A while back, I saw this rather fab ensemble in the Montcler window in Chamonix (the original post is here).
It’s so clear why the French lead the fashion world – they put together a totally ridiculous outfit and manage to make it covetable.
So, at the beginning of winter in the southern hemispere, looked what turned up in the shops in Sydney:
There’s clearly been a very antipodean take on the original French design, with the French influence being diluted and reworked as ‘Awkward Norwegian Party Troll’.
What do these 2 outfits say to us?
The French look is saying: “je suis soignée; the epitome of élégance ” as Mademoiselle shrugs and pouts à la Francaise, puffing noxious clouds of Sobranie into the atmosphere as her rat-like muppet dog pees on your mixed fibres Fair Isle legging. Does she care? Absolument pas.
The Australian version is asking: “does my bum look big in this hat?” (if you have to ask, the answer is always yes).
The luxe vision of dreamy, cream cashmere is replaced with the eye-watering horizontals (the horror, the horror) of Fair Isle. Fair Isle is not a kind design, and it’s particularly unkind when stretched across the backsides and thighs of dumpy Australian tweens.
Another clue is that hat. The French version has an almost Anna Karenina touch – it completes the sophistication of the outfit. The Australian one says ‘look at me, I’m an idiot’.
Is there some sort of fashion hate thing happening here? Who would do this to young women?