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I Wore Flats to a Wedding — and I'm Never Going Back

Le 25 octobre 2017, 05:46 dans Humeurs 0

We've all got our fashion scars. For some it's a tragic trend that lives on in yearbook photos. Others were called four-eyes through their adolescence. For me, it used to be flats. But not just any flats — fancy flats. Standing 5'11" by my sophomore year of high school, I never felt comfortable in the stacked platforms and skinny stilettos my shorter friends collected. So I wore flat sandals to homecoming, a ballet slipper to my cousin's bar mitzvah, and (gasp!) kitten heels to prom. I was feeling wild that day.

So now that I feel comfortable in my skin — all five feet and 11 inches of it — I wear heels every occasion I get. Something about them makes me feel special like no flat can. So when it came time to walk down the aisle, albeit as a bridesmaid, I logged on for a digital heel hunt. And then the craziest thing happened. I clicked on, ordered, and wore a pair of fancy flats to my best friend's wedding. Here's why I'm glad I did . . . and am never going back.

The Venue

Turns out it's a pretty lousy idea to wear stilettos to a beach wedding, as a few of my friends found out the difficult way. The same goes for an outdoor ceremony on a lawn or — if we're being honest — any slippery surface (like, say, an aisle). Of course wedges are an option, but I find those can feel (and sound) a little heavy. So when I stepped onto the soft sand of Montauk, NY, in my rose-gold sandals, my feet felt like a day at the beach.

The Comfort

I have never made it through an entire wedding in whatever heels I arrived in (as candid dance floor photos can attest). At my friend's wedding at New York's Plaza Hotel, a pair of cage sandals left me barefoot and praising the powers that be that my gown was long enough to cover my feet. Not so with flats. I made it each step of the way right into the after-party without so much as a single Band-Aid.

Who will win the racing fashion stakes?

Le 7 octobre 2017, 09:23 dans Humeurs 0

THE rivalry between Sydney and Melbourne stems almost as far back as our nation’s colonialisation. And now there’s a new race in this east coast tug of war.

NSW Racing’s daring gamble to hold a monumental new race day next Saturday­ — the world’s richest turf race, dubbed the Everest — means Sydney’s fashionistas will put their elegantly clad bodies on the line against Melbourne’s finest to prove which city is more stylish.

And our most influential say that, when it comes to Harbour City chic, less is more.

Ms O’Hara, who won last year’s Vogue The Fashion Chute contest, said that longstanding racing traditions such as wearing gloves and keeping hemlines modest weren’t as rigidly followed in NSW.

Whereas at Flemington — where competitive style events on race day were being held decades before they started in Sydney in the mid-1980s — gloves and lower hemlines are non-negotiable.

Colour, texture and standout details such as woven basket bags and a hint of exposed shoulder will be major looks at The Everest.

The Vogue fashion team will be on the hunt at the event for the best-dressed women, who will go into the running to win the Vogue Fashion Chute. It boasts a prize pool of more than $20,000.

Ms O’Hara said women should choose one statement accessory and keep the rest of the look simple.

Feud after Milan Fashion Week is dismissed

Le 29 septembre 2017, 07:57 dans Humeurs 0

It is traditionally a highlight of the global fashion calendar but this year’s Milan Fashion Week has been criticised as out-of-touch, confused and not sufficiently intellectual, in a feud worthy of the Zoolander movies.

Carla Bruni, Claudia Schiffer, Naomi Campbell, Cindy Crawford, Helena Christensen and Donatella Versace walk the runway at the Versace show during Milan Fashion Week.

The barbed comments infuriated Italian fashionistas, who leapt to the defence of their country’s haute-couture.

The contretemps was sparked by an article in The New York Times entitled “Does Milan Matter?” 

“It's been a largely out-of-focus season in Milan. Italy has been something of a peripheral player in the European narrative of late — in the various dances among Macron and Merkel and Trump and May, Prime Minister Paolo Gentiloni rarely cuts in — and designers seem equally confused about their own roles in the greater fashion ecosystem,” the newspaper said.

The column witheringly dismissed Milan as lacking intellectual clout, saying its Fashion Week was all about “extraordinary fabric and high-voltage cleavage”.

“Milan has never really been an intellectual fashion city; leave that to the deconstructionists and conceptualists of Paris and London,” the column said.

The clothes shown on Milan’s catwalks had failed to express “visual coherence in a chaotic time.”

Leading the charge in defence of Italian pride was Stefano Gabbana, of Dolce and Gabbana, who said he was sick of “insults” from the American press and described the author of the article as being “anything but smart”.

“The problem is that we Italians are insecure. We always feel inferior to others, whereas in reality it is the others who are afraid of us. We know how to do everything – fabrics, accessories, buttons - even the labels that go on clothes. That’s why others try to belittle us.”

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