What does that even mean?
Do you know?
Do you think it even matters? Are we such conformists that we yield to the twists and turns of societal perceptions? I’d like to think that I’m not. That I play by my own rules and I walk to the beat of my own drum, clichéd as it sounds. True, there are certain styles I wore then which I no longer do but that’s in direct correlation with how high or low I feel that specific look currently measures on the chic quotient. Let’s face it, we all did tacky and/or Dynasty shoulders at one point. No fibbing now.
But no, I don’t abide by the adage of “dressing my age”. I do, however, try to remember a few guidelines when putting together an outfit. First commandment is comfort. Yes, comfort above all. Then there’s cut or fit, pick your poison, and after those two cornerstones come occasion which in turn, for me, dictates colour (or lack thereof), hemline heights, that sort of thing. For instance, this shift dress? It has to be the closest to that “wearing nothing” sensation I’ve ever experienced. For someone who has skin so sensitive she goes for fortnightly injections, fabrics that are kind to the skin is such a boon. And who doesn’t appreciate a hat for those I-
I also have a fondness for spikes, wood, leather, plaid and anything Westwood. Or Stefani. Fetishes which oddly (and quaintly) came to play only after I turned 30. Food for thought for another tale?
Of course, you have those in the limelight to whom we turn, time and again for sartorial inspiration, such as Kate Moss, but honestly? I much prefer referencing real women. Especially these rather amazing ladies. Are they not the epitome of NOT dressing their age but rather, of paying homage to their oh-so-unique personalities?
Blue Hue Wonderland (who, sadly, no longer blogs)
I’m SO glad I wrote this piece. It paved the way for stumbling upon those fabulous women just profiled, who aren’t your typical Pretty Young Thing, but who could easily give the latter a run for their style money.
Who have you discovered lately?