To creep on the verge of ones fashion footsteps
September 18th 2007 02:49
The barbaric pounding of the dance floor is what exuberates coolness in the young at heart society whether you’re over the legal age or just trying to sneak in with your sibling's I.D. If you're super stylish the door entry is always free. As I profusely wandered the grounds of the well renowned epidemic of a Sunday event I watched the genres of music as well as fashion change right before my eyes, but first I had to re-check my get-up and see if I was indeed up to scratch and not suffering from any wardrobe malfunction. One, look in the mirror, two dirty make-up retouches, and three a pull at my extra high grandma stockings and I was good to go. Feeling a little intimidated by the stares and glances of every single girl that walked past me, I held my head up high and tried to forget that I was probably one of the older people there at the tender age of 22, something that is definitely in the minority now a days. The first thing that caught my eye was the extravagant array of colours left, right and centre purple gashes, blue and yellow rainbows all teamed up with sky high shorts or skirts so short that it should be illegal to leave the house in but to their defence “if you’ve got it, flaunt it” and they certainly did just that in a mental herd. After a number of stints as a fashion stylist, I dare say I hold some credibility in being able to differentiate between something Hot and not, but throughout the night I became aware that after a few drinks I might have become the only one. I am all for originality and I praise the art of quirk as long as it’s a page taken out of their own style and not the pages of a magazine. Five seconds later I was officially in love and swept off my feet, as I glanced across the room and like a slow motion picture I pushed through the crowds of fluoro to get a closer look at this wonderful creation. Consisting of nothing more than a cut off checked material in formation of a dress the detail of this outfit was impeccable from the buttons to the navy blue collar in collision with the miniscule white check. I approach my subject ever so gently trying not to be known as an obvious stalker, which is exactly what I was. Room to room I took on the role of hidden dragon crouching tiger a simile provoking an un subtle like effect even as I try to defend my purpose of doing so. I felt as if I was going to be arrested for obstruction of private space but I could not resist, as it was nothing I have ever seen before. So, what exactly captivated me so much you ask? Well let me paint you a picture in pastel colours. The girl herself stood tall and mighty, her flawless manner was captured as she sipped what looked like a vodka cranberry avoiding any spillage on her frock. It was obvious she knew she was well dressed so after taking a long awaited breath I decided to approach her with utter confidence, which was a total fraud. “Hey,” the first words I uttered. Wow how original I thought and quickly had to regain some smart and funny follow up. Fumbling for a few minutes we finally started chatting about her get up. Like a prized possession she delicately described to me how her mother made her dress, hand sawing every button and stitching for hours to make her hem into perfection, hmmm I felt almost at fault for buying my beaded outfit for $2.50 from the local St Vincent’s when right here in front of me was something that would of taken a lot of sweat and tears to create. Midst conversation without reason I yelled ‘How much?’ please I need to have it I really need it please, sounding like a junkie and sadly feeling like one I felt the extreme need to be the owner of it or die trying. A slight yet unsure laugh came out of her, obviously she had no idea if I was joking or not but between you and me I was 100% SERIOUS, she politely said no. I was shuttered but asked to touch the fabric anyway. So soft like a rich soufflé and for all those who are not familiar with that term just think of a hot warm apple pie from the movie if you know what I mean. Knee length it swayed with the wind the gold buttons down the smock like front reflected the adoring variety of light globes, the small blue and white check engulfed the entire creation from head to toe with just a speck of solid navy blue made evident around the cuffs and the priest like collar. Simple yet striking definitely not for the faint hearted but teamed with a pair of grey goose opaque stockings and your good to go but be warned you will be the centre of attention and an instant prey for fashion hungry creeps like me.
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