Dense cotton top and wool jumper; cashmere jumper and box purse.
Dense cotton top and wool jumper; cashmere jumper and box purse.
My favourite perfume reminds me of summer and although it’s nowhere near that time of the year, a hint of the colour orange in my wardrobe always helps to lift the mood and remind me that the winter is almost over.
I don’t usually like bright colours, but orange (in moderation) seems to suit me. It also complements my favourite colour – navy, which I wear in abundance all year through and the general subdued colour palette of my wardrobe.
There was actually a time when I sported a strong dislike for this colour. Unlike the cosmetic of pink for example, orange went against my idea of aesthetically pleasing colours. I started thinking about this colour again after reading Huysman’s infamous novel Against the Grain. Dislike evolved into a love-hate relationship and now I accept it into my wardrobe as a contradiction that somehow feels natural.
“All these colours being rejected, three only were left, viz. red, orange, yellow.
Of these three, he preferred orange, so confirming by his own example the truth of a theory he used to declare was almost mathematically exact in its correspondence with the reality, to wit: that a harmony is always to be found existing between the sensual constitution of any individual of a genuinely artistic temperament and whatever colour his eyes see in the most pronounced and vivid way.
In fact, if we leave out of account the common run of men whose coarse retinas perceive neither the proper cadence peculiar to each of the colours nor the subtle charm of their various modifications and shades; similarly leaving on one side those bourgeois eyes that are insensible to the pomp and splendour of the strong, vibrating colours; regarding therefore only persons of delicate, refined visual organs, well trained in appreciation by the lessons of literature and art, it appeared to him to be an undoubted fact that the eye of that man amongst them who has visions of the ideal, who demands illusions to satisfy his aspirations, who craves veils to hide the nakedness of reality, is generally soothed and satisfied by blue and its cognate tints, such as mauve, lilac, pearl-grey, provided always they remain tender and do not overpass the border where they lose their individuality and change into pure violets and unmixed greys.
The blustering, swaggering type of men, on the contrary, the plethoric, the sanguine, the stalwart go-ahead fellows who scorn compromises and by-roads to their goal, and rush straight at their object whatever it is, losing their heads at the first go-off, these for the most part delight in the startling tones of the reds and yellows, in the clash and clang of vermilions and chromes that blind their eyes and surfeit their senses.
Last comes the class of persons, of nervous organization and enfeebled vigour, whose sensual appetite craves highly seasoned dishes, men of a hectic, over-stimulated constitution. Their eyes almost invariably hanker after that most irritating and morbid of colours, with its artificial splendours and feverish acrid gleams,–orange.“
(image via mottodistribution)
I admit I love magazines. Beautifully designed on quality paper containing inspiring articles and images, that’s what I look for in a magazine.
Unfortunately, most women’s magazines fail to provide in these aspects. With a few notable exceptions, I always end up feeling bombarded by products that I know I don’t need and fluff pieces on botox survivors and the best spa destinations. I realized this a couple of years ago while flipping though a prominent female publication in a bookstore and all I could see were pages and pages just blatantly displaying products. As though editorials weren’t enough (at least in editorials there is the effort of creating a enticing image). It just looks like they picked whatever their advertisers were selling and threw it together on one page and it’s so far removed from my own perceptions that the aspirational aspect becomes irrelevant. Sure, all these magazines have something to sell, but such blatant consumerism, especially in this day and age, just ends up seeming vulgar.
Instead of creating an irrational need to buy more things, I prefer to focus on developing a personal aesthetic and style, which isn’t susceptible to complete change each and every season. This is why I prefer men’s magazines such as Fantastic Man, as they seem to focus more on classic pieces and wardrobes as a whole, and of course The Gentlewoman.
It’s also why I am really excited about publication such as Kinfolk, which is about the experience rather than buying new things. I ordered it today and cannot wait to take it out on my next trip to the local coffee house.
image via libi
In the age of opulent wardrobes and streetstyle posing,
there is something refreshing about looking effortless.
What I love about La Garçonne girl is that she clearly has her favourite wardrobe items which continue to make appearances in their beautifully styled lookbooks, season after season, each time subtly updated with styling. It adds a great sense of continuity to one’s personal style evolution, which doesn’t depend on trends nor feel the need for a whole new wardrobe each season. I have decided to assemble these collages in order to pinpoint some of my favourite la garçonne looks over the past few seasons. It only goes to show that some pieces are truly forever.
Above: Classic Breton top. Also included is the dress version, which is a great summer staple.
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This is basically what I’ve been wearing for the past couple of weeks. It’s simple and basic, and yet it makes me feel like myself.
(Images via polyvore.com)
Image via thefashionspot
“Carefully Curated: Each garment has to make the cut. I’ve heard some fairly harsh criticism recently that “good enough” is really okay for one’s wardrobe, and I have to disagree. Yes, in some circumstances we do have to settle for less than ideal, but that should NEVER be the standard we set for ourselves. We deserve better. People who make clothing deserve better. The planet deserves better.
Deliberately Distilled: We don’t need so much stuff. We need nicer things, better quality things, things we will love more, use more, and legitimately wear out. We do this on purpose, not because we’re stingy or snotty, but because we want to focus on truly beautiful and crafted items that are worthy of support.”
Source: The Vivienne Files
I love the idea of curating the perfect capsule wardrobe. It’s also the reason behind this blog because I wanted to document this process. My goal is to have a wardrobe that consists of a limited number of beautifully crafted, deliberately sought out, cherished garments, worn over and over again. Indeed, like falling in love and developing a relationship that could last a lifetime.