Definately not…’marigolds’!
Taking up a recent New Year magazine offer with Harper’s Bazaar at £1 an issue for a six-month subscription, I couldn’t resist. I mean, I can hardly miss out at £1 a pop! I do ‘like’ fashion magazines; I say this hesitantly because I certainly don’t enjoy the high amount of glossy advertising and the very ‘youngest’ slant. There are very few images of anyone over 30…though one advert bucked that trend with Penelope Tree. One of my favourite 1960s models, an absolute icon, great to see her adorning the latest Vivienne Westwood advert. Also, why do most fashion models look so moody in the adverts and fashion spreads? You’d think they’d look at least a bit ‘happy’ considering they’re dressed in designer gear and getting paid for it. But no….oh well, I guess I don’t know the ‘back story’?
the offer I couldn’t ‘refuse’…
On opening the magazine I came across these bright yellow gloves and…did a double take. I was like…are marigolds in fashion now? Well, they certainly weren’t ‘marigolds’ they were Fendi no less! I love this take on these gloves, though I’m not sure if they are referencing your average washing up gloves. Yet that’s how I read it. There were other colours featured in the advert, but it was the yellow one’s that seized my attention. Harper’s generally do good and informative articles, it’s just…there are too many adverts! They are not alone in this, but it gets tiresome. Exhausting to be honest, I understand why they are there, but wouldn’t it be wonderful not to have them? It‘d certainly be a magazine I would hunt down!
the divine socks, at a high price…
What else got my interest? Well, it was the embroidered Simone Rocha socks featured in one of the fashion spreads called Enchanted kingdom. However, at £370 a pair it’s an accessory I certainly won’t be in a rush to buy nor could afford. I’m just too poor to partake and indulge in such extravagance on a pair of socks! If I did have them I believe I would certainly feel ‘enchanted’ for a very short time…not to mention very rich and possibly feel like I’m ‘walking on air’. Though I simply couldn’t justify such an outlay even if I was ‘minted’…Oh no! Morally it’s all wrong, for me it’s the guilt. I just couldn’t do it. Give me bog standard socks any day. The world of expensive embroidered socks its just too dandyish: way too far from my stratosphere and relegated to the world of dreams, of which I’m sure I’m not the only one…