“i’m no model lady. a model’s just an imitation of the real thing.” // m. west

being a child of the 80s, and coming of age in the 90s – i feel like women of and around my age were deprived of any archetypes of the lady.

we were surrounded by our mums – sophisticates with deep streaks of blush across their cheeks, hair as high as the heavens, and skirt-suits paired with reebok hi-tops – in need of speed were they, to get to their having-it-all jobs.

my mother had a side of her that was most definitely a lady – but to my mind, she bent toward the slightly avant-garde. unexpected pleats of kenzo, (the original, takada), the over-pronounced details of jean-paul gaultier, and capes by a little-known-at-the-time, john galliano. taking my cue from her, then veering way off course into deep cuts of british sub-cultures – the mod, the rude-girl, the shoegazer – i am today, most concretely a woman made up of my time.

yet, at some point in these heady post-aught times, if you see past norm-core and the hipsters – there’s been a hint of the demure sidling it’s way into hemlines; and i’m not sure about you, but i don’t mind a drop of grace kelly in my bucket of broad – do you?








➝ source : plaid sleeveless trenchcoat via tome

➝ source : black crane navy pleat dress via totokaelo

➝ source : cropped jacket via 10 crosby derek lam

➝ source : n°21 sequined pencil skirt via far fetch


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