I had an epiphany today. I looked in the rear-view mirror in my Dad’s car and saw my reflected face, in all its pale whiteness and pink cheeks, and I was reminded of just how English and girly I look most of the time. And because I look more like an Austen character than a rock star, I don’t do cool very well.
Let me clarify. At school I wanted to look like the artistic cool girls, who were waif-like and just the perfect mix of indie and fashionable. They were like mannequins or models, and often ended up looking vaguely like this:
Yep – Kate Moss, Topshop’s muse. I really wanted their androgynous, delicate look, and I would try, but end up looking lumpy and over-complicated. Because I’m not a stick, and I don’t have an elfin face like Twiggy. The truth is that my figure bears more resemblance to the right than the left:
(Naturally, this is Keira Knightley and Holly Willoughby. I know, I know – the Holly picture is an ancient one, but she’s been pregnant/with a baby for the last two years, and that means a shortage of bikini snaps!)
And therefore, if I drape myself in edgy rock star gear, my whole shape gets swamped. I look my best when I wear clothes that were built for girls with a waist. Clothes designed to emphasise the femininity of that shape, unlike modern clothes which are designed to hang straight down off the shoulders like they would off a hanger. That look is undeniably cool, and underpins the silhouette of the 70’s trend, but it doesn’t suit me. I know what suits me, and it is, naturally…
So I promise that tomorrow I will make a post about how to incorporate vintage looks into SS11 – florals, polka dots, midi skirts, and all-things-feminine. And I promise that I’ll stop trying to be something I’m not. I’m an English Rose, a country lass, and that’s far better than being skeletal and posing around in thick kohl with cigarettes. No matter how cool that might look.