Bikinis are tricky things aren’t they?
Naked in public, essentially, is what we’re looking at here. So what you’re after is something that will give you the confidence to carry that off without giving attention to the voice in your head that tells you you are in a nightmare where you’ve lost all your clothes. A bit like the one when you’re about to step on stage but you don’t know your lines. Or you’re trying to run but the pavement is made of sticky toffee.
So when you find that one, the one that makes you feel that everything is alright. Maybe even a little bit better than alright. That jumping around and actual swimming and, like, a real life good time would be possible in this garment, then hold on to it.
Tell it that you love and treat it right. Never let it go. It is, indeed, a true and fine friend.
Now stop your worrying and get in the pool.
Bikini by Melissa Odabash
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. Oh Julie, you are, as always, so right.
There is a short list of things that I decided many years ago were essential, whatever the holiday destination. From work trip to country weekend to beach, there are a couple of things that I always find I need, or rather, that I feel a bit panicky without. These things, since you ask so nicely, are as follows: some kind of massive pashmina, (this is in fact my comfort blanket, airline pillow, extra jumper and cuddly toy all rolled into one). (Although I actually quite object to wearing one in the evening as it makes me feel slightly like I’m in too flimsy an outfit at a wedding. In Surrey.) Lavender oil, (to make my pillow smell like home) (I’ve gone a bit pillow-centric here, but bear with me) a gallon of moisturiser and a pair of jeans (or, if you’re feeling fashion today, a jean). You can travel in them, they knock the edge off your oh I’m not sure now new holiday top and if your beach based Easter break that was supposed to get you away from the biting, trying to hurt you cold in England, turns out to be not that warm either they will keep you cosy while you saunter casually up to the bar and order yourself a another medicinal whiskey.
How then, what with these strict rules and everything, did it come to pass that I ended up in the Canaries with no jeans? Error.
But in every mistake lies an opportunity and all that and this, I felt, was just the time to indulge the white jean fetish that has been gently growing inside me for about four years. (I am not one of life’s fast learners).
The issue I have with white jeans is that they also look a little bit Euro Sloan. Or, when worn in combination with any cashmere item, a little bit Yummy Mummy. I do not pass judgement on these looks and yet, they are not the ones I aspire to. Despite this, my yearning for a pair was growing as they would, I fancied, turn me into a cool French girl in a band a la Charlotte Gainsbourg. Now that is a look I can aspire to. Please.
Well, as with so many questions, Zara was the answer. I’m in the middle of nowhere currently and the shopping opportunities are few but if I know anything I know that there’s always a Zara. So quick shopping trip done and white jeans in hand, or rather, on slightly goose pimply legs and I’m gonna tell you what I’ve learned.
Number one, go up a size. White jeans should not be skin tight. This, from a girl who lives in skinninest skinnies.
Number two, roll them up a bit. Simples, but makes all the difference.
Number three, know that you do indeed now look a little bit Euro-sloany and a little bit Yummy Mummyish and not at all really like you edit French Vogue, but stop caring. Just stop.
Walk your warm legs to the bar and get the whiskies in.
Mmmm so many things for next season here, the watch? Yes please, the brogues? Yup.
Ombre hair? Well I gotta work these roots somehow.
The flowing yet tomboyish silhouette? Love.
The purposeful stride?
Oh roll on Back To School, I’m ready for you.
Ali has the best shoes, always.
For me though, these are the best of the best.
Oh just sooo crushing on these Repetto brogues that have come in for tomorrows shoot.
…how happy a new bag can make you?
I love DMs, when I was a teenager it was all I wore. I think my mother despaired of ever getting me into anything more girlie. They seem to hold the same power now, I’m always struck by how good they look even though my personal style has moved on.
I thought these ones looked great, spotted today on the tube, a pristine pair of classic eight hole black…with tiny frilly socks.
So, having established a firm commitment to a good piece of of metallic footwear, I’d like to introduce to you a very happy vintage find. Pristine condition 80′s Bally loafers in..yes, you got it, silver. Joy is mine.
Have a lovely weekend!
Not a look for London, oh no.
This is a look, I like to think, for strolling around Florence in the sun, camera in hand, sketchbook in bag, exploring, sightseeing, stopping for a little glass of wine…
Oh, sorry, got a bit carried away there. The other great thing about this look is that it involves silver shoes, which are
hard to illustrate wonderful to wear.
All I need to find is the perfect sunhat and sunglasses. Because I’m not tanning any more, no indeed.
Top, skirt and shoes all Chloe s/s 2012