The Demise Of Style

Sartorially speaking, I can’t quite remember a time when I embraced peacockery!
Colliding colours don’t quite fit within my realm of - shall we say - a ‘controlled’ aesthetic.
I have toiled with the thought of marrying a few frisky hues but sobriety remains at the forefront of my wardrobe pursuits. You can imagine the appeal of Ugly Betty…
I’m sure that you can appreciate my angst if equally disenchanted by the lack of style seen at this years Grand National Festival in Aintree. I’m slightly angered, borderline browned-off and, in fact let’s not be patient, I’m bloody full-blown frantic.

When will these women learn the art of dressing appropriately? They amalgamate several trends without any consideration for their body shape and then plague us with fashion tragedies. It’s time to wean them off their ill-fitting ensembles and eradicate this car-crash couture insouciance.
This has been the catalyst for conceiving my first blog. I’ve entered the blogsphere, the internet revelation that has sparked mass appeal amongst fellow gasbags. I felt compelled to share my views and unapologetic commentary on just how delusional some British women are to true style. I say some British women because I wouldn’t dare divorce a Milanese or Parisian woman from her inherent style and sophistication.

In stark contrast, Aintree played host to a circus of tack and tawdry in its entirety. Brash colours clashed with hap-hazard prints - making for a colour collision crisis. Let’s not forget (as if we could) contributing orange limbs, riotous hair and cleavages in abundance.
We’ve been subjected to unsightly ostentation at its most extreme. These, not-so, top fillies have depleted style and induced a faux pas epidemic. Gok? Come out to play! Although, even for this vision magician it would be deemed mission impossible.

Coleen McGloughlin had a gargantuan task on her hands when selecting a winner for the Aintree Best Dressed 2010 award. The meek styleite told the mail that, “there were lots of interesting shapes”. Your not kidding Col! There were shapes unheard of all distorted and billowing. Billowing fabric in areas that should have been cinched and cinched where it should have been billowing. Where are all the Gracious Golightlys and gamine young ladies in their fineries? Ensconced amongst this overbearing crowd, it’s no wonder they’re lost.
Still, Coleen’s selection of attire would have been my favourite to win. She was a prim and refined vision amongst all the ghastly opposition. And her secret was clear in a sea of superficiality. Don’t try too hard. Less is more and all that.

Avoid head to toe colossal blooms and psychedelic patterns. Acquaint yourself with a more subdued option. Take your cue from Louis Vuitton. Paisley prints juxtaposed brocades but were complimented by muted checks and zig-zags. Erdem, Anna Sui and Etro channelled sprightly prints and effervescent shades. However, colour collaborations were in the guise of stormy versus smooth, crazy versus calm. Mis-matching prints are definitely on the fashion agenda, but please? Orchestrate this key trend with precision.
Personally, I am doubting ever succumbing to this clashing malarkey. This summer may provoke a colour riot but tamed it shall be with lashings of honed elements. Black. Navy. Lots of navy. Ooh and gold…sparingly.