The moment I picked up this beautiful top, the fashion blogger in me knew it was destined to be in front of the camera lens. There is something almost magical about the way it’s so deceptively simple at the front, yet with the slightest lingering glance is an invitation to discover the tiny delicate masterpiece on show behind. The neckline twists a little, drawing the eyes slowly across, then behind, to the plunging drape that flows, almost cape-like, fluidly continuing beyond where the front gaze left off.
As beautiful as it is, like Mariah Carey in a beauty salon, this shirt is high maintenance. Being a delicate silk, handling with care is already a given but as a showstopper, it’s uncompromising. You don’t work it around other pieces, it’s the other way around, baby. It doesn’t like to be paired with anything loud, textured, or scraggy so put down those red vintage jeans before anybody gets hurt. It deserves more love and attention than that. And lets’ not get started on the need to abandon feminine ‘support’ because unsightly straps would totally cramp its sophisticatedly sheer street style. With so many restrictions, I’m surprised I wasn’t handed a rider with my receipt at the till.
And yet the elements that make it difficult to wear are so intrinsically tied with what makes it one of a kind in the first place. For that, I cannot hate it; in a curious way, it makes me love it more. When you finally come up with a thoughtful ensemble that works not just around but with it, there’s a satisfaction in knowing it’s not a fashion fluke.
Some clothes you can wear with everything, but it’s the ones that stand on their own feet (or in this case, tail) that will be remembered in their own right.