My oh, if I could I would Chloe coat.
The fork in the road approaches, which way to turn? Do I take the fashion high road or do I ignore all the warning signs and do my own thing?
Les soldes offer opportunity, theoretically. What to buy; what not to buy; what's in, or more to the point, what will have "in" staying power -- if one even cares -- what's fun, what's done and round and round it goes.
I neither specifically want nor need anything, but what if by pure serendipity I find better or best out there? I know what I'll do. I'll see an opportunity and leap upon it.
French Elle has decided in its infinite wisdom to give us directions on the bumpy road to error free markdown shopping. The problem is, I really don't care. Of course I don't want to look like a fool, but I already avoided that trap by not pairing heavy woolen socks with delicate heels even though Elle highly recommended the combo.
Now the magazine is telling me NOT to buy the one thing I would buy if I could, the "time stands still, never demode, investment camel hair coat" from Chole. If I am so inclined, Elle has given me permission to purchase a pair of camel trousers. I don't care. I don't like them. I don't want them. I want the coat, which is now deemed too classic, too preppy, too boring.
We're advised to ditch our headbands that look like tiaras. Whew, avoided that at the outset and now I know not to grab one on markdown.
We're not supposed to buy the Mad Men 50s skirts. I didn't and I wouldn't, but I don't see why someone else might find them appealing. And why not?
We may keep the socks, because they're warm and winter continues. The question of how we should wear them from this point forward has been judiciously avoided.
Ah, and our marinière, we can buy another and keep the one we have, BUT -- pay attention now -- we may not wear it the way we always have, straight up. We must "mix it up" somehow with other stripes, prints, under a shirt, over shirt, you get the idea. (The cocktail pictured above is from Donna Karan's 2009 spring/summer collection to give you an idea of the idea.)
As we all know, fashion is a business. What we sometimes forget is that style is not. Frenchwomen rarely -- unless they're in the biz -- forget that truth.
Another safe bet, pictured above, the sac cartable from Proenza Schouler (I would never buy a yellow bag, but in another color perhaps).
Of course the magazines report on the latest and the greatest and then a few months later tell us it's time to move on, the greatest is no longer the latest. That's what I find fun about fashion and it's why I continue to buy magazines, but I no longer look at them in the same way.
I don't care about fashion per se. Yes, it's amusing to see what creative designers are doing, yes it's interesting to see the current color spectrum, the cuts, the influences (Mad Men), the whimsy, the wildly crazy. It's pure entertainment. And, let's face it, there is always something out there that makes our hearts flutter with the thrill of the spectacularly unexpected.
But, I know what I can wear and I don't care about the rest unless by good luck something new fits into my grand scheme. When I veer off my path, I'm always disappointed.
That's what I've learned from Frenchwomen and that's why I would rather sit in a cafe and watch the real deal parading down the street. Talk about creative dressing.