Old-fashioned fashion reporter
I am a fashion reporter but that does not mean I am always dressed to kill.
They say I should dress to kill. After all, I am a fashion reporter. But they don’t understand that I am an old-fashioned reporter. The spirit that prowls in me can only identify with old-fashioned people. To say the least, I admire their taste of dressing and adore their hair styles.
Well, to say the least, I hear all kinds of remarks from family and friends, but the fact is that today’s fashion does not make sense and looks bohemian to me. Yes, yes, your very own 2010 ‘in’ style appears very bohemian to me. I too probably, though, look out of place to others. But what can I say.
I still call a frock, a frock. “Archaic,” you’d say. “It’s a dress,” you would point your finger at me. Is it leggings or stockings? I would argue with you on that, too.
Though two of my younger siblings are into the dominant trends that seem to eclipse their lives, I dress plainly with a hair bun to go with my clothes. The simple look suits me.
Out of place sometimes, but not most of the times, and most definitely different from all those following trends that are here today and gone tomorrow. I follow one simple principle and that certainly does not confuse me at all: that people should have a taste that is consistent and not constantly changing.
Coco Chanel said, “Luxury must be comfortable, otherwise it is not luxury.” True, luxury should make you feel at ease, not otherwise. If heels don’t suit you, if you can’t walk in them properly, don’t wear them. That is better then you falling or tripping over someone.
To quote from Coco Chanel once more, “Fashion fades, only style remains the same.”
Published in The Express Tribune, July 26th, 2010.