For me, Jill Stuart’s Fall/Winter collection was a tug-of-war in personal preferences, which, on the whole, favoured appreciation (and even some wardrobe rethinking). Consider this: flutter overload in muted autumn leaf shades would not usually be my go-to dress at any time of year or lifetime, attaching flowers to structured shapes and stronger silhouettes pulled them within arm’s reach. While Wednesday Addams is not my homegirl, a mix of sheer, sexy, textured and almost geometric lace made long cuffs and well-starched peter pans far more phathomable. A deceptively fruity floral print somehow transports a renaissance woman to August 2013, and carefully calculated panel placement steps up gold foil on mesh from childhood Halloween costumes and next-level holiday gift wrapping.
And there’s Lindsey Wixson, who manages to make everything with the pleasure of gracing her frame absolutely adorable. Put her in a neon fur onesie, and I’ll buy it. Oh wait…
So, perhaps, Jill is the winner in this Fashion Week circus. Rather than making me obsess over any one given piece, she made me reassess what I would usually steer clear of – even things I usually hate. When I think about taking new risks in my style, that 3.1 Phillip Lim coat that falls seamlessly alongside the rest of my wardrobe is not going to be my first port of call. I much prefer the challenge of incorporating something so far-removed from daily default. In other words, simply investing in a high-end piece is not a personal style risk. You’re just spending money – not pushing the envelope.
Perhaps you’ll see me next Fall in that wherefore art thou Romeo printed situation and a plaid shirt around my waist.
Like a boss.