As one day blends into the next and I remain at home, blowing my nose, and the number of people I've dotted & promised to send photos to grows & grows, and the list of posts I'm thinking of doing grows in my head, there's a subject I've been meaning to write about. You know how a while ago I was talking 'what's your fashion sex?' Well there's something I've been thinking about for, like, ever:
What's your fashion age?
I've especially been thinking this because of Roz (previous post), and her wonderful post today ('librarian looks'). At 14, she is an old soul, and, being naturally beautiful, choose to dress like a grown up. And while she puts her own clever spin on it, she references the past: the charity shop is her high street, and she dresses with a sophistication beyond her peers. And your comments are lovely: I'm sure she'll be pleased when she's back from holiday and reads them.
I remember when Prince Charles hit 50, and someone said, good for him, he's finally grown into his age. Apparently even at 15, he was a middle aged man trapped in a teenager's body (and I mean this in the nicest sense: Mr. Dot & I have met the Prince, and he is, indeed, Absolutely Charming).
There was a great little piece in the Telegraph magazine recently (Mr. Dot recycled it, alas), a collage of people like Tavi and Pixie Geldoff with their short grey hair, or Alexa Chung in her LIbrary Chic, and, by contrast, women of a certain age, like Ivana Trump, dressing like a teenager. And it got me thinking, once again, about my own style, which is finally having it's day in the sun: a bit geek chic, a bit gawky six year old (shorts, bare legs, ankle socks), which is why I adore Ashish, yet a bit Jackie O (sleeveless dresses on simple sheaths, as per Michelle Obama). For example, I recently wore a simple nude custom made Jackie O dress with a beige raincoat, yet dressed it down with vanilla brogues, and ankle socks. Which was a bit stupid as that's the day I caught this damn cold.
What does this have to do with this post? Not much, frankly. I don't have a clue who this girl is, it was a quintessential Friday after work scene, a gaggle of us were working our way thru Soho and Jen, the Style Crusader, spotted her first. True, she was spotted and dotted, but first, she was Crusaded.
It's really Jen's story: I just saw she posted on it ('i've been crusaded!') and it inspired me to post my shots, too. I love this girl's spirit. Even if my style is a cross between an old spinster librarian and a six year old, I like to think that my personality age is stuck at 16. I like to think that no matter how old this girl becomes, at heart, she will remain forever young.
So: having clicked on those above words, what's YOUR fashion age?