|When chicken get teeth (that’s when I would wear this jacket).|
Here’s the thing, into each fashion cycle — spring and fall, year after year after year — come those little “signal” items (sometimes they’re not that little) that say to the world: “I’m on message; I get it. Orange, or even worse, green, whether I hate it or not, must appear someplace on my body or it will be clear even to complete strangers that I don’t know what’s what in the world of the ever changing “In”.
OK, let’s say I accept the premise. After all, fashion is — alright, was — my life, so using above example, I would find a scarf that has some orange and/or green hidden in it or maybe a belt (if I still wore belts, this is all hypothetical) and move on until the next cycle which would no doubt have another color I would never consider under normal circumstances.
|Maybe, we’re getting warm. . .|
|Maybe, yes, maybe. . .|
Fine. I can live with this notion. But here’s the thing, I have a very complicated relationship with cuir (leather). No, not shoes, bags, belts (you know, in principle), gloves. . . It’s when cuirclothing comes into the equation that I become uncomfortable. I don’t know why. I love the idea of a black leather pencil skirt and that elusive, but nonetheless perfect, jacket that is out there someplace. Mine would definitely be in the form of a “cardigan” never, ever a biker.
|When this Whistles “cardigan” was spotted on Pippa Middleton (see below) it flew out of the stores. It has just the right touch of the famous Chanel quilting with a smooth, crisp fit. But, it’s gone, gone, gone. . .|
French women wear both, not together of course that’s a bit much, and they really do look stunning. When I see these women on the street I think, “why not me?” And then I think, “because it’s just not me.”
You may have noticed that almost every capsule wardrobe of 20 items or so will more than likely include a leather jacket. (I know I’m not supposed to talk about Inés, but she did mention that a leather jacket — blouson in her case and brown — is a basic. Maybe for her, probably not for me.)
Heaven knows they’re an investment as in buying in can be expensive to astronomically so and if one were not to wear the investment I suppose that would be the ultimate folly.
Long ago when I was madly covering the collections all over the world I owned a black leather blazer. It was a gift and I actually quite liked it. It made me feel cool at the time. Then I realized I’d outgrown it, literally and figuratively.
At the moment I’m searching for a buttery, black (what did you expect?) cardigan-like number and I’ve found some in varying price ranges. But do I want it because it’s someone else’s idea of what I should own or do I want it because I would wear it? These are the questions that have held me back.
I’ve even made a mental list of how I would wear the imaginary jacket — my way — to see if I would be comfortable in it and I still can’t decide.
|The quilting theme gone awry. Nothing like adding more bulk to the body I always say.|
Have you ever had this tempted, not tempted, want it, maybe I don’t want it relationship with a piece of clothing?
I know, you’re probably thinking she really knows how to pose thought-provoking, esoteric conundrums. . .