From Down Under
From an outfit that suggests fairly warm climate conditions to another that alludes to arctic freeze, it should be noted that if I had mongolian ombre’d fur and it was warm, the sun wouldn’t stop me either. The bright orange Siamese cuffs on both wrists add a little insult to injury if insult were code were character and injury for sweet style.
Finally, Meg Gray and her swanky race car. These particular photos resonated well because even beyond the use of eclectic color, it’s nice to see familiar faces come alive. Celine and Prada and Miu Miu are great but better when served with a healthy dose of fun. The purpose of this little exercise was to offer this sort of reminder that fashion can have the power to procure sincere happiness. That’s easy to forget in a sea of thin, frail faces clad in black and grey. And because it’s hard not to compare fashion weeks to one another I’ll also have to note that it seems the mood in Australia bodes best with that of London: fashion for the sake of fashion, where saleability is just a long nonsensical word and white leather fringe suspended in mid air is no rare sight. The important question still remains: should I dye my hair or what?
Just kidding, it’s not about me.