All these fresh cotton dresses, often with bare shoulders, striped or with gingham prints and the omnipresent ruffles, can only be traced back to a single wonderful person: Brigitte Bardot.
The young Brigitte Bardot of the 60s, ho spent her summers on St. Tropez dressed in gingham dresses and capri pants is one of the most distinctive things ever.
The perfect diva: beautiful with her disheveled hair, totally flirtatious, but with the face of someone who doesn’t have a care in the world, reminiscent of the eternal nymphet described by Nabokov.
Many are divided between Audrey and Marilyn, often generating epic feuds, but I’ve always liked Brigitte, and the image of her freely roaming the little cobbled streets of the Côte d’Azur in her capri pants and with Alain Delon by her side.
So there we go, all these ruffles, flounces and frills that have been infesting dresses, tops, swimwear and probably even underwear, remind me of her and I love them.
Having undergone summer trends of neon colours, fringes, colour block and hairy birkenstocks, this year fashion has thankfully reprived us of hideous trends.
I have never understood nomenclature in chemistry, and never will I understand the number of collections per brand that come out within the year.
How many capsule collections is a brand expected to birth per season?
Is the cruise collection before or after pre-fall?
Is pre-fall not just fall?
I can’t precisely answer these questions, all I know is that I can’t buy anything because everything costs so so much and I need to buy food. The fact remains that for Gucci, ever since Alessandro Micheles arrival, I always yarn and long every item.
A few weeks ago I spent 12 minutes of my life staring at a photo of a Gucci display window, because it was adorned with pink wallpaper and painted swans.
Could a more beautiful wall exist?
Frankly, I think not.
A little while ago the new capsule collection was released, and it involved a new version of the classic ‘flora & Fauna’ print.
It contains flowers, red and blue birds, snakes, carnations, roses and stars.
Speaking of the flowers, Alessandro spoke the following great truth:
I consider myself an animist. I have a great interest in the world of nature, a passion that I think transpires in my collections. The flowers, for example, are for me the representation of the power of beauty.
I love him, and I want every piece in that collection, because those flowery prints are the kinda things that turn my brain to mush, much like dinosaurs, pineapples, flamingos and banana prints.
After succumbing to mom jeans, boyfriend jeans, oversized sweaters, culottes pants, off the shoulder tops and bodysuits I frankly do not feel in a position to judge anyone.
Fundamentally I’m the first one who should feel ashamed for their dubious fashion choices, but no, I too often still comply to buying something simply because I saw it on Alexa Chung, totally uncaring of the fact that I may or may not look like a badly dressed dwarf belonging to Durins lineage.
I go on without a care, convince myself that those baggy flowy mid-calf pants must be mine and nothing, not even the bitter reality reflected in the changing room mirror can stop me: I have to buy them.
I do the same thing with t-shirts. I’ve bought: tigers, eyes, taglines, logos and stripes. Think of an idiot trend that has lasted no more than four months from the past year; I almost certainly have it in my wardrobe, at least in the low cost version.
All this to say that this year the t-shirt style worth buying, as Alexa Chung as demonstrated, is the retro 70s tee.
You know those slightly ‘faded’ t-shirts?
With the contrasting coloured crew neckline?
With vintage logos?
Or with slightly hippy prints?
The mood is therefore clear, and it’s once again Starksy & Hutch, the Jefferesons and Farrah Fawcett. You can find these tees literally everywhere, from Pull&Bear, to Topshop to Etsy and various vintage stores.
I love prints. One of my favorite fashion moment was when Dolce & Gabbana unveiled those beautiful 1950s inspired dresses covered in an eggplant print and when Stella McCartney followed suit, but with lemons.
Such madness, but such beauty depicted within those eggplants.
Then came the palm trees, the jungle and leafs in general.
Foliage everywhere: pants, suits, tank tops, phone covers, skirts and even socks. Basically we were camouflaged like Rambo in Vietnam for a young English colonialist vacationing in Laos.
Instead, this year it is appropiate to wear the preferred fashion food of all the fashion bloggers on Instagram: avocado, pineapple and semi-peeled bananas.
Do not ask me for the logic or the meaning of this iconography, I can report fashion trends but I am not able to comprehend the twisted reasons and motivations that lie behind the pervese mechanism of fashion.
But we can all agree that pineapples and avocados are quite cute, I mean, maybe by 2018 radishes will be fashionable, so let’s not complain.
Everyone wore it with light washed high waisted jeans aka Brenda Walsh in 90210.
The fact that it was an item of clothing that looked alright on very few people didn’t seem to matter very much – in testimony of the fact that to this day we go around -unpunished- wearing things such as flared cropped pants proves how little importance we give to the ‘fit’ of the trend.
But now bodysuits have returned to infest street style photos and outfits, and has reappeared on the shelves of Zara &Company.
Either way, I’m weak minded and therefore I love this trend. Here I leave blonde warnings for the safe use of this trend, in memory of 1994 fashion.
★ Pay attention to the size, especially to the lenght
The bodysuit can become an amiable sharp knife in the private regions after a couple hours of wear and will make you as hysterical as a nicotine addict left without cigarettes.
It also tends to slip between the cheeks, let this be a warning.
★Think twice about what to pair it with.
★Sometimes they come with nasty uncomfortable clippy buttons to close them (I’m sure they have a specific name, I’m too lazy to google what is). These buttons are the devil and if you happen to be in a ‘social’ situation were you are required to swiftly and smoothly remove the above mentioned bodysuit doing so may require more effort than you’d expect.
Also, side note: apparently men find these clippy bodysuits ‘creepy’, probably cause associated with something a baby would sport.
Overall though I actually do like bodysuits. They’re not the most comfortable things in the world to wear but they do look good and are easy to pair. They also double as going out outfits so that’s a plus.
Where to find them?
From mother Zara or Asos where you can virtually find everything. And Topshop has the best ones in terms of fit. I own two and I’ve worn them so many times since I got them.