A short pixie crop, freckles, a dimple and a girl meets boy style. My go-to uniform is bookish brogues & loafers, a button up blouse, & neutral coloured shorts or skin tight leather pants. I prefer a mix of masculine & feminine, a ‘Parisian cool’ style epitomized by Emanuelle Alt, French editor of Vogue, in her sharply tailored blazers and low rise skinny jeans. The dapper blazer is perennially polished and brilliantly versatile; it adds an element of sophistication, punctuated with sculptural black boots. I’m partial to statement jewellery but I often wear only three silver rings set with semi-precious stones from Morocco, Tibet and India.
I borrow from the boys and add a vibrant twist in platforms teamed with bobby socks however, beneath this polished ‘no-frills’ facade is an “unhealthy” undergarment obsession, where lace briefs, sheer bustiers and embellished braletts secrete themselves. The seven deadly sins: ‘La Perla’, ‘Rigby & Peller’, ‘Coco de Mer’, ‘Agent Provocateur’, ‘Myla’, ‘Calvin Klein’ and ‘Phillip Lim’ tempt me in Net-a-porter’s ‘Soft Cup Bras’ and ‘French Briefs’ sections. My controlled, neat, tidy exterior conceals my wild and uninhabited lust for lingerie. Seductive underpinnings in silk, lace, tulle and chiffon make my heart beat faster. To be more precise, ‘Victoria’s Secret’, is also my secret and every other woman’s. Don’t judge a girl by her dress because Alexander Wang, Preen and Stella McCartney may be hiding a ‘femme fatale’.
Friday, 28 January 2011
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