“Vain trifles as they seem, clothes have, they say, more important offices than to merely keep us warm. They change our view of the world and the world’s view of us.”
Continue reading “Future of Fashion Retail, Thoughts”
The first Monday of May was yesterday, which in normal circumstances would have meant staying up until the small hours, poring over incoming pictures from the Met Ball and then deeply analysing them the next day with a colleague at work. Don’t get me wrong – the sun did rise again this morning so the absence of the Costume Institute Gala did not stop the world from turning. Got me reminiscing, though.
Continue reading “Day Late, Dollar Short: The Met Gala That Wasn’t”
It’s extravagant, often politically incorrect, debilitatingly expensive, thrice removed from the real world, unattainable, spectacular. It’s fashion and if you have the habit of getting dressed before you leave the house (or currently, attend a Zoom-palaver), it is also part of your life.
Continue reading “Will Post-Pandemic Fashion Be Boring?”
Easter took an unexpected turn when Anna Wintour posted a picture on Instagram in which she is wearing sweatpants while working from home. I should probably just leave it right here and let you collectively recompose yourselves offline, because it’s the end of the world as we know it.
Continue reading “Lockdown Literature And Lounging Tips”
Today we shall focus on using existing resources to create things we will need for the coming hopefully weeks, but possibly months. I am talking about face masks. At the time of writing, more and more countries are either recommending the use of non-medical masks in public, if not making it compulsory à la Austria.
Continue reading “How To: Make Do And Mend”
I was doing my government-approved daily sortie the other day and swung by a newspaper stand (still allowed to keep open). “Chic Easter eggs” exclaimed a title on the cover of an obviously pre-Corona glossy, proffering, as it appeared, a recipe to turn adequate but regular eggs into something chic to adorn one’s Easter feast. It was a hysterical reminder of how quickly perfectly normal things had started to seem almost comically tone-deaf within the lifespan of a monthly fashion magazine.