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Teddy Girl.

My penchant for mixing masculine and feminine styling recently led me to the so-called Teddy Boys; a subculture of rebellious young Britons that emerged in London in the 1950s as a form of post-war expression. The Teddy Boys or Teds, as they are sometimes referred to, married the stylistic dandyisms of the Edwardian period with strong ties to American rock ‘n roll. The Teds became the first group of youngsters in the history of England to differentiate themselves in this way, and as the movement gained popularity, it gave way to a lifestyle characterised by rival gangsterism, sharp dressing and music culture.

The Teddy Boy getup centered around the iconic drape jacket, often bedecked with velvet collars and pocket detailing, drainpipe trousers, exposed socks and skinny ties paired with gleaming Oxfords, chunky brogues or suede brothel creepers – the exact kind beloved by fashion forward culprits like Susie Bubble today. The Ted coif – the iconic duck’s tail – was another hallmark of the era, and this symbol of rock ‘n roll attitude remains the choice of dapper modern gentlemen today.

The girls, of course, were not to be left out. Teddy Girls, or Judies, as they are also known, worked the look in drape jackets, sleek pencil skirts, cuffed jeans, cameos, espadrilles and jaunty clutches. Their style later evolved to incorporate the American influence of full circle Pink Lady-style skirts, sassy ponytails and toreador trousers. Typically of working class descent, the Teddy Girls were factory workers who spent their time making their trademark clothes and rejecting the conventions set out for them by the time.

In the 70s, and again in the 80s, rockabilly music and a resurgence of Teddy Boy styles was fueled by the likes of Vivienne Westwood and Malcolm McLaren, who added a little more glam rock to the look. Ted revivalists continue to pay homage to the original trappings of the 1950s style, in some cases driving 1950s cars, wearing only 1950s clothes, and stockpiling 50s-era collectibles.

I find the Teddy Girl style particularly alluring. I love the unapologetic stylisation of the look, and the confident statement that the women that wore it were making. I find myself incorporating various aspects of the Teddy Girl and later rockabilly styles into my look – a letterman jacket here, a neck tie there, and of course, my perennial devotion to rockabilly staples: red lips and cat’s eyes.

Over the past year or so the influence of the Ted movement on street style has been marked – duck tail coifs, drainpipe pants, wingtips, creepers, neck ties and dandy styling are all visibly popular, from Seattle to Seoul.

As blogger Cartoon Heart observes in her Resort 2012 round up below, the Teddy Boy style holds as much influence over the masculine as it does over the feminine. With unisex footwear and clothing on the rise, and the irreverent mixing of traditionally gender-specific clothing items, it seems the Teddy Boy androgyny was way ahead of its time.

Fascinating to novelists, musicians and filmmakers since the movement first came about in the 1950s, Teddy Girls are still inspiring styling today. I love this aptly titled editorial, Teddy Girls, which was shot by Liz Ham and styled by Jolyon Mason for Oyster Magazine in 2010.

It’s modern and old all at once.

All vintage Teddy Girl images by Ken Russell

Old Faithful

In my first week at college they made us do all manner of awkward ‘icebreakers’ and get-to-know-each-other exercises. You know the kind: say your name and three things no one else knows about you, or even more cringeworthy, state your name and accompany it with an action that best illustrates your mood. So 90s.

One such exercise involved us each filling a shoebox with personal articles which would then be handed over to someone else in the group to deduce things about our personalities. This particular exercise actually had me interested – sure, you’re going to put in a couple of wanky things that make you look suitably cultured and interesting, but it really is telling to note the things that people want you to know about them.

The shoebox that I received contained a single, beaten up old trainer – scuffed, with worn down soles and fuzzy laces. What did it say about its owner, Johannes? That he was unpretentious, outdoorsy and not too concerned with fashion. ‘You got everything right,’ said Johannes, ‘but you missed one thing.‘ What was it? The fact that he is extremely loyal. He had been wearing the same pair of shoes for years and had no plans of swapping them for a new pair any time soon. I’ve never forgotten that.

My own old faithfuls, my suede Country Road ankle boots, have reached a similar stage of character building. I have officially worn through the sole of the right one, right down to the ground. The veneer on the heels has been superglued back into place, the buckle straps, I lovingly refurl into place on a regular basis. They’ve been to huge rock concerts, interviews, dinners, on dates and to festivals. I’ve worn them so smooth in the sole that I routinely avoid near-spills in public places. During winter I lusted after a pair of Chelsea boots which were to become their replacement, so I thought. Not the case. Now, just before their official first re-soling, they remain my first choice.

I feel proud to be so invested in my old faithfuls. I still routinely wear a pair of low-heeled leather Crayon wedges that I bought when I was 17, despite friends and family telling me to chuck them on a regular basis. I see a good, solid shoe as something that is hard to come by. When you find them, with a little love, care (and possibly, a sense of humour), they will last you a lifetime.

Bow Peep

I allowed my blue velvet bow tie its second debut (it will be worn many times, and each time will be known as a debut) to Woodlands Eatery for dinner on Saturday night.

The blue lushnesss was paired with a vintage polka dot shirt (which has the most unbelievable cut for a shirt: full in the sleeve, tight in the cuff, slim in the waist and sexy around the hips), cuffed indigo skinnies, bondage heels, my new soulmate bag and Show Orchid by MAC lips (a touching farewell gift from the amazing girls at 36Boutiques).

I look pretty smug in this photo – I blame it on the bow tie.

Vintage Binge

This weekend coincided with payday and a visit from my parents, which meant lots of food (homefangled ginger cookies, champagne and camembert, in no particular order), lots of laughs and of course, a little shopping. My mom was already mooning over a pair of 50s-esque vintage Prada heels she had spied at Stock Exchange, so I allowed myself the indulgence and had a browse.

I walked out with a really soft navy silk blouse splashed with bright blurs of blossom. It has fetchingly drapey sleeves and I see it was a) denim short shorts and ankle boots a la Alexa or b) skinnies to work. The sunshine-yellow beaded necklace is the result of a project that employs struggling women in Knysna to create jewellery and it was a gift from my maman.

My mom walked out with the chunky little Pradas, which, we told my toe-tapping father, are an investment piece (obviously). They have a Marilyn edge to them and are truly sassy, in the good, old-fashioned sense.

Breakfast at Superette compelled us to pop in at The Cat’s Meow in Woodstock – as one does – and I found my mini bag soulmate, hip yet regal, waiting for me on a shelf amidst attention-seeking lurex and puffed sleeves. I smoothed my hands down its little leather body, caressed the tortoiseshell handle and rivet detailing, and instantly started plotting an outfit around its sleek shape for dinner later that evening. At R170.00, it simply reaffirmed my belief that The Cat’s Meow is well-priced, and that Barbara and Laura’s taste and passion for vintage sets their little shopette apart.

My mom had been telling me about a secret vintage haul she had made in Knysna last week, and when she unveiled this super retro one piece in vibrant paisley and with those truly old-fashioned breast cups, I was smitten. We marvelled that girls in the 60s and 70s surely had completely different shapes to our own, with fuller hips, daintier waists and breasts like rockets. Seriously!Needless to say I tried it on and it looked and felt great – like I should’ve been poolside in the old How to Make an American Quilt movie scenes, but it is returning to Knysna in no uncertain terms.

The final item – and a truly novel one at that – was a black-as-night kimonowith a hand-painted silk lining. From the outside it looks simple and precisely cut, but the lining is a story unto itself. A hand-painted tiger and dragon, one resting on the shoulder, the other, the shoulder blade, guard some kind of totem and a serious of foreign characters. I love the idea that the entire garment hides a secret.

A most satisfactory vintage binge.

If you’re a vintage fiend or you’re looking for something special, do yourself a favour and check out:

Stock Exchange for hand-picked designer vintage one offs – find them at the top of Kloof Street opposite Manna Epicure and Caffe Milano. Go armed with either a post-payday purse or some serious willpower.

The Cat’s Meow for a broad selection of vintage accessories, clothing and a boudoir-esque space at 210 Victoria Road, Woodstock – right next to Ye Olde Biscuit Mill.

Navy & White

Navy and white – a classic colour pairing that speaks of decorum, ceremony and tradition. Sailor-style collars, lapels, pristine piping and pin tuck pleats, or glossy, embossed gold buttons, double-breasted jackets and high school honours ties…

This selection of navy on white shows that my penchant for the combination was born some time ago, and as Cape Town eases balmily into hot summer nights and blustery summer days, I find it a soothing antidote to the heat. Navy and white elevates prints and gives them an air of cool poise.

Already I find myself reaching for Breton stripes, my vintage navy maxi skirt (whose button-through cut and broad, bow-tied waist always inspire envy) and the sailor-girl dress I bought in Istanbul (an impulse purchase, and one that makes me want to fling on some stripes and a nautical hat while I’m at it). Polka dots, too, a perennial in my wardrobe, gain new coolness in navy and white.

It’s a combination that speaks of European coastlines; bright white buildings against brighter blue seas, bare feet, the whitest teeth, sensual, billowing hemlines. Wow.

Items pictured:

Cream beaded and perforated handbags, both vintage / Velvet bow tie, vintage / Striped t-shirts 2x vintage, 1x Pick ‘n Pay, 1x Mango / Polka dot tops with striped trim, both vintage / Irregular polka dot crop top, H&M / Dainty polka dot pussybow blouse, VAMP / Plaid rockabilly frock, Mango / Pom-pom hat, a gift / Sailor-girl dress, Istanbul

And some navy and white beauties that caught my eye:

Topshop

A.P.C.

Alexa Chung for Madewell

Carven

Elizabeth Lau

 

Neo Geisha

In a moment of delerium I bought this delightfully brash geisha-inspired jacket last weekend.

I had seen it at Antiques on Kloof (the little gem of a vintage store just down the road from my house) many a time, and had caressed its intricately origami’d patches, admired its primary-meets-offbeat vibrance…

And then I walked in, as if compelled, and bought it. R150.00 later, it is hanging on a rail in my bedroom, yet another reminder that I have zero willpower when it comes to the outlandish and completely impractical. My reasoning (if I am forced to have some) is that it could be used in some kind of Neo Geisha shoot. And also that no one else should possess it.

What say ye, stylists of the world? I’m looking at you, Miss Desmarais and Miss Birch. Belted over slinky high-waisted broekies with Daph Guinness heels?

Perhaps.

 

 

 

 

Red & Pink, Pink & Red

Pink and red is a colour combination that gets people so riled up. It’s similar, in a way, to pairings like black and brown, or even navy and brown – it elicits divided opinion. I happen to love all of those colour combinations, and, in fact, any others that are slightly jarring, too. But pink and red has long been my heart of hearts combination. It makes my heart sing.

This weekend I sat down with my friend Gisela to start working on my blog redesign, and the conversation naturally turned to my preferred colour palette. I’m not giving any hints away just yet, but let’s just say I was so inspired, I went home and put together a little living collage of all of my favorite pink and red thangs.

1. H&M ‘Mary-Lou’ letterman jacket

Extra fuzzy, extra bright, features a scottie on the left breast and makes me feel like I’m wearing a full circle skirt in West Side Story.

2. Staedtler felt tip pens

What’s a homemade birthday card without the full spectrum of Staedtler fine felt tipped pins? I line them up in order and so delight to pair the reds with the pinks. Always have, always will.

3. Mexican death skull candleholder

My favorite thing in the world (as many of you will know – mexican death skull and death skull paraphernalia donors, you know where to find me).

4. Red leather earrings

A gift from my BFF Katy, who spent four months earlier this year traveling the world. She bought these leather floral earrings for me in South America. They are the colour of blood and I love them.

5. Nail polish – Fuchsia Fever by Revlon, Blow Out by Kit, Red Berry by Woolworths

My most outlandish friend, Crystal Birch, took one look at my collection of nail polishes and said that the colours are so ‘weird’. For her to say that is really something, and I was actually pretty surprised. The honest truth is that these are the most ‘normal’ colours I own. The ruby red is my perennial favorite.

6. Pink and red floral bracelet

I can never remember what this stuff is called, but it’s crafted from the same material as those godawful toadstool / dolphin / peace sign pendants we used to wear on thongs around our necks in the 90’s. I’m certain it wasn’t just a Knysna thing. I found this bracelet at Lulu Belle and I think it recontextualises that entire movement!

7. Baz Luhrman heart

A gift from my friend Keegan, who pillaged them from a film set she was working on. I was so touched, and they are now above my bed.

8. Pink babushka brooch from Russia

A gift from a friend that went to St Petersburg on business – a series of painted wooden matryoshkas all in a row. You can’t not love them!

9. Red Blackberry in pink cover

Yep. Even my Blackberry is red in a pink cover. It looks naked and completely unchic without its cover.

10. Piglet pen

His arms and legs move. Why not?

11. Confetti ribbons

The oversized ones are the best, and I can’t get enough of their glossiness.

12. The White Stripes Under Blackpool Lights

A birthday present, and a rocking one at that. Jack White forever.

13. Country Road braided belt

The colour reminds me of plasticine.

14. Red lady tweezers

A gift from my friend Candy, who knows how much I love little trinkets. She thinks it looks like me.

15. Rolling Stones card

I’m a die-hard Stones fan, and I also love really simple graphic illustrations (often Japanese-inspired and in limited colour palettes). The classic Stones motif still does it for me. This was a birthday card from my family this year.

16. Turkish ring

Another favorite. I wear it every day, and people ask about it without fail, both men and women.

17. Vintage bag

This bag broke the first time I used it, and ever since, I have to wear it with caution.

18. Velvet and felt floral hairclip

A gift from my mom, found at Knysna’s only knitting supplies store. I love it.

19. Jewellery box

I love these vibrant, Indian-style jewelry boxes, and have many. They’re crammed with all my jools and other bits and pieces.

20. Milnerton Market geisha

Another favorite. She is oh so delicate, cost R15, and is wearing a hand-sewn kimono made of vintage silk.

21. Floral nail file

Another pretty little thing. Sure, it could be a plain old emery board. But I like the pretty ones.


Something Borrowed

Just a little round up of my Monday outfit, lame self pics included.

The ‘something old’ is my trusty chambray shirt, which I wear with everything and which is subsequently deliciously soft and faded.

The ‘something new’ is this gold Lalesso shell necklace I got on sale at Merchants on Long this weekend. It is super heavy and I love it.

The ‘something borrowed’ is this eye blinkingly amazing green, vintage coat that I have on loan from my mom. A vintage find, the crazy colourblocking had people doing a double take all day. I wore it with lilac pastel tights on Friday night and my friend Gisela commented that it was ‘death by colourblocking’. Success!

The ‘something blue’ is one of my favourite vintage brooches, a really glamorous gift from my friend Keegan many years ago. I love yellow gold.

All t’gether now!

I wore it with my other tried and tested Country Road indigo skinnies, cuffed, dappled grey hiking socks and ankle boots, for a chilly day on the move.

Lauren Fowler at The Fringe

Last night I trundled down the hill for the media unveiling of Lauren Fowler‘s window displays at The Fringe on Kloof. If you’re a Gardens or Tamboerskloof native you may have noticed Lauren being super industrious in the window over the last little while. Every day for the last week I have wondered what she was busying herself with, and when I received the invite (social media VIP, hey shoo wow) I was excited to go and check out The Fringe’s new permanent home.

The result of Thessa Bos and Chantelle Louw‘s series of pop-up shops featuring some of the country’s best design and art, The Fringe is overflowing with locally made beauties, from Skinny Laminx textiles, to Shirley Fintz ceramics and Metaxia jools. Magpie that I am, I was particularly drawn to the jewellery, but I also have a soft spot for quirky ceramics, and The Fringe has lots of both. Of late I have become a lot more conscious about supporting local design, and I would recommend The Fringe as a real treasury of South African products, as well as a surefire choice if you’re on the hunt for a thoughtful, unusual gift.

Lauren’s windows are a great visual summary of her keen eye for the unusual, and for combining newschool wit with oldschool practice. Her much-loved wall hoops, prints and originals are all for sale at The Fringe, and I loved the way she transformed her hoops into a family of makeshift dreamcatchers – kind of like a collection of strange, floating halos. She was wearing – and I say this with a bitter heart – a vintage dress made from black velvet, vintage lace and what looked like a gloriously sculptural taffeta skirt. The tight bodice, cap sleeves and lush velvet had me admiring it through narrowed eyes (sorry, Lauren).

Here are some of my favourite pieces from the wares on display:

Metaxia jewellery.

Sessi Bee ‘man bowls’ (featuring all manner of cool dudes, from sailors, to bikers, to wizards and shamans!) and ceramic lorry necklaces (I’d like a man in one of these).

Molo Mimiartwork embroidered and sewn from patches of reclaimed fabric and tapestry.

Cerise vintage pumps.

Digital prints by Colin Payne.

Glamorous earrings by Smith (especially the ones that look like they have chillis dangling from them).

Lucky 7’s wall hanging by Simple Intrigue.

Perspex colour rings by Kooky, which would look oh so cool dangling en masse from a gold or silver chain.

Find The Fringe on Kloof at 99B Kloof Street, near to Arnold’s, and make sure to follow them on Facebook and Twitter / Follow Lauren on Twitter

China Doll

My mom has been calling me China Doll since forever. This picture, taken of me at about age 4, demonstrates why. I was blessed with decidedly almond-shaped eyes, and have subsequently been questioned about my heritage since birth. In Turkey I met people that wouldn’t believe I was South African, and I routinely get compared to everything from Korean to Chinese. I secretly like to believe that my mom and I are descended from some ancient Oriental dynasty, but those cherry blossom-tinted delusions remain to be seen.

In the meantime, I have always nurtured a fascination with Oriental aesthetics – winged cat’s eye makeup, porcelain skin, jet black hair, little painted lips, and of course, kimonos.

The kimono is a micro trend that I am trying to find a way to embrace without cheapening its regal origin. The 90’s saw a horrific profusion of cheap satin Chinese-inspired tops and dresses (thigh slits firmly in place), and became the scapegoat for many a sever side parting skewered with a chopstick. This season’s kimono is slightly closer to the real thing – soft, feminine and comprised of compelling prints.

I spotted Louise Ebel in a particularly  pretty ASOS kimono-inspired playsuit – wrap-style at the front and with floaty, draped sleeves – and had brief delusions of sending away for it. In reality, though, it is really not my style, as my best friend pointed out.

I could, however, experiment with an obi belt, as seen (gilded) at Gucci SS 2011. The obi is flattering and dramatic in just the right way – poised and purposeful. A neon printed obi could be a cool alternative to the traditional floral, and could be worn with neutrals and pastels.

Summer will also see more of the clunky wooden-heeled wedges and Hasbeen-wannabe’s that we saw at the tail end of last Summer. Being in possession of my own pair of wooden platforms, I can tell you that teetering around on the 3-inch heel a) yields a satisfying sound and b) produces a forced, petite gait that is akin to the small, deliberate steps taken by the geishas we all picture in our minds.

What do you think of the kimono trend and how will you wear it? I have a sage green vintage smock that has a kimono-esque feel to it, but it’s not quite as delicate as I would like. I will keep you posted as to my China Doll developments.

Images: 1. Family album 2. Vintage geisha postcard via Vintage Lulu 3. Topshop kimono 4. Texuba kimono fabric 5. Unknown cherry blossoms 6. Louise Ebel for Grazia Italia 7. Kimono playsuit by ASOS 8. Gucci SS 2011 9. Obi belt by Uroco 10. Obi belt by ASOS 11. Chloe Sevigny for Opening Ceremony 12. Sonia by Sonia Rykiel

Rah-Spice!

I am excited to announce an unexpected change of plans for this Saturday’s return of The Rah-Rah Room!

A while ago I blogged about Teresa Dalton’s hidden Knysna gem, The Spice Studio. Teresa and I have a shared love of bright lipstick, strong G&Ts and vintage, so it is with much happiness that we are joining forces this Saturday. Join Teresa and I at Blonde restaurant on Wandel Street (take a left before the 24 Hour Engen if you’re headed in the direction of De Waal Drive) from 1 to 6pm on Saturday. Check out the Facebook event for full details and pics.

The Rah-Rah Room will be there with all new vintage gems and a sale rail for your browsing pleasure. Round up them post payday pennies, or drag your man along with you for a spot of Saturday browsing.

City Bowl Market finds

I ventured to the City Bowl Market this weekend along with all the other vintage and treat hunters. The fashion section was set up upstairs (conveniently located alongside the bar) and featured a mix of vintage, jools and some new stuff, too. My sole vexation was that they had Jack Johnson on repeat, which distracted me whilst rifling through the leather clutches and nerdy jerseys.

[On that note, I must say that I think people are getting a little confused in the throes of the dorky reindeer jumper fad. There are still standards to be upheld, and it is certainly not a case of the uglier the better. That attitude towards vintage really irritates me. I am not quite ironic enough to don a Bill Cosby jumper and call it style. Be that as it may, there was a broad range of said jerseys on display at the market, so if that’s your bag, then get in line.]

Have a look at the gems I spied and bought:

A well-worn, woven red leather clutch with a handy wristlet – ideal for dangling when in crowded spaces (dancefloors, markets, gigs, etc). I love red accessories.

My first Vamp purchase – a vintage navy chiffon pussybow blouse with dainty white polka dots. It looks black in the picture, but it really is navy. I think it’s going to be the perfect addition to my work wardrobe.

The Rah-Rah Room

After a mini sabbatical, the Rah-Rah is back with more hand-picked gems. Join me on Saturday the 30th of July for an all-out, post payday vintage pillage!

Keep an eye out next week for some visual beauty courtesy of Misses Alix-Rose Cowie and Kate Desmarais featuring Rah-Rah stock that will be on sale next weekend.

Icons: Gres

Yesterday I posted about a vintage Grès scarf that was bestowed upon me
by a friend. I knew the first time that I saw it that it was special, but I
needed to do some research into the Grès name and Madame Grès herself to find out more about its heritage. It’s also been a while since my previous Icons
post, and they really are my favourite (must harken back to my highschool years as a history geek).

Grès was launched by Germaine Émilie Krebs, also known as Alix Barton and later as ‘Madame Grès’ in Paris in 1942. Madame Grès was a trained sculptress who often claimed that working with fabric was the same thing, for her, as working with stone. She wanted to be a sculptor, and she found her medium in haute couture. Under her creative stewardship, Grès became one of France’s most vaunted fashion houses, dressing, in its time, the likes of Marlene Dietrich, Greta Garbo, Jacqueline Kennedy and Dolores del Rio.

Grès’ signature style was characterised by intricate drapery, created using yards and yards of jersey. It wasn’t uncommon for Madame Grès to employ her inimitable techniques to compress as much as 3m of fabric into a 7cm swathe on a frock. Unbelievable. And yet these images demonstrate just that – a marked sculptural aesthetic and a density of fabric that can only come from painstaking construction. Besides her unusual methods, Madame Grès was also famous for cut-outs on gowns. Exposing parts of the female body in a way that still felt classy became a Grès trademark. I love that about every single one of these gowns – that the cut-outs have a sculptural, sensual feel that implies confidence and feminine mystique.

Madame Grès won the hearts of both the jetset and the press, and her fashion house enjoyed years of critical acclaim before it began to falter in the 1980’s. Grès was subsequently one of the last couture houses ever to establish a ready-to-wear line, something that the Madame herself dubbed ‘a prostitution’. It is sad to see a similar thing happening to other fashion greats that have weathered the decades – Valentino being a case in point.

Today all that survives is Parfums Grès, the associated perfume house located in Switzerland. Madame Grès’ final garment was commissioned in 1989 by Hubert de Givenchy himself. She died four years later at the age of 90.

In April this year, the Musée Galliera hosted the first Paris retrospective of Madame Grès’ work. Showcased, fittingly, amid marble sculptures at the Musée Bourdelle, the exhibition featured 80 key pieces, 100 sketches and 50 original pictures taken by photographers the likes of Richard Avedon and Guy Bourdin. I would have so loved to have seen it in person.

Madame Grès’ rigorous, artistic approach to the creation of women’s wear was truly haute couture. It’s not just because the pieces are displayed as art. They really are monumental, each and every one.

The canary yellow gown is my ultimate – it reminds me of a sea anemone, or a reef, or a shoal of fish. Too beauteous.

The Big Schmooze

So this is me at fashion week.

I tried to plan ahead and be organised with my outfits, but the reality was that I finished work at 5pm each day (the Saturday included) and had to be at the first shows at 6pm. For a girl that takes minimum an hour to get dressed on a normal day, let alone for fashion week, it was actually quite comedic. I was literally forced to hot step it. I applied liquid eyeliner in traffic, signed in to Über Tweet en route, and arrived with my media pass slung hastily around my neck, ankles not quite ready for three days of my highest heels.

The champagne helped. And so did the shows, which were a revelation for me. A lot has been said about all of them already, so I won’t be doing a show report or anything like that. It was my first ever fashion week, so I am choosing to absorb, rather than comment. If you’re interested in the trends that emerged at Fashion Week, check out the show reviews I did on the 36Boutiques Tumblr, along with streetstyle from the week and other colourful snippets.

The outfits: I was in such a rush on the first night, that I didn’t manage to photograph my outfit. I wore my vintage DVF mini, with a vintage Habits top (in honour of the Habits show), a vintage Hermes scarf, my Depeche Mode jacket with the exaggerated shoulders, and bondagey heels. Not reinventing the wheel or anything, so I’m kinda happy that the outfits I can show you are actually more creative than that.

The vintage dappled shift is one of my favourites. The combination of geometry, ruffle and full sleeves is irresistible and I truly have never seen anything else like it. I braved my Topshop platforms and it was actually worth it, because a local mag stopped me to photograph my accessories in detail (will share the link when it is up).

The Saturday night was, of course, the piece de resistance. The eponymous beauty I have on loan attracted lots of admiring glances (and a streetstyle snap by the one and only Skattie), and I added a little edge with socks under bondage heels, and my vintage velvet amazingness. I took the cue for my Heidi-esque hairdo from the exaggerated shape of the dress paired with the glorious pouf of the velveteen shoulders.

There were truly some amazing vintage outfits at fashion week. It renewed my belief that you can’t beat a stand out vintage piece, and that it will always, always trump a run of the mill off-the-rack piece.

Images courtesy of 36Boutiques