>> What sort of a fashion blogger would I be if on the 2-out-of-365 snow days, I didn't get my lazy self out there for a snap or two. A whiter than ground of snow reflects a weird luminosity on to your clothes and your face, rendering everything brighter than what they usually are, even if it quickly turns to grey sludge in London. My courtyard hasn't been wrecked by tyre marks just yet and so I took this idealistic no-spag-bol outfit out for a road test. I say the words "no-spag-bol" and "road test" because this all white crispy (that's how it feels) wool/silk mix tunic that I picked up at the Mother of Pearl sample sale is not really built for the realities of my spilling various sauces all over myself. A month has barely passed in 2012 and I've already got soya sauce, ketchup, mustard, bearnaise and wasabi mayo (thanks you hulking beautiful lobster roll at Burger & Lobster) stains on my clothes that have left semi-permanent damage.
This outfit almost invites some disaster to happen were it not for the shield of plastic provided by the Michael Angel latex coat. By the by, a reader astutely pointed out the possibilities of latex allergies but MA have since verified that the coat is 100% polyurethane and therefore safe to wear.
Still, the rare occurence of this pristine ground of snow as well as my deliberate avoidance of food sauces for the day means that a sartorial whiteout is something to relish. The final touch are these Simone Rocha S/S 12 wedges, which admittedly need a few knife criss-cross marks on the soles to ensure they're less slippy in this sludge, but are otherwise a wonder to look at, especially when part of the clear perspex wedge sinks into the snow. Rocha, along with ex-CSM-classmates Thomas Tait and Palmer//Harding are all fans of the purity and stillness of the whiteout in their own ways. Incidentally, their follow-up collections for the next A/W 12-3 season could not be more exciting for the future of London Fashion Week. By that time, my own whiteout here will most probably be well past its sell by date, but then again this snow has very nearly disappeared, even as I type now. Oh well. It was fleeting. Back to sauces and less-than-immaculate attire it is.
(Michael Angel latex coat, Mother of Pearl hooded tunic, Yokoo neck cozy, Simone Rocha perspex wedges)
