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‘Mary Mary, quite contrary, how does Fur-Coat-Faux-Fashion go?’
Well, contrary to every post I’ve ever rhymed/rattled before. I’m treading new ground. I’m a *luxymoron if you like
*luxymoron – l u x e figure of speech for when ones own fashion styling is a mishmash of new and old trends.
Take what I’m wearing today par example; to the educated eye of a fashionista, this look is like So 3 seasons ago, excluding the cast of Towie – skinny-jean/shoescraper chic got put to bed with Atkins and that Twilight saga.
On paper, it’s a fashion faux-pas, fit for a sequel to Showgirls (love that film). Vintage Versace rabbit meets Jackie-O lash ticklers meets spray-on jeans with their own X-rating.
And jeepers peepers those Prada’s pay lip service to all sorts of late night luxing!!! #mondaze
So sartorial summary/assault complete.
I make my pledge, to continue to cavort hence forth in some-other-season attire until I see fit/see Selfridges.
To the Wang shirt wearer (midriff flasher) the pool slide pounder (pools? in-a-city?) and any fashionista out there, I beg of you to go back to your wardrobe and luxymoron it up.
It’s like a l u x e liberation.
I might be a slave to new season Sophia Webster’s, I might have a credit card well Kane’d but I don’t have to be a ‘new-in’ sheep stylist to feel fash-fabulous.
Is faux-fashion a little freudian? Probably.
Would I still trample over children in a Celine sale? Errrm yep. But you won’t ever see me on Bond Street in Birkenstocks? I’d rather toss my Trapeze in the Thames.
In fact forget the Trapeze threat. I’m luxe-not luxetreme.
SHOP the L U X E
For Sunnies, For Shoes, For Vintage Fur’s, For Skinny Jeans
