My first thought when I saw Hanii Y's short sleeved suede coat...well, okay, not my first thought. The initial jumbled thoughts hurtling through my brain were..."oooh"..."gorgeous suede"..."and a Peter Pan collar"..."and double zippers down the front"...drool...
| My second thought, once I'd composed myself, was "ah, but it's one of those pieces which will cause untold angst because people will have an irresistible urge to touch it". Maybe it's just my inner curmudgeon...my fashion hermit...but I get very uncomfortable when people walk up to me and, completely uninvited, start rubbing my clothes (perhaps pregnant women experience the a similar concern when strangers rub their stomachs). My heart starts thumping...my pulse quickens...beads of perspiration appear on my brow...and why? The countless questions. Are their hands clean or did that cocktail sausage that I just saw them wolfing down leave a thin film of grease on their fingers which is about to be transferred onto my skirt? It's a warm day, and we all sweat, but will I be left with a sample of your DNA once you've tweaked my tulle? Is that a glass of red wine? Back off buster! My rampant paranoia knows no bounds... |  |
(I'm with you, I wouldn't want anybody to touch me, either.)
Please don't dress it downdowndown, down down.