Red shoes, No knickers

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Look at me

As a little over a month of fashion weeks around the globe ~ NYC, London, Milan, Paris ~ come to an end in a few days my interest in what has been going on down the runway, as well as out on the streets, has been…well, let’s just say my mind was working over time.  With New York fashion week kicking the whole shebacle off I become addicted to what was going on over the pond. I checked my Instagram constantly and read numerous blogs to keep up to date with what was going on.  As I’ve said before {see here} I am always more interested with what’s going on outside of the shows, the street styling and how everyone is rising to the occasion.

One afternoon I was skimming through twitter and came across this article ‘The circus of fashion’ by Suzy Menkes. While the piece goes on to talk about the relationship that brands have with bloggers the initial emphasis was on the ‘freak’ show outside of the catwalk shows. She talks about the ever increasing peacocking that occurs these days and how people seem to be dressing, not for style sake or perhaps because they believe in what they’re wearing, but simply to get noticed by the mob like papperazzi that loiter outside.

I love street styling and have always said that my inspiration comes from people on the street and not from what’s in the shops but I couldn’t decide whether or not I saw this ‘LOOK AT ME’ tidal wave that is engulfing us as a good or bad thing. As an avid reader and follower of the extremely well written {and very funny} Leandra Medine of The Man Repeller I particularly enjoyed her response to Menkes’ piece. {see here and I really think you should as it is a great piece of journalism}

At the time of reading all this I was getting ready to head off to London Fashion week myself and of course ~ ER! HALLO! It’s ME! ~ was deciding what to wear. Both pieces made me stop and think and wonder whether I was dressing to try and get papped myself. Everyone likes to get noticed but did I need a photograph on the internet to tell me that my outfit was great? Did I need the attention of  a crowd of people I didn’t know to look at my clothes, to comment, to photograph and to judge?

I’ve said before that I like to dress for other people but I dress for MY people. I wear headgear Kass, good knitwear for Tim, stacked jewellery for Bestie from Africa, PANTS for My Husband & Katsy, printed dresses for my Mother.  And while I dress for the occasion, I ultimately dress to feel good, amuse and wow myself in the occasion.

 {m&s sunnies, coat from paris, gifted scarf, vintage bag, d.i.m.d.i leather skirt, mytights.com tights, beau coops boots}

My outfit for LFW was perfect and so me ~ comfortable & cool. As I strode past the peacoking at Somerset house ~ The backless sequinned dresses {‘where’s your coat love? It’s 2 degrees!!’}, the terry towelling knickers {TRUE STORY} and the unwalkable shoes ~ I felt safe in the knowledge that I was dressing for all the right people. My people.

Posted in Bestie From Africa, Comfy chic, Did It Myself, Didn't I, Fashion week, Kaspia Calypso, Outfit city, Rise to the occasion, Woman in coat

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  1. Tim

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