Fashion

That’s it. I am done with fashion magazines. Officially. I am never buying one, or reading one … or even nonchalantly flicking through the pages of one in my dentist’s office again. Ever. Again.

Since my teens I have bought women’s fashion magazines off and on. The frequency dropped off as I got older but I would still occasionally buy one on impulse, sucked in by the glossy pages, the surreal photo of that actress I like on the cover and the promise of a few hours of mindless engagement with fashion, celebrity and perhaps even a decent article or two. 

However, every time, from the first page to the back cover, I would travel a well-worn path through the six stages of fashion magazine consumption:

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Wearing a bikini turns me into a woman I don’t want to be: neurotic, angsty and hyper-pervy of every female in sight.

I’m a shocker at ‘compare and despair’, so all those holidays when I should be enjoying a good book or contemplating a surf are, instead, spent in a ridiculous silent dialogue with myself:

“Are they looking at my thighs? She’s game to go the white; What’s that Miranda Kerr lookalike doing in Bermagui? Sod off back to Mauritius! Who’d have thought four triangles of Lycra could turn me into such a cow?”

Continue reading "Bikini rules for any old bum" »

Here we go again – time to dig out the fascinator, grab a six-pack of Bacardi Breezers and wobble off on impractically high heels to Melbourne’s Spring Racing Carnival.

At any other time of the year, the races are likely to be associated with dodgy bookies, the barbarism of jumps racing and problem gambling. Around this time, however, we start referring to it as the “sport of kings”, an elite, glamorous cultural event.

But how glamorous is it really when, for every one expensively-preened Fashions on the Field entrant, there are five young men wearing that consistently hilarious combination of tux and Aussie flag boxers? You can bet that while Lillian Frank or Peter Jago praise the young ladies present for returning to the modest and elegant trends of the 1920s, most people won’t go home without seeing at least a dozen women clutching a pair of vomit-speckled stilettos.

Continue reading "The ugly truth of spring racing" »

Something’s in the air and it’s not just a truckload of pollen. National stockpiles of Zyrtec, Tuscan Tan and ostrich feathers are all being hammered relentlessly.

The Spring Racing Carnival is upon us. Originally a celebration of the finest in equine flesh, the event has diversified into an exposition of both equine and female flesh.

Like musk sticks or anchovies, etymology either does it for you or it doesn’t. I would be happy to see the recipe for musk sticks go up in flames, but I do dig a bit of etymology.

Continue reading "Best of the breast as the Spring Carnal kicks off" »

The female bosom is rarely short of attention. High brow art. Low brow ogling. Web sites such as www.whoppin’greatboosiewahwahs.com.

While that last URL may be a tiny bit made up, we all know that the big problem with boobs is usually a surplus rather than a deficit of interest.

Which is why it’s so bizarre that it’s become so hard to find a decent bra fitter.

Continue reading "Ms Jellybonkers’ guide to backyard bra fitting" »

As the bingo wings kick in and the skin starts to thin and once-vibrant veins start to turn varicose, it’s easy to romanticise youth. When we were all beautiful and effortlessly thin and full of energy.

To muster the requisite morale to swing my creaky knees out of bed in the morning I sometimes have to remind myself that it wasn’t all spring and vim, that youth business. Being young meant being poor. Walking two miles to uni in second-hand, too-big Doc Martens with homemade Posca designs. And hoping for an entry-level position that paid marginally higher than the dole.

Not today, though, oh no. Now the trendy yoof are apparently snorting mountains of cocaine! Cocaine!

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For 10 points, to which celebrities do these children belong: Colin, Elizabeth, Chester, Truman, Lily-Rose and Jack?

Any idea? Nope. That’s because their dads, despite being two of Hollywood’s top three highest earners, have never paraded their kids as accessories to their own fame. Congrats Mr Depp and Mr Hanks. In fact, double cheers to Tom who’s just become a grandad. I trust little Olivia Jane is doing well?

Compare them to Willow Smith, Suri Cruise, Lourdes Ciccone Leon and Romeo Beckham who, thanks to some pretty intense parental showcasing, are now being heralded as style icons. You heard right – we’re now supposed to admire the dress sense of a five-year-old.

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Who said fashion can’t change the world? On this day in 1850 women’s “bloomers” made their first ever appearance at a New York fashion show. The western world’s first pants for women were long and baggy; designed to be worn under a skirt to protect a woman’s “decency”. They also allowed more freedom of movement than conservative and restrictive traditional Victorian dress. 

It’s Tuesday. What’s got your knickers in a knot? Share it here.

For a decade, my friend Sarah and I acted as mutual wardrobe mistresses. Every six months, I’d park myself on her bedroom floor and drink tea as she went through each item in her closet. Six months later, she’d come to mine and do the same.

It was ruthless. “If you want a vanilla life, wear vanilla clothes,” she’d tut, discarding my sensible Gap T-shirts and raising an eyebrow at the leather skirt I clung to for years despite it only fitting for one night, post-gastro and mid-love affair. In return, I’d note when her penchant for vintage lapsed from funky and charming to smelly old dead person.

One thing we never said was: “Hon, don’t you think you have enough clothes?” Why? Because we didn’t.

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I’m now the owner of a designer handbag and I’m not sure I want to keep it. The story of how I got it isn’t one I’m proud of - let’s just say the story of how I got it involves a garage sale, a tussle with a Russian septuagenarian and a fistful of notes. (Elbows people, use your elbows). 

The point is, I now have a rather nice brown leather bag which, new, would have cost about the same as the GDP of Burundi - and I’ve discovered a whole new world.

I now get admiring nods from strangers and comments from friends about my new purchase. I come across women with similar designer bags slung over their shoulders and they nod and smile at me, like we’re members of a select group who think it’s perfectly reasonable to spend a four- figure sum on what is essentially a very nice calfskin thing to keep your Travel Tens, old Biros and the occasional pair of knickers in.

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“No fat chicks” is not just a Homer Simpson-esque T-shirt slogan. It’s also the bottom line of the fashion industry. And when I use the word “bottom” here, I’m not referring to a voluptuously padded Venus of Willendorf derriere but one of those pointy Paris Hilton numbers that look like they could deliver a nasty needle-stick injury.

Cast an eye over shots from the big 2011 couture shows and you’ll see scores of emaciated young women limping down the runways with flesh-less knees, stringy necks and rib cages that make ET the extraterrestrial look like a fatty boomsticks.

These human coat hangers are held up as exemplars of feminine beauty yet are eerily reminiscent of Sidney Nolan’s infamous photos of dead-but-alive-looking cow and horse carcasses from drought-stricken Queensland during the 1950s.

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Sitting on my desk is a picture of a fox wearing a green jacket and pink tie. Thanks to a childhood immersed in Beatrix Potter, I’m enchanted by anthropomorphised animals (and smarty-pants words, it seems) but, mostly, I love my fox because he made me laugh.

You see, I ordered him online and he arrived this morning wrapped in recycled paper. “Hi, Angela,” said the note that came with him. “You smell nice and your hair looks great today.”

With service like that, what’s not to love about internet shopping? Plus, you do it in your pyjamas, and it’s delivered right to your door.

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Wearing tights as pants is the fashion for women as the winter months approach. Tights should never be used as substitutes for pants. It is not a flattering look.

Whenever a female appears wearing tights or leggings as pants this topic is discussed robustly within families and workplaces all over Australia. 

The website tightsarenotpants.com has gone as far as publishing a manifesto against tights worn as pants and even offers copyright-free templates of a logo and stickers to be used as protest material. Editor’s note: Aussie readers would be more familiar with the term “leggings” instead of tights. “Jeggings” presumably come under the same category.

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Queensland retailers are revolting. Well, they’re fighting back against the trend of people who enter their shops, try on their stuff and then leave without buying it.

What shoppers are doing is sizing it so they can buy it online.

As an online shopper, I take a lot of risks with my purchases. Ask anyone I know if they’ve been given something I’ve bought online because it was too small or too big.

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Zara is here, as this video of somewhat hysterical shoppers in Sydney today shows. Whether you’re hysterical, trepidatious or completely ignorant, there is little doubt the arrival of Spanish clothing Zara is about to alter the fabric of our style landscape.

Here’s the low-down: Catering to men, women and children, Zara produces, on average, 11,000 distinct items of clothing distributed in 70 countries each year. As the flagship brand of the Inditex group, Zara and its sibling brands boast 5,004 stores with a global turnover of $12.5 billion. Heck, even that sartorial hotspot Kazakhstan now boasts its own Zara outlet.

But, what really marks Zara as an oddity, a stunningly successful oddity, in the clothing world is the way the brand has dramatically shortened the fashion life cycle. Zara’s commercial dexterity to mimic runway fashion and emerging street trends is largely unparalleled, meaning, new looks can make their way from the sketchpad to store shelves in two weeks flat.

Continue reading "Zara’s fast fashion is as unhealthy as fast food" »

It’s advisable to never get in the way of a woman’s love for fashion and accessories. But now it seems, in the US, you could pay the price by getting your head blown off.

With an 83 per cent increase in women buying firearms in the States, a need to add sparkle, glamour and a supposed feminine touch to a deadly weapon has also arisen. Handguns donning a pink mother-of-pearl grip, Swarovski crystals or Hello Kitty designs are providing colourful options for the gun-toting fashionista.

While a Mail article is quick to blame celebrities such as Rihanna for glamorising guns with her neck tattoo, and heck - while we’re at it - let’s blame Paris Hilton for originally jazzing up a perfectly fine mobile phone to resemble a disco ball. But this latest trend actually exemplifies the core at the gun problem in the States – weapons intended to kill have become accessories.

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Many of us wouldn’t recognise old Hollywood anymore but when Elizabeth Taylor made her acting debut in the early 1940s, the glamour and glitz was going full pelt.

Impossibly beautiful women and ridiculously handsome men were gadding about, making movies in exotic locations and being chauffeured to cocktail parties.

Smoking long cigarettes and wearing elbow-length gloves, they’d swan around swimming pools in Christian Dior evening dress; the kind of life any ordinary person could only ever dream about.

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So, my twelve-year-old has been in high school for, like, five minutes and everything is, like, a simile and a question?  Even stuff that’s, like, a metaphor or a statement is, like, a simile with a question mark?  It’s, like, driving me insane?

She bamboozled her grandparents into buying her first ever copy of Dolly mag, as a reward for not, like, being a DQ during the cervical cancer vaccination at school? 

Alas, it’s an excuse - and a vaccine - that wasn’t available to me when the same crowd refused to purchase said mag back in the 80s, except for the time when a girl in my class was, like, on the cover.

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So the carbon tax is proving a little challenging for the PM - but on the upside, March is looking to be a great month in the style stakes.

Have you noticed yet? Well, take this test.

Here’s a picture of Julia Gillard (during the Queensland floods) wearing what could best be described as a lounge cushion.

Continue reading "Gillard’s new ETS: Elegant, Tailored, Stylish" »

Follow The Punch’s updates of triumphs and faux pas from the Oscars red carpet with our stellar fashion correspondent Nedahl Stelio throughout the afternoon.

MOST UN-BLACK SWAN LIKE: MILA KUNIS

It’s more than that, it’s positively pretty. All lacey and lilac-y and girly and flowy, Mila, who not only managed to hold her own with Natalie Portman in the film, proves that she ain’t bad in the style stakes either.

For her very first Oscars, this is stellar choice. It says, “I’ve made it, kind of, but I’m not going to be flashy about it. I’m keepin’ it real.”

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Damn that Claudia Schiffer. There I was, happily shimmying along in my J Brand “Houlihan” skinny cargos (which must be the most comfortable pants on the planet) and out she steps in a pair of flares.It’s not the first time.

She’s been doing the German-glamazon-meets-’70s-knitting-pattern for a few months now, but you know she’s nailed it when she makes even Elle Macpherson look dated.

There they were, at the school drop-off – which is the ultimate sartorial contest for British mothers (thank goodness it hasn’t hit our Havaiana-clad shores) – and sorry, Elle, but Claudia’s kick-flare and plaited leather belt combo had your skinny jeans looking so 2009.

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French fashion doyenne, Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel died today in 1971 at her home in Paris.

Welcome to Monday at The Punch. What’s on your mind?

Last week’s news of the death of anti-anorexia billboard model, Isabelle Caro, came one day after I gobbled Portia de Rossi’s graphic memoir about her battle with anorexia in almost one sitting. 

An Unbearable Lightness intrigued and terrified me.  De Rossi’s obsessive calorie counting, exhaustive exercise and waifish results seemed strangely juxtaposed with the delicious gluttony I’d experienced over Christmas - nine weeks after the birth of my third child – weighing my heaviest.

Female body image is a complex beast. It wrestles at some point with most of us - regardless of the skin we’re in. 

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There were loads of good things about 2010. But for some reason, we can’t remember many of them now. Neither can Newsweek. They’ve listed their top 13 here, and it included Bieber’s hair, Vuvuzelas and skinny leg jeans.

That got us thinking: what got up our noses this year? Here’s our top 10. Add yours below.

1.  The Federal election
Got a spare week? Then maybe Rob Oakeshott can explain what happened.

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Meet 33 year old Swiss native Yvan Rodic. 

He’s the brains and discerning eye behind fashion street blog, Face Hunter and he’s been trotting around the world taking pictures of hip looking people since about 2006.

Surprisingly, he thinks Australians aren’t that bad when it comes to getting dressed, even Aussie men. But here’s the really big shock…

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Occasional exposure to Beauty and the Geek has highlighted a few things to me. One is that there’s no level that some people won’t stoop to to get on television.

Two is that there is maybe no such thing as a ‘bottom floor’ in reality programming. Thirdly and most importantly, it’s time society took a look at how it’s defining a ‘fashion victim’.

I myself, believe it or not, can fall into the socially defined fashion victim category. While I may look thoughtfully scruffy, that’s mostly because my new wife has carefully trained me that way.

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I’m not sure what we called “body image” as an issue before it was called “body image.”

It’s certainly not a new thing. When I was a teenager it was everywhere, we just didn’t have a name for it, so I don’t think we thought of it as an “issue”, just part of being an adolescent.

Now it’s not just an issue, it’s the biggest issue, according to the latest Mission Australia national Survey of Young Australians. Asked to rank a whole list of issues of personal concern, 31.1 per cent of the 50,240 people aged 11 to 24 years named body image a “major concern”. In the 20-24-year-old cohort the figure was 40.3 per cent.

Continue reading "Which comes first, a problem or its definition" »

It’s that time of the year again..Spring Racing, a time when any retailer can bump up their collections by 30% and still see them walk out the door, a time when putting multi coloured feathers and novelty oversized hats on suddenly becomes acceptable and a spray tan fog mist fills the air.

The Spring Racing carnival gives us females the opportunity to stand around in 14 inch heels from dusk to dawn..providing that is that one is included in some form of ‘pre- races champagne breakfast’, which although may seem like a brilliant idea in the morning, may not work to your benefit by 3pm.

A day at the track can be enjoyable, however, it can also be an horrific ordeal ending in blisters, smudged mascara and crusts of what was your lunch smeared on your cheek.

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With the average size of Australians increasing, there is continuous call for runways to incorporate “real” body types.

With plus sized models now being included in some fashion shows it seems that things are beginning to change.

However there still remains one group completely forgotten by the fashion industry and it’s time to give them a voice.

Continue reading "The short end of the fashion stick" »

Wake up. Snooze, sleep. Repeat 3 times (may vary). Get out of bed. Wash (optional). Breakfast (optional). Coffee (necessary).

Take ironed shirt from night before, tuck into pants. Place belt around said pants. Get tie fitting right, add shoes, hair and makeup (optional).

Wallet, keys, iPhone/Blackberry/mp3 player and out the door.

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Last week a woman fainted during a speech former President Bill Clinton was giving for a Democratic senate candidate in West Virginia. Clinton immediately demonstrated exactly why women still see him as the most rockstar-charming world leader in living memory. “I’m going to save her reputation,” he drawled as the woman was led away, his honeyed southern vowels slow and sweet like January molasses. “It was the sun and not me that made her faint.” Such a dude.

It’s no secret that power is sexy. Add a little Tabasco-splash of Arkansan charm (Clinton), a sprinkle of George Clooney salt-n-pepper (Prime Minister Jens Stoltenberg of Norway) or some smouldering Latina sizzle (President Cristina Fernández de Kirchner of Argentina) and you got yourself a recipe for hot that no ordinary civilian can match. 

But there are a few world leaders that don’t fit the obvious parameters of sexy – yet are.

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Just when you think mainstream culture couldn’t get any shallower along comes the hipster.

No, I don’t mean the hipster sub-culture that beat writers like Jack Kerouac identified with in the 50s or low riding jeans most of us shouldn’t wear, I’m talking about the new breed of inner city trendy taking over small bars, laneways and cafe\bookstores everywhere.

Somehow draping yourself in ridiculous clothes and capering around while being deliberately ironic has become highly desirable for thousands of twenty and thirty somethings.

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I have a sorry number of gorgeous, accomplished thirty-something girlfriends who no longer “do” swimming in public.

The backyard pool of a very close friend (preferably one who’s no oil painting) is a maybe, but only on a very hot day, with lots of encouragement and a glass of champagne.

It’s sad.  Swimming is one of life’s great pleasures. But somewhere between the ages of 0 and 40 we have this tendency to morph from beach-loving babes to ladies (mothers in many cases) who feel totally inadequate about our imperfect bodies. As for swimsuit shopping, mention it at your peril.

Continue reading "The real life rules for buying a swimsuit" »

The Melbourne Spring Fashion Festival is now in full swing.  In a few days it will coincide with the start of the National Body Image and Eating Disorder Awareness week.

The fashion industry has always come under fire for its use of super-skinny models, raising issues about healthy body images.  In Australia, 45 per cent of women and 23 per cent of men in a healthy weight range believe they are overweight.  Being in a healthy weight range doesn’t make your image perception healthy.

But this argument isn’t new.  And overtime little has been done to correct these issues.  We have heard the calls to ban skinny models from the world’s fashion runways, but they are still walking down the catwalk.

Continue reading "Body image crusaders must avoid normalising obesity" »

Last week a woman stood ahead of me in a queue dressed in acid-wash stirrup pants, high-top sneakers, a yellow sweatshirt and a bleached blonde crop with black roots. I looked at her. And I looked at her again.  And I’ll be damned if I could tell you whether she was a 20-year-old working some serious 1980s revivalism or a 40-year-old clinging to the look from the first time round.

That’s the thing about 1980s style. It’s fashion’s great leveller. It makes absolutely everyone look middle-aged. 

It’s quite a feat. It’s like the entire decade was manufactured by a special effects department. Take one fresh-faced 20-year-old. Add a boxy jacket, a button-front linen skirt, a short fluffy perm, mid-rise heels and sheer stockings and voila! A 45-year-old maths teacher.

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I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but Mad Men’s Christina Hendricks has extraordinarily large breasts. Really. Have a good look below and see if you can spot them.

What’s fascinating isn’t so much the breasts themselves – although I defy anyone of any sexual persuasion not to find them mesmerising - but the fact that they’ve been permitted to flourish on mainstream television. In recent years, breasts like these have required a password and credit card before you’d get to see them in action.

Breasts. Bosoms. Tits. Boobs. Jugs. Rack. The names may dip in and out of both fashion and taste, but you’d expect the popularity of the appendages themselves would remain more or less constant. Not so.

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Most OTT: January Jones

Look, I applaud her for going there. She really experiments and most likely wants us to know she’s not the inspid, vacant, pretty doll character she plays on Mad Men. She’s really driving that point home here, ‘cause holier-than-thou Betty Draper wouldn’t be caught dead in this! I’m not saying I like it. Far from it. It’s too blue, too shiny, too short in the front and too long in the back, not to mention those pointy bosoms, where did they come from and WHY?  And try as I might, I can’t figure out WTF the dress is made of. Is it furry fabric? Does she think dressing like a descendant of the Cookie Monster is hot? The mind boggles. But I understand where she’s coming from. ‘Cause sure, Betty Draper looks beautiful and dresses amazingly, but I wouldn’t want to be known around Hollywood as the dumb blonde either, that’s a stereotype I’m sure would be often labelled on beautiful actresses. So January Jones is setting herself apart, and I say, let her.

Continue reading "Emmys red carpet verdict" »

For those of you with dirty minds or obsessed with margins, you might want to skip to the next article, I want to talk about women’s clothing.

If you are a woman, and you have done a shopping day anywhere in Australia, you will know what I’m talking about. Size matters.

As a size 12 (you may be a size 6, 8, 10, 14, 16), when I try on a garment which says it is ‘size 12’ (or in your case size 6, 8, 10, 14, 16) I don’t expect to see gaping sides or splitting seams. I expect to see a garment which may suit me or not and that would depend on neckline, hemline and/or if it’s cut on the bias or with the grain.

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To me it will always be just a little bit Charlene from Neighbours… but in case you haven’t heard, double denim is back, baby - yeah!

‘’Double denim’’, of course being the good old denim shirt/ jacket with denim jeans/shorts combo of the ‘80s and ‘90s.  AKA ‘’the denim suit’’.

And you can even feel free to team it with white sneakers a la Jerry Seinfeld in the mid 1990s.  Reeboks perhaps, for a really authentic ‘’vintage’’ look.

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It’s bloody cold and often wet by 11pm on a Saturday night in the eastern states at the moment. 

Having walked down Rundle St, Adelaide and South Bank, Melbourne at this hour in the past couple of weeks, I have one burning question: “Why are all the pretty young girls freezing their bits off?”

Seriously, jackets seem to be very much out of style on four degree nights right now – and short, sleeveless, bare skin is in, both in and out of the pubs and clubs. It’s enough to make a past-it, pregnant, thirty-something like me feel slightly hypothermic.

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A funny thing happens when the men in my South Australian office travel interstate:  the first thing they do is remove their ties.

Adelaide men, you see, still wear ties to work.

Apparently their counterparts in the Eastern states do not (at least in the media industry). A colleague who’s been visiting Sydney and Melbourne a lot of late says open neck shirts are the go.

Continue reading "The ties that bind no longer" »

Not meaning to sound like a perve, but this but there’s fair bit of VPL (visible panty line), saddle bags (hip fat) and camel toe (surely I don’t need to explain that one) on show this season.

Leggings, worn badly, are to blame.

They’re in my local supermarket where women have just “popped” (in all sorts of manners) out for a few supplies. They’re in my local cafes and gym. And weirdest of all, they’re in my local CBD at peak hour (Bum crack for the office. Who would have thought?)

Continue reading "Leggings as pants: when total cover reveals too much" »

Next week is Hair Expo. The very best stylists in the land will gather in Sydney to show off their talents.

There is no more defining characteristic than hair. It is both unique to the person yet capable of dramatic change. What we do with our hair is an expression of our personality.

Yet the pinnacle of hair expression lies not with people but with poodles. The poodle coat has become a canvass for the most artistic of canine coiffeurs. With a pom-pom on the tail and an afro on the head a non-descript mutt can be transformed into the elegant high society hound.

Continue reading "If clothes maketh the man then hair maketh the poodle" »

YOU would be forgiven for thinking you had front row seats at a Paris fashion runway rather than courtside at this year’s French Open.

The tennis couture displayed by the women has left nothing to the imagination and left fans to ask the question ``Why?’’

Has women’s tennis become so boring that the players feel they have to wear provocative costumes or eye catching—and just plain wrong—outfits to get attention?

Continue reading "No butts about it, Venus is in her own orbit" »

The rules of the winter wardrobe are vastly different from summer dressing conventions in that they involve significantly more clothes - garments that the prohibitive heat of the summer months make unthinkable become indispensable through June and August.

This makes winter dressing both a unique pleasure and a minefield. Here are some guidelines on not making a fool of yourself this winter.

1. Leather jackets: Much like the Roll Neck (see below), leather jackets only very rarely work well. More often than not they are tricked up with embellishments to make the wearer look like an extra from The Fast and The Furious Tokyo Drift.  Yes the girls are hot in that film (It was a long plane ride and I am a light sleeper) but the guys are knobs, which is what you will be in your new leather jacket.

Continue reading "Men’s winter style rules (or, how not to look like a tool)" »

So the 15th edition of Rosemount Australian Fashion Week has ponywalked off into the sunset. So too, the event’s founder Simon Lock. What should have been one big knees-up, however, wound up feeling more like a wake for the outgoing IMG Fashion Asia Pacific managing director.

Five years after Lock sold Australia’s most high profile fashion event to the New York-based sports/lifestyle marketing powerhouse IMG and stayed on to helm the company’s regional fashion activities, apparently things haven’t gone so well. As New Zealand magazine editor Marian Simms quipped last week – only to have the phrase transformed into a Twitter hashtag meme, by Lock’s wife Lorraine - #itsalldanhillfromhere – Dan Hill being IMG Fashion’s Asia Pacific general manager.

Then in February this year, eight months before his contract was due to expire, IMG suddenly announced that Lock would be leaving the company. In the interim, reports have surfaced of tensions between Lock and IMG.

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I love the Logies. Not for the Awards of course. Like most women, I live for the red carpet arrivals at these events. Who’s wearing what, who’s hot, who’s not.

The Logies, more so than any other event in the world, is bound to have the most interesting outfits, purely because the concept of employing a personal stylist hasn’t yet taken off with our celebrities. And that is a fashion blogger’s paradise.

MOST LIKELY TO BE AUDITIONING FOR A SHIRLEY TEMPLE MOVIE: BRYNNE GORDON

Continue reading "The Logies 2010: Best and Worst Dressed" »

Oooh la la. French women might not get fat, but they’re happy to hold up a very curvy woman as the apogee of style.

Pick up a copy of the current issue of French Elle and you’ll find American plus-size model Tara Lynn seductively pouting in a white jumpsuit on the front. Inside, 20 pages are prominently devoted to Lynn, who is a size 16, modelling things like blue chunky knitted capes while causally pretending to ride a bike - your standard fashion fare.

For some, this is just another example of what the New York Times has dubbed “the triumph of the size 12s “, that is, a backlash against the prevailing dictate of exclusively employing the skeletally thin girls previously favoured by designers and editors.

Continue reading "Turning thin fashion chic on its emaciated derriere" »

The Victorian Police Force are getting a new uniform so they “look tougher” on the street. It seems the light-blue uniform isn’t scary enough and … I’m not sure exactly, do people stand pointing and laughing? Whatever the case, a new uniform is currently being designed to revamp their image. From Good Cop to Bad Ass.

Riiiiiiight. Just like rappers knock their teeth out and insert gold replacements to show their hardcore wealth, or the way bikies intimidate with leather jackets and tattoos.

I get it.  It’s no secret that the way you dress influences what people think of you, but really, the coppers?

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The fashion world was abuzz as word spread we were going to see rather buxom models in the Prada show (one of the most influential shows in the entire fashion spectrum) during Milan Fashion Week and really solidify the trend that bums were back, hips were big, curvy bodies were the next big thing.

So the fashion press waited with baited breath to see what dizzying beauties Miuccia Prada had flown in to prove to the world that she was all for promoting voluptuous women.

Who came down the catwalk? Victoria’s Secret models. You know, the ones with the ridiculously tiny thin bodies who also happened to be blessed with a B-cup (‘cause on a superslim body, a B-cup can look quite large. Most models have zero in the breast department.

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Congratulations Haley Bracken, you’ve made it. You’ve gone to a sporting awards night basically topless and now your photo is in all the papers. Your parents must be so proud.

What next? Attending the 2011 Allan Border medal with no pants on?

Someone needs to explain to me the point of this race to the bottom of the scrap fabric bin that we’re exposed to twice a year: once at cricket’s “night of nights” and then at the other end of the year at AFL’s Brownlows.

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It’s a sad sad day in fashion. One of the most brilliant designers of our time, Alexander McQueen has committed suicide and left behind a style world in mourning. For those of you who aren’t in fashion, this probably doesn’t mean a lot. Big deal, another poncy designer bites the dust.

But this is a big deal. It reminds me of when Gianni Versace was killed, though I was probably too young to be sad then. This time round, when one of the greats is and it has left an empty hole on the catwalk.

See, there aren’t many greats in the fashion world. That’s why they’re revered. Sure, there are lots of people who call themselves designers, but as Kate Moss said recently, rebuffing the remark that she was a designer to UK Harper’s Bazaar journalist Glenn O’Brien: “Um . . . I’m not really a fashion designer, I just love clothes. I’ve never been to design school. I can’t sketch. I can’t cut patterns and things. I can shorten things. I can make a dress out of a scarf.”

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Talk about a grand marketing plan!

Last weekend, Love magazine, run by former Pop! Magazine Editor (and fashion industry icon) Katie Grand, started releasing their Issue #3 covers. The nude shots of Lara Stone, Kristen McMenamy, Daria Werbowy and Jeneil Williams were let loose on the internet, and didn’t the bloggers have a field day.

I blogged about it. I got emails from friends to blog about it. I saw it on at least three other websites all marvelling over how we were getting to see these girls practically in their birthday suits. Fashion blogging land was in an excitable hoo hah. Naked supermodel? You’ve got to be kidding me! I’ve never seen that before.

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The Punch’s fashion queen and all-round style guru Nedahl Stelio made a shocking announcement this morning. 

The clog she tweeted is making a comeback.

That’s right ‘clog’. That funny looking shoe made with open backs and closed toes.

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The first thing that came to mind on seeing pictures of Apple boss Steve Jobs with his new iPad device this morning was Trigger Happy TV, the British skit show whose signature sketch involved the star taking hysterically loud phone calls at inappropriate times on a three-foot telephone.

“Hello?” he’d suddenly shout in a full cinema, brandishing the prop. “No, I’m at a movie. It’s rubbish.”

Let’s not kid ourselves. The iPad is a laptop computer that doesn’t fold. But its appeal – or potential – lies in the content you’ll be able to access from it at a touch, once you hand over your $560 for the basic model when it ships worldwide two months from now.

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Gosh, I wish Lady GaGa had gone to the Golden Globes, then at least there would have been something to look at.

The red-carpet at this year’s ceremony was beige, botoxed and booooring. Now, I love a fabulous couture frock more than most. Tulle, corsets and vintage diamonds are enough to make me swoon but after a decade of vanilla, almost earnest choices in award-show dressing, I’m nostalgic for some of the fashion mavericks of old.

Who can forget Bjork wearing a taxidermied swan as a dress? Or Celine Dion in a white tuxedo worn backwards. With a hat. Demi Moore in a bedspread complete with built-in bike shorts.

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Handbags. They can do a lot for us girls.

Big, small, clutch, tote, sleek, patent leather, tasselled and bedazzled. If you can dream it up, you can probably find it and you’ll probably enjoy the experience.

And while never as coveted as a great pair of shoes, handbags come a close second in the ever-expanding bevy of things considered essential to being ‘us’.

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“Shoes make me happy. I’m superficial. Whatever.”

I pass this sign, plastered in the window of a cheap shoe store in Bondi, at least once a week.

Whether it’s meant to be funny or represent the views of its customers, I’m not sure. But the marketing manager behind this cringe-worthy sign has tapped into a solid gold business concept: selling ignorance.

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Yes, there have been some corkers in the fashion world this past ten years – thigh high rubber boots usually worn to wade in alligator-infested swamps anyone? – but there have also been some winners. Pieces that women have been thankful to add on high rotation in their wardrobe. Here’s a round up of the best and worst trends of the decade.

WORST

The 80’s revival
Those who are old enough to have gone through it once are also old enough to remember how horrifically unfashionable the 80’s were. All you have to do is look at Sarah-Jessica Parker then, and Sarah-Jessica Parker now to know that the 80’s should not be revisted.

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Enough with Tiger’s mistresses and their predictable push-up bras and mini skirts. Give me Mrs Woods!

While others have been marvelling at The Big T’s ability to juggle so many, many, many extra marital affairs, I’ve been sweating on what Elin is going to wear at her first public appearance.

After all, it’s The Wife’s post-scandal outfit that sets the post-scandal agenda. It lets the world know exactly what kind of woman she is. Wants to be. Will be. At least in the press.

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When did everyone suddenly get tattoos? And marginally more sinister, why do I want some? I’m in my early forties, married with three children, and suddenly I have a yearning for three hours worth of ink-work on my upper arms. What gives?

Maybe I’ve watched too much rugby league. Perhaps it was being surprised at what nice lads those brothers from Good Charlotte were on their recent visit (and they’re covered in the stuff). Or maybe the constraints of my fortysomething life have lead me to believe that defiling myself would be some sort of rebellious act. Whatever the catalyst, I’ve had a paradigm shift in my view on tattoos. In particular with reference to whether they should appear on my body somewhere. 
I grew up in England in the working class, naval City of Portsmouth, where tattoo parlours were plentiful and usually sheltered menacingly under railway arches; their windows covered in wire mesh.

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So - members of the sporting community think its sacrilege for women to swan about in fashionable attire as horses race in the background (for in the background they most definitely are), do they? Well, I for one, think it’s cool.

Australia is a sporting nation but with almost every other sport, women get cast aside -  shunted to a cheerleader’s outfit or a cold seat on the sidelines. But with the races, we practically have complete run of the place.

Spring Carnival! Fashions on the Field!  Lawn parties! Make-up tents! Champagne! Vegetarian pies! Could it be any more female oriented?

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The spring racing carnival has been hijacked by fashonistas. And a motley assortment of B-listers, C-listers, gibberers, attention-seekers, hangers-on, creeps, drunks, wankers and wannabes.

I’ve never seen the fawning fashion media interrupt a Collete Dinnigan catwalk show to report the result of the fifth from Flemington. Why, then, should a racing carnival as short as an English summer share airtime with the frou-frou set?

When Jean Shrimpton shocked conservative Melbourne with her mini skirt in 1965 (the year Bart Cummings won his first Cup), fair enough. That, at least, was something approaching a real story.

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This is pop star Miley Cyrus’s little sister Noah at a Halloween party last weekend. It’s not the first time little Noah has been sent out on the red carpet in an outfit that is, ahem, a little old for her.

And not surprisingly it drew a pretty quick knee-jerk response from commentators right around the world. OUTRAGE! But is it really that bad?

The Punch decided to ask the people at the coal face of the battle against the growing sexualistion of children, mothers with young daughters, what an image like this did to their efforts to stop their little girls growing up too fast.

Don’t miss our body image special on The Punch tomorrow morning. You won’t believe your eyes.

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Yesterday on The Punch, Tory argued that Karl Lagerfeld’s rather out there recent comments were right - “sort of”.

The gist of Karl nobody-wants-to-see-a-round-woman Lagerfeld’s contribution was that the fashion world was all about fantasy so it shouldn’t be criticised if it chooses to use only skinny models with protruding bones on their catwalks, or photos that are digitally altered to make a models’ waist the size of her neck. It’s all fantasy, silly. What’s the harm?

Tory’s semi-agreement seemed rather more based on personal preference and a dislike of a recent magazine’s choice of “plus size” models.

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Fashion icon Karl Lagerfeld was off the mark when he said only “fat mummies” object to skinny models on the catwalk, but his point about the growing pressure to put “real” women in magazines and fashion shows wasn’t so crazy.

Ladies if you want to look at a “real” woman, stand in front of the bathroom mirror, then ask yourself “do I belong on the pages of a fashion magazine?” I’d hazard a guess the answer is “No!”

That doesn’t mean you’re not gorgeous, beautiful, very sexy even. It just means that on the odd occasion we fork out $10 for a glossy, if we’re stuck looking at people just like us we’ve done our dough.

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Remember Buck Rogers and the 25th Century, where the women all wore space age silver outfits and zipped around in metallic all-in-ones with sharp shoulders, bubbles on hips and weird shoe contraptions?

Well it appears the 25th century has come early, and I’m not entirely sure I’m happy about it.

It started last year with Balmain and The Shoulder, as it’s now referred to in fashion circles, which became an accessory all on its own. The Balmain jacket which featured The Shoulder, cost over $11,000 sold out in one week.

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Editor’s note: Patrick Johnson is an Australian tailor and features in the 10th birthday edition of GQ magazine, which went on sale this week.

Top 10 suit crimes

1. Eyewear
Avoid wearing sports sunglasses with a suit. It doesn’t make you look like a blues brother, it makes you look like a PE teacher at a wedding.

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Here we go again, another sob story for the saddest, loneliest woman who ever lived. Ugh. I’m sick of Jennifer Aniston being crucified by every glossip mag on the planet for her “not-good-enough” love life. Not good enough for who?

Just imagine that every time a story appeared about you or your work, your ex and his new wife were also mentioned, as though you’re inextricably attached and can never hope to move on with the amount of horrendous diatribe spouting about him, and her, and you.

You’re not involved anymore – doesn’t anyone get it?

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There was so much fanfare when The September Issue first came out, with everyone caught up in the hype of “Anna, the Ice Queen” and “Anna, the Bitch” and “Anna, the Hardcore Alien” it was hard to assess the movie objectively because as usual, all the hype pointed in one direction. I, for one, definitely wanted to see it for the sole reason of judging what Anna was actually like in, you know, almost-real-life.

I wanted to see her cut-throat ways and watch her spiking staff with her whiplash tongue first hand. I wanted the camera to be in an elevator when Anna stepped in and watch the look of fear on the faces of those cowering out of her way.

This is the Anna I was expecting. Like Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada. Someone vicious and uncaring and completely insensitive of other people’s feelings.

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In the September 2009 issue of US Harper’s BAZAAR, an interview appeared with Karl Lagerfeld, creative director of the Chanel fashion house, answering interview questions in the persona of legendary designer Coco Chanel.

When asked the question “Your clothing liberated women in the 1920s. Are you still a feminist?” Lagerfield ‘channeling’ Coco said “I was never a feminist because I was never ugly enough for that.”

But why is it that feminism and fashion seem to be mutually exclusive?

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Before indulging in a teeny-weeny bit of sympathy for celebrities whose private lives are flayed open for the public to feast on, spare a thought for what global leaders and their spouses have to endure.

If it’s not the Italian stallion, Silvio Berlusconi having flings with escorts, or holding frivolous parties, prompting calls he should be put out to pasture (from everyone and everywhere but his actual Italian constituents), or Vladamir Putin rising out the water, James Bond-esque, in budgie smugglers and with a well-toned body that defies his age, making world headlines, then it’s what the partners of these leaders are wearing.

In fact, when it comes to powerful women and/or the female spouses of Presidents and Prime Ministers, the fashion police are criminally biased.

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Oh the horror. If I could have slapped myself across the chops without it hurting, I would. Lord knows I deserved to.

Instead, I slammed the wardrobe doors in disgust, sat down on the bed littered with shoes, dresses, bags, belts and other crap I don’t need, and had a long, hard think about where it all went wrong – how I had found myself in a global economic crisis with what could have been a year off my mortgage in bits of fabric and leather tat.

I had not always been a label queen, nor had I ever aspired to be. As a young cadet journalist on newspapers, designer clothes were never a consideration or a possibility – not if I wanted to actually eat regularly.

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It’s that time of year, isn’t it? When the intention to eat healthily just doesn’t result in the same. Puritanical thoughts of eating only soup for dinner somehow morph into soup plus half a loaf of buttery toast. Steamed fish and vegies ends up as steak with cheesy potato bake.

A roast with all the trimmings is a regular occurrence and apple crumble is, somehow, always okay. Yes, the winter weather is dictating my diet and I have no choice, do I? It’s rather impossible not to put on the “winter two”. Or three, or four.

And as we reach August, this means I’m stuck wearing what fits. One, my fat jeans, or two, my leggings - marvellous creations with lots of stretch. But of course, I’m sick of both. (See boys, when we say “I don’t have anything to wear”, we often mean “I can’t fit into anything in my wardrobe”). I’m afraid that looking great in winter is only achievable if you’re Gwyneth Paltrow. Aka, Wonder Woman.

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So, British tourist hot-spot Alton Towers has put the kybosh on budgie-smugglers. Well done the Poms, I say.

The reason behind the ban on Speedo’s and ‘other tight swimwear’, the fun park says, is to ‘prevent embarrassment among fellow members of the public and to maintain the family friendly atmosphere of the resort’.

This being so, I can’t think of a more apt time to call on the Rudd government to roll-out a similar kind of initiative.

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Who dresses their age anymore? A question on my fashion website last week…

“Dear Nedahl, I was just looking at Kylie in a mini. Is the mini appropriate for all women over 40 or only those who are pop stars/actors? As a 41 year old I’ve been wondering about this for a while. Christina.”

Personally, I think the whole issue of dressing age appropriately is past its use by date, but I’m sure others disagree. With a phrase like mutton dressed as lamb part of everyday vernacular, and a quick google search revealing a click through that said “see Gretel Killeen from Australia’s Big Brother” as their example, it’s fairly clear that people still believe in dressing for one’s age.

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So Fat-shionistas (their word, not mine) have come together for the launch of Full Figured Fashion Week in New York, and larger women all over Manhattan are excitedly gathering in anticipation of clothing that is actually on trend and made in big-girl-friendly sizes.

It seems too good to be true after the recent too-small-clothing debate, with UK Vogue Editor Alexandra Shulman calling for designers to up their sample sizes.

Five years in the making, the event organizer Gwen De Voe is hoping to get the attention of fashion designers globally.

“The main objective is to show the consumers and buyers that there are other designers out there.”

She’s expecting 1500 people to attend including retail buyers and plus sized customers all looking for a solution to their what to wear dilemmas.

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Is the GFC turning out to be as good for you as it is for me?

Save for any poor souls who invested with a bloke named Bernie or used to turn up for work at Macquarie every day, the GFC is a gift horse we are looking plum in the mouth.

For one thing, the GFC, with one elegant swoop, does away with the pretense of sociability or politeness or even basic hygiene.

The GFC has undone years, decades, of social mores and replaced it with a brave new world, one where we now have the perfect cover to embrace that indolent, indulgent, trackpants-clad life we have always yearned for.

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Nothing screams erectile dysfunction as loudly as a diamond encrusted Rolex.

In my vast experience of travelling the globe, participating in royal activities, grand soirees, and through my exposure to the well heeled, I have come to the conclusion that it takes a certain type of man to sport a watch the value of which would feed several villages in the Sudan for years. As well, one would perhaps think that in light of the Global Financial Cock-up, those with fat wallets pillaged from haemorrhaging shareholders would catch on that discretion is the better part of valour – or at least, prudent during our Bernie Madoff days.

But these men are of a sad, and certain age, needy of ego and (I suspect) with erections propped up by Viagra and carbon based stones. Some have emerged from communist China with newly found capitalist bank accounts and they want everyone to know it. Occasionally, they are Hip Hop gangsta rappers who believe that extra bling will function as a light source if ever marooned in the wilderness. Certain Queensland property developers have also been known to sport the links of time & tack, co-coordinating their ensembles with white shoes.

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I’m a slave to fashion, I admit. Working in the industry has let me indulge my unhealthy obsession up till now, but because of the GFC, I, like most other women, have had the incredibly boring task of cutting back.

Cue recession dressing. Or if you want to get technical, dressing like a Recessionista (noun: a resourceful woman who’s great at updating her look while spending a minimal amount of money).

There are many ways to do this. Inventive and fun ways. Cheap ways. Exciting ways. The best ways for most women of course, involve spending money on stuff we don’t need so we can justify it by saying we’re actually saving money in the long run. “Sure, they were $300, but I’m going to wear them 50 times, so that’s only $6 per wear. Cheaper than the op shop.”

But my new fave has to be that women, out of sheer necessity and financial conundrum, have created an entirely different category of clothing to add to our fashion arsenal: Leggings.

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If one’s face can’t register an orgasm, is the climax still as good?

Startling as it may seem, I feel liberated by the decay of beauty.  It’s a bold statement, but in this era, when the glorification of all that is youthful is paramount, I hope that I look like the mother of my eldest daughter, (who for the record is almost 24,) and not at all like her sister. I don’t want to be in competition with her, or my younger girl, who is only eight. I want them to take up the mantle of their own prime years and have me cheering them on from the proper place - as the more senior female of the clan.

Our society so abhors the discussion of ageing and death, that we have embraced a whole new industry of psychological touchstones involving chemicals and knives and a race to look 10 years younger in 10 days. I don’t castigate or object to anyone making personal choices regarding cosmetic procedures, nor do I rule them out for myself if I feel I want them. But I am concerned that so many of my friends, acquaintances and even other people in the media are beginning to relinquish their unique expressions of emotion and life experience at the point of a needle.

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At last, the emaciated pink elephant in fashion’s corner has been acknowledged.

UK Vogue editor Alexandra Schulman recently sent a letter to the top designers in the business imploring them to make their sample sizes larger so she doesn’t have to hire models who are dangerously thin to just fit their garments.

It was a brave move at a time where advertisers are not only king in the magazine industry but omnipresent dictators, which took me back to my own fashion moment where I decided enough was enough.

I was working on an up-market glossy at the time and somehow managed to wrangle myself a seat beside a colleague at parade in Paris. Watching the models strut their spindly stuff on the catwalk, I was appalled to see their legs were only slightly thicker than the torturous spikes they teetered on.

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The other week I got hit on, rather aggressively, by a woman. So what, right? I thought so too, but when I relayed the story to my male friends, their response was uniform: “Were you wearing this purple nailpolish at the time? Of course you got hit on by a woman! Those nails are screaming out that you like it kinky!”

Excuse me? Really? And here I was thinking I was just being fashionable. On further investigation (read: insightful office polling and questioning others via email), turns out that you can, indeed, give off the wrong message with your clothing. Tight white jeans? You want some. Florals? You’re a prude. Yellow? It scares men away.

To allay any confusion and make sure you don’t leave the house broadcasting unintentional signals, I’ve had a go at translating what celebrities are saying with their outfits. Shouting, in most cases. Here, let me demonstrate:

Ashley Tisdale

“I’m so ridiculously young, famous and good looking that it doesn’t matter if I’m wearing something that looks like I nicked it from Maria Sharapova’s wardrobe. I’m allowed to wear a tennis outfit with fringed, slashed, suede ankle boots if I want to. You know why? ‘Cause I’m the best thing to come out of the most publicized movie of 2009 and as long as my hair is done and I have all this arm jewellery, you’ll still love me. And 15-year-old girls will copy me.”

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