection Siboney.  Colours, frou and frill are all turned down several notches and instead Degara develops prints that speak of themes of recollection and collection itself (mirrors, picture frames and keys are the main motifs…).  What remains are the reversible shapes where front or back can dip low or be cropped high, best seen in the tops.  A gentle wave of frou still remains in the hip ruffles as well as the ones that are worked into the backpack.  Alright, it's not quite the icy cold wake-up call that will purge my pastel gluttony but hey, summer is not yet over – there's still the whole of August to stabilise my judgement of palette.




>> A shoe goes 'hoof' not just because of the dizzying heights of the physical shoe but because visually, it 'makes a 'oooooof' of an entrance and instant visual impact, in part due to its perilous architecture.  The 'hoof' shoe has had its fair share of catwalk amalgamations, from Balenciaga A/W 06 'cut-away wedge boots to the over-blogged Alexander McQueen reptilian S/S 10 shoes and these shoes from Iris Van Herpen's  A/W 10-11 collection are definitely another teetering step towards an a great thudding onamatapoeic "'oooooof"… that's not someone falling over (like this kind of 'Ouch!') by the one but someone skilled with strong ankles that can make significant visually-shattering steps in shoes like these.

I took no notice of what I thought were essentially show shoes – i.e. things that won't make it beyond showrooms and editorial shoots – until I found out today these are actually a collaboration between Iris Van Herpen and United Nude.  Seeing as the founder of United Nude Rem D. Koolhaas is the famed architect nephew of famed architect, Rem L. Koolhaas (creator of my fantasy dream home – wow that was a heavily corrected sentence there…) I doubly intrigued even though I've yet to find the right pair of UN shoes for me.  The element of architecture in this shoe collaboration does make them more than just ostentatious show shoes.  Functionality and technological soundness, qualities which UN prides itself on seem to jar with the design and 'hoofness' of these shoes but I may be mistaken as the proof is in the trying on.  Produced to the quantity of 240 pairs (at a different kind of ouch-inducing price of EUR1,000), it means these are tangible and buyable products too unlike similarly ooooofing hoof shoes which tend to be guarded objects not meant for shop floors.  I'll race you there for some sneaky phone trying-on shoe shots…





Jumping Bears



>> A few hours has passed and I've gotten over my moment of unabashed stripping down, aided by a few cold showers and now an early evening breeze.  So gone are the thoughts of semi-nudity and we're back to layers.  That is… layers of pastel fringe.  Yes, I'm still on a pastel rant and no, I'm not turning my attention to darker hues because THESE are the days to be getting those gelato, candy, pastel gel-ink pen colours out (whichever you prefer…) – is it weird that I FEEL physically unburdened when I look down and there's lightness bouncing off whatever I'm wearing.

Kitty Keay, who won the Mulberry Accessories Award at Graduate Fashion Week, like runner-up of the prize Jessica Dance has some animal antics going on in her Marie Antoinette-inspired collection but it's this layered pastel fringe jumpsuit that really stood out.  Cascading fringe on trousers, I've seen before but it's the weight and selection of colours of the fringe on the trousers of the suit that really seals the deal for me.  Not least because it's the type of fringe that looks like it might actually move properly if you do some energetic twirling about but because the colours have been well-judged so that it's not too sickly – I especially like the touches of black in the gradiated fringes.  Kitty Keay's well-documented blog sheds a bit of light into the placement of the fringe… in a plethora of gradiated shades that I never knew even existed…

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With regards to the rest of the collection, you say 'Marie Antoinette-inspired', do you expect to see this?  The Benjamin Disraeli quote that Kitty has pulled for her portfolio is a bit more revelatory… "The hare-brained chatter of irresponsible frivolity."  By all accounts, I suppose there was a lot of the f word in Marie Antoinette's case and that is what Kitty has chosen to focus on in her collection as opposed to poor toile de jouy prints and mantua-dress shapes. 


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The aspect which attracted Mulberry designer Emma Hill to Kitty's work were her little googly-eyed bears which appear to be jumping and grinning for joy.  Perhaps they're in ecstasy over the thought of being beaded and sequinned in pastel colours…



More bear references make it into this take on a fox stole where Kitty took apart a bear she got from the British Heart Foundation (charity shop)…


Finally, they come popping out manic-eyed behind what looks to be either a shark or a dolphin making way for a sort of 'elegant' cartooning that Kitty perfected for her collection…