The way that happiness makes us look is impossible to recreate or substitute with apparel. It is the simple accessory that good living, friends and love grant us.
Friday, April 30, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Girls that are waiting to become women are great subjects, those periphery moments when you walk the tightrope between girlhood and adulthood, when the days you spend are lazy and stretched, when your limbs are long, your thoughts dangling, unconcluded and rather slow.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Hair is a sign of beauty, Muslim women cover their hair so as not to tempt, in Russia it is a sign of fertility and life- plaited bread loafs, in France the Gallic would shave the heads of the conquered tribes because it connoted the highest humiliation possible and in fashion we have worshipped certain personalities because of their enviable locks. As a little girl i had a period of short bobbed hair, during this hairless hiatus i distinctly remember placing a long dangling scarf secured by an alice band on my head and prancing around for hours. Our hair fetish goes back a long way, it was the wealthy nobility who could nurture long locks and craft elaborate wigs and so 'good' hair has always been somewhat of a status symbol. More currently hair has symbolised everything from sexual liberation to our celebrity worship. I prefer the undone styles of years gone by, when hair on a twenty something resembled that of a ten year old.Unfussy, undone and natural. Fringe optional.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Having always harboured a love for most ethnic crafty things, Navajo in particular, I am saddened by the current signs of its trendifiction. Yes, with all respect to the likes of Stella and Phoebe who will take a poncho or fringing and adapt it to their mood and aesthetic beautifully, there are also those inevitable slips of any isolated trend into the mainstream. This means that every Topshop from here to Timabactu will also have Navajo printed jerseys and poncho's. This is what I find frustrating, the instinct that it takes to recognise and appreciate the style in back issues of National Geographic is obliterated by one badly stitched suede fringed jacket. I don't dispute that high brow trends should be reinterpreted for the mainstream, I just protest when something that has cultural and historical validity is butchered and appropriated commercially at the expense of losing all its magic along the way. I have stored my fringed bag, my Aztec jewellery, my moccassins untill the wave passes.