“our mothers always remain the strangest, craziest people we’ve ever met.” // m. duras
i know for certain that should you ask my daughter in a few years from now what she thinks of me, it would start with a deep inhalation of breath, a widening of eyes in thinking where to start, and end with blue bon mot – that is at least, my sincerest hope. and should you ask me the very same question in regard to my matrilineal line – the response would effectively be the same; but perhaps with a bit more sartorial influence.
we couldn’t be any more different if we tried, but i do know that my mother bestowed a telling array of stories by the way she dressed. a skirt that skimmed past the knee was not dowdy, a white shirt with an interesting detail could elevate any outfit, a bold lip was nothing to be frightened of; and wearing something unconventional, asymmetric and avant-garde would keep you – and everyone else, on their toes.
as you can tell, my mum has spun some great yarns in her day.
➝ source : hero dolman-sleeve shirt via vivienne westwood
➝ source : femme rouge crème lipstick in nocturnal via hourglass
➝ source : junya watanabe gathered detail wool dress via browns fashion