Somebody once told me that once I started wearing nail polish on a regular basis, I’d know that I’d become vain. Last week, while getting a mani-pedi, the Dutch beauty beside me declared over the phone that she found blazers and midi-skirts “so corporate and stuffy”. Two days ago, New York was the stuffiest I have ever felt it to be – and here I was, thinking that it had been at its height of suffocation the last time I was in town.
Lo and behold: Margaret is vain, corporate, and stuffy.
I say that in the most humorous self-depreciation. I’m of the firm belief that, regardless of any social stigmas attached to the likes office dresses with clacking kitten wedges, or perhaps accidental Asian hipsters, there is a way of taking inspiration from everyday subway-riders and parade it on the hottest day of the year. Normcore is a neon signposted example of this upward filtering of retail trends, and our corporate dressing, here, is nothing different. Jil Sander doesn’t dictate what you wear in the office, Human Resources does, and they think Jil Sander is a fancy donut store on the Upper East Side. We’re definitely working from the ground up.
The driving force to restyling any real street look is to choose two elements of each garment, and change it drastically. Instead of nasty tweeds and wools, a blazer should be a softer silk or polyester, perhaps cuffed sleeves for that dreaded sports luxe element, or a pinstripe to acknowledge the great things your Grandfather has done for your character. Whatever you do, your shirting cannot and will not be of the same fabrication. This Dion Lee affair has open sleeves that you can button around your wrists as wings, or leave at ease as avant garde body curtains – the latter of which serves a dual purpose of reducing the bulk of wide hips. With these humble beginnings in place, it is only natural that your skirt would be high-waisted and trumpeted and the most exquisite bottle green. Add a bag that should have a leash, and glasses that should have wings, and you’ll be the vain, stuffy, glamazon you’ve always wanted to be.
Next minute, it’s 1AM, I have an assignment to write, and shows in the morning. Over and out.