Tryphena, am I correct in thinking that some of the smocks kind of billow out and are then caught in around thigh level? Because I've been seeing some very mushroom-looking people around and I'm trying to work out how that effect is achieved.
This is the first year I've been completely mystified by high street fashion. In one sense I shouldn't be, because I was around and primping during the eighties, which are being revived - I looked very good in a off-the shoulder batwing sleeve - but possibly it's the translation of the familiar into the strange which is confusing me.
I heard a comparison with the science fiction motif where the human is transported to an environment designed by aliens to comfort him with familiarity, but the aliens get it a bit wrong and it's seriously creepy. It was suggested that this is what Top Shop now looks like to anyone around in the eighties. I dislike feeling so unadaptable and rusty.
(Also, I was promised chap's tailoring for ladies this season and I can't find it in the forest of draped cotton jersey.)
So mostly it's just bewilderment, but my major hate continues to be: the impossibility of finding a jacket which covers one's arse. The high street is filtering through to the charity shops where I get most of my stuff, now, and the arse-covering drought of the last couple of years is evident. In the new shops now they've cropped them up to a fifties bolero, so within a year or so I won't be entitled to conceal my navel, either. Such rage! My lovely thigh-length jackets from six years ago are looking a little shabby... |
