All posts tagged: accidental icon

The Accidental Icon Drops By

My earliest recollection of fashion is vivid. And tri-fold. The precious, pretty pleats of Issey Miyake. The wicked tongue-in-cheek wit of Zandra Rhodes. And the ever so glamorous, womanly figure swathed in Bruce Oldfield. A little later, I became enraptured with the whimsical world of the Madhatter but that’s a tale for another time. Back to when it all began. I was particularly enamoured of the intricacy of Miyake’s work. Such precision. A deft hand in creating beauty out of seemingly nothing but voluminous folds of fabric. Thus when I met Lyn of Accidental Icon and found out how much she too adores Japanese designers (yes, including Mr Miyake), it was clearly a match made in guest blogger heaven. Read on. I was so thrilled when Sheela asked me to do a guest post on her blog about my favorite subject, Japanese designers. Most of the pieces in my closet are from the Japanese design lines produced by Yohji Yamamoto, Issey Miyake, Comme des Garçons and I have recently discovered Yohji”s daughter, Limi, who has …

Dressing My Age

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 …