Aside from a hectic day at the office (many, many phonecalls) coming home to the usual overexcitable pets and relative lack of interesting food (I am going to get so fat living on my own), and an overcast day resulting in a decidedly uninspired outfit, it's been quite quiet on the fashion front.
And then Vogue came along.
Sweet, beautiful August Vogue, featuring Freja. A reason to celebrate.
It was certainly a summery cover, taking Freja's usual grungy aesthetic and replacing it with that of cute high fashion urban mom. (And yes, I said mom, not mum. She isn't that frumpy). It was a little weird. But this is Vogue. And the article about Freja, which only made me love her more, did sing the praises of her versatility.
Yes, that's it! Buy, buy, buy! Bin the prints! Throw out the ripped t-shirts! Invest in a classic coat! Buy, buy, buy!
I'm getting a little tired of this fickleness, I must admit. As soon as I get comfortable walking in skyscraper heels (and hugging my 'Freja' Alexander Wang boots) kitten heels are in. As soon as I embrace khaki, it's all about camel. The savvy buyer knows full well that half these trends will be back out and back in again in the future. And the savvy buyer has already selected the best of each season and has slotted it carefully into their already bulging wardrobe. The editors are telling us what will help us fit in this season. Lisa Armstrong, in her weekly column in The Times, wears the trends of the moment and rules out the ones that don't work for her. She sent back a pair of Houlihans because they didn't suit her. I applaud her. If even the fashion editors, employed by the industry to promote their products, can turn their back on trends that don't suit, there is hope for the rest of us. Thank you Lisa.
And also, bizarrely, thank you Vogue and Mario Testino for the feature on Kate Moss. I am a tad bored of the Moss (simply because it's time for a new face and she has the worst taste in men) but in her hayday, she was a gorgeous little thing.