For Fashionistas
Ah Alexander McQueen, so, this is where fashion is going is it? And, the fashionistas will follow on. Every season something new and this is it is it? It seems to me to be a shocking homage to Damien Hurst and half a cow in formaldehyde.
I remember well my first foray into fashion when I merged with the herd and became a Beatnik with a three sizes too long black Arran polo neck sweater and a triple strand of blue beads, knotted in the niche between my buddin...g breasts. My outfit was completed with black tights and high heeled shoes. I had blue hair then in a failed experiment of going from bleached blonde to raven black in the space of one week. I was cool, man, cool and even gone man gone too.
When The Beatles came I had my John Lennon leather hat and lads used to pinch it and chat me up. I had Mary Quant dresses which I sadly gave away when the fashion changed. I ought to have kept them. They would have sold for a considerable sum now.
Then I grew up a little and was a fan of Coco Chanel and number 5 perfume. This was my little black dress phase which attracted my mate and led to long smoochy slow dances at the end of the night and later babies.
This catapulted me into my leisure wear phase and jogging, netball training, swimming, rowing machines at the gym and any other cardio-vascular activity that would shift the pounds I had gained from my pregnancies.
I still favour the classic understated look today. My John used to say 'look for the classy looking one in the room and that'll be my Jan.' I took that as a great compliment.
This brings me to the nub of my story. I always thought that women dressed to kill to attract the guys. It led to compliments and flirting and hand holding and intimacy between the sexes and that has always been kinda nice and sorta natural.
But, oh, Alexander, caged in like that, I don't think that the fashionista ladies of today will be having many 'close encounters' of the nice kind that we had back in the day or are you thinking that the modern woman is an Asexual being who revels in isolationism.
Somehow, I don't think so.
jan ferrierr