The notion of owning dependable, fail-safe wardrobe classics has never really appealed. You know the fashion articles that pop up from time to time - 'every woman must own a beige trench coat, a little black dress, a Breton stripe top, black trousers, a white shirt and dark jeans'. I'm pretty sure there's also something red in there too, but can't for the life of me think what it is...
To me, 'classic' has always equated to 'boring' - something fashion should never, ever be. During the last Olympics, Grazia themed fashion stories/articles around the games. In one such article, I read these immortal words - 'Fashion is a race. Run the 100 metre sprint'. This little statement completely embodies what fashion is all about, and is exactly how I see it (said statement is now up on my wall, lest I forget!).
Yet lately, I find myself drawn to some of the pieces in this list of - gasp! - classics. Maybe it's because I'm not 18 anymore (and no, I'm not saying 26 is old!), but I am now firmly ensconced in womanhood - many friends and peers are now paired up or getting married, I am reaching my professional goals, and I know what I want out of life. While I love the frivolity of fashion (clogs, anyone?), I actually picked up a classic stripe top and wore it with black, not-too-crazy hareem trousers and (platform heeled) Chelsea boots. The look was effortless, chic and modern. Hmmm. Maybe classic isn't all that bad after all...
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