Dare to be Dull
The other day a colleague and I were looking at photographs of all the exciting clothes that guests were wearing during the recent month of fashion shows. It was all so daring and colourful and fun! And edgy and difficult and chilly-looking!
These dedicated souls are at the cusp of cuspiness. They are the trend lovers, the pre-first adopters, the devotees. They are the brave women working clashing colourways and metallic slip dresses over rock-band T-shirts under oversized men’s coats with a statement bag and a devastating sock-boot at 9am on a freezing Tuesday morning.
I need to tell you something. Me and my friends who work in fashion were at those shows too, and we weren’t dressed like that. We love fashion, we talk about it all the time, we buy a heck of a lot of clothes. But we don’t do tricky or uncomfortable, particularly. We don’t ‘nail’ vinyl jumpsuits or change into eight-inch scooped-out silk mules to walk into a fashion show. Some might say we’re boring. I say, bring on boring. I would hate for readers to think that in order to enjoy fashion you have to put in days of work and energy and always err on the side of attention-seeking. I’d hate anyone to think that you can’t love fashion and still wear something boring. Last month, a friend of mine told me she needed a warm coat to take on a forthcoming winter break. She’d seen one in Uniqlo in black that she liked but thought she’d ‘ better not buy a black coat’. Why, I asked? Whose rules are those? Buy the black coat, I said. Be warm! Be boring! Have a really wonderful holiday! My advice, for what it’s worth: enjoy your clothes but make sure you’re enjoying your life more.