Showing posts with label Paedo Chic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paedo Chic. Show all posts

Friday, 25 November 2011

Float Your Boat

(Image via Topshop)


Should I be ashamed that I find this sweater utterly charming? I'm not sure I could carry it off with a straight face, but I do find it delightfully whimsical.

Monday, 9 May 2011

Strait-Laced


(Via Whistles)

So it is nearly here! The wedding of my lovely Kate. And while I know I should wear something I already own and save my hard-earned I obviously want to buy something new.

I was lured into Whistles by this dress yesterday. And I had such high hopes. It is pretty, a skirt shape that would work for me and an interesting colour. It is almost a bit Christopher Kane, no? And I really like the little chiffon sheer panels which make it a bit more modern.

But there were two drawbacks.

Number 1: There were two other girls trying it on saying "Oh, I'm going to a friend's wedding". And honestly if there is anything that makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention it is the prospect of wearing the same dress as someone else. You know, someone else who is there, not just someone else in the world ever. Who do I think I am? Daphne Guinness? Anyway, but as if that wouldn't be bad enough you would be wearing turguoise lace the same as someone else so it's not as though you could blend in and pretend that it wasn't really happening.

Number 2: It made me look completely insane. Like those Japanese girls who dress up like life sized dolls. It was just way too cutesy on me. I imagine with dark hair it might work better. But with my blonde and my big eyes I just looked like I was trying to regress back to childhood. And now that I am back on the look out for hot men I'm not entirely convinced that's the look that's going to reel them in.

So... long story short? I'm still looking/not looking, happily wearing something I already own... See?

Monday, 18 April 2011

Bear with Me



Uniqlo, dear Uniqlo. Why have you done a range of Care Bears t shirts? Please tell me why.



I know that it might be kitsch and cute in Japan.



But here? I don't think so. It sends a shudder down my spine. I used to have one, a bear who cares. The prospect of wearing one on a t shirt, unless I was an actual child, seriously grosses me out. As does the thought of other grown ups sporting them.


(Via Uniqlo)

And before you ask, I had grumpy bear, appropriately enough. The one at the bottom right with the rain cloud on its belly. At least it wasn't a goddamn perky bear, that would really have been too much.

Monday, 6 September 2010

I Kid You Not


(Via River Island)

I am rather enamoured of this sweater. Generally speaking this season I am quite in favour of a sweater rather than just a cardigan as I have sported in previous winters. This one has very tiny little pom poms on it. Eeeensy weensy ones. But I am also of the opinion that a grown woman should not exhibit a pom pom about her person. It just makes you look insane. Like a fifty year old woman in a babydoll. It's just a bit gross and icky and, indeed, morally dubious. But a teeny, tiny pom pom or a hundred? Can I manage to justify that to myself? And is it even worth it?

Thursday, 13 May 2010

A Whiter Shade of Pale




Darling, I know the weather isn't suggesting it particularly at the moment, but the feeling of summer is entering my blood and I suddenly have an overwhelming urge to only wear white dresses.

And run through fields with the sun glinting down, creating a glorious yellow sheen over the world, making everyone look prettier and thinner and more intelligent... you know...

But am I just going to look like a little girl?

Friday, 12 March 2010

Ours is Not to Wonder Why


I've always really loved the imagery and illustrations from Alice in Wonderland and I adore Tim B, so the combination excites me quite a lot.



But I can't say I have ever looked to Miss. In Wonderland for fashion inspiration.



Admittedly she is utterly adorable. And as a slightly more mature slip of a thing in the film than in the book it isn't quite as paedo chic as copying the style of an actual child, but I still can't say that I really get it.

But I have seen a number of articles and blogs suggesting ways to recreate the look.



Call me cynical, but isn't that just what is known as cashing in? I mean, unless you were some delightful Japanese girl rocking an extreme look in Tokyo, who would actually want to dress like that?



On another note... isn't Miss. Wasikowska's hair beyond perfect? Hmmm, maybe I need a trim...

Thursday, 11 February 2010

Heart of Darkness


(Image via Handbag.com)

I saw a girl on tv the other day wearing a similar dress to this. With a heart shaped cut out. It wasn't cute, and neither is this one.

Unless you are an actual infant, that is.