I am completely aware that fashion is fuelled by its own gorgeous unattainability, its impossible standards for pretty much everything. But that doesn’t stop one from trying. Looking through catwalk images always makes me feel jealous of their sheer movement. The clothes, the hair, the body; everything moves in one glorious simultaneous stride. In the dullness of reality off the catwalk how can we achieve the grace of an ethereal creature? My mass of hair doesn’t swish and my walk is more of a clumsy amble than a confident strut…I think it’s all in the details. Over the past few seasons I’ve fallen in love with fringe on everything. It adds; I feel like I’m walking through a film, fantasy and movement. No model leggy lunge required.
Eleanor Amoroso’s AW11 collection has me shivering with fringe fever:
Loving the fringe!!!