Monday, April 07, 2014

building castles in the sky.......

I’m a day dreamer. I build castles in the sky and find expansive landscapes filled with rabbits and old ladies with walking sticks in the clouds. I create, often elaborate, fantasies about the future - next week, next month, next year. Sometimes I play these scenarios over and over in my mind, tweaking them and attempting to create the ultimate game of make believe.

You might call it an over-active imagination, some could even say it’s a profound level of procrastination manifesting itself in the pointless creation of fantasy. 

I just call it filling in time. 

Mostly the minutes, sometimes hours, before I drift off to sleep every night. It’s in those spaces, those dark and quite spaces, where the light of a iPhone or a laptop is missing, where the humming of the television or the background chatter of your housemates is silent. In those moments I make my castles, I draw my pictures, I let my imagination wander. 

My conscious self knows that elaborate fantasies generally stay fantasies, movies aren’t real (even the the ones based on true stories) and for every little girl who grows up to be a princess, there is one who struggles with confidence and fear and putting down words. 

My conscious self knows that the me I create in my fantasies is so incredibly different from the me that is writing this - I’m not quite that quick and witty all the time and my hair is definitely not that great outside in the real world. 

I know that my games of make believe are just a little childish, bordering on ridiculous and perpetrating a notion of perfection that simply doesn’t match with the realities of life and responsibility and paying the rent. 

But it doesn’t stop me. 

And it never will. 

Fantasy shouldn’t just be limited to little girls and boys and science fiction writers. Can’t we all have a little in our lives, can’t we all create castles in the sky? Can’t we stop, for just one moment, and think not of the realities that surround us, but of the possibilities for magic? 

I’m not saying we should forgo our real world to a life inside our own head of our own imagination. 

Well not quite. 

What I am saying, is next time you find your mind wandering and dreaming and staring at the clouds…let it. See where it takes you, see where you end up, see what your castles look like. 

I know I will, because shit, maybe my hair will look that good one day. 

kb xx

Friday, April 04, 2014

heels out.......

Are high heels dead?

It's the question posed in this Business of Fashion piece last week, with the answer being no, but maybe a little bit.

We ladies are, it seems, increasingly drawn to flat shoes like sneakers and menswear inspired brogues and loafers. And it's a desire that big name fashion houses are happy to accommodate - you saw those Chanel kicks right?

So I have to ask, are heels really being pushed to the back of the closet in favour of Nike and New Balance and patent leather loafers? Is the allure of a heel being overshadowed by the comfort and practicality of the flat? Is this a sign that normcore is infiltrating our wardrobes?

Or is it just about choice?

What do you think, heels or sneakers - or both?

kb xx

Sunday, March 30, 2014

birks made me a hypocrite.......

Fashion makes hypocrites of us all.

Every time I express a profound distaste for anything sartorially inclined, I always have this thought lurking at the back of my mind. I know that minutes after I tell you I simply cannot bear a particular trend, or style, or piece of whatever, there is a very good chance I’ll change my mind and fall hopelessly in love. Conversely the moment I declare my love, there is an excellent chance I’ll fall out of love with a thud. Such is the fickle nature of fashion - and of me. 

Most times the about face comes after I see someone else wearing exactly what I’d previously expressed disdain for, and looking like a genius. Of course, what follows is the inevitable internal struggle where I must decide to follow my initial instincts or re-think those same instincts and just buy the damn shoes. It always comes back to shoes, right?

Sometimes the about face can takes weeks, or months and in extreme cases - years. 

Case in point: Birkenstocks. 

I may not have told of my disinterest of the German produced, Celine adopted, Instagram favourite and fashion groupie must have on this here little piece of the interwebs. But I’ve certainly told myself a number of times. Generally whenever I see anyone wearing them, which is nearly every minute of the freaking day, as they are - not surprisingly - soooo ubiquitous right now. Yes, I need all those o’s.

And while I still cannot fathom the fur-lined Birks as sent out into the world by Celine and Ms Philo, I’m developing an affection for the traditional and the co-opted that I can only put down to the sensation of repeated exposure. 

Some may call it brainwashing. 

Others call it streetstyle

Either way it kind of makes me a hypocrite. But it’s the kind of hypocrisy that we/I can handle, the kind we/I indulgently smile at while shaking our/my heads. You little fashion obsessed darling. So silly. 

But hey, I’ll embrace the hypocrisy, I’ll accept the ridiculousness and (you knew this was coming) I’ll buy the shoes.

kb xx

p.s. does this count as being back on the trend wagon?