This global economic downturn has seen the glistening English penny dull to a dirty shade of muted copper. So do we wish the clothes to shout and wow us or should they speak only in whispers?
It is my view that although subtlety is a trait so definitive of the word chic. Even in this wretched time I still want to covet the clothes I certainly cannot afford, now more than ever. I want to be whisked away into the fantasy of high fashion with every flick of a magazine. My stomach so far remains empty and my mouth dry. I deserve to be filled up on haute couture!
JENNY PACKHAM; Quench my thirst with colour so bright...
ROKSANDA ILINCIC; Feed my appetite with shape so bold...
CHARLOTTE OLYMPIA, CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN & MIU MIU; Taunt my vertigo and enable me to reach the greatest of heights...
HERMES, PUCCI & GIVENCHY; Appeal to my senses with those guilty pleasures of touch. Reptile-skin, fur, I can never get enough!
...And with that, I am left satisfied.
1 comment:
I enjoyed reading this. I liked the concept, it was interesting, and it was expressed well, and you obviously know your stuff because i didn't understand teh fashion references. It made me feel as though i were reading the section of the newspaper where fashion and news are melding into one another
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