The Versace Spring 2018 finale. Photo: Imaxtree
This comes from my inbox, an article from Fashionista.
“WHY THE FASHION WORLD EMBRACED AGE INCLUSIVITY IN 2017”
While there will be plenty of reasons to say good riddance to 2017, in one way, it’s been the year many of us have been waiting for.
“The Fashion Spot reports that for the Fall 2017 season, 21 models older than 50 walked in women’s shows in New York, London, Paris and Milan. That is a small number proportionately, but it’s one that has been climbing steadily since over the last four seasons, the site says, up from just 5 during Spring 2016 shows.”
I’ve been thinking about tipping points a lot lately, that’s because 2017 has been a great year for tipping points.
We’ve been talking about diversity in this area, and diversity in that sector, for years now, but this year we stopped doing so much talking and started acting.
We’ve looked around to see who’s not at the table, and then we’ve made a point to include them.
In fashion it’s been diversity in age and race, people with missing limbs, and unusual complexions. People of different sizes, and those with different physical and intellectual abilities have been included.
Some believe these diverse catwalks and fashion campaigns will remain rare, that it’s just sheer opportunism that brought them about in the first place.
“Stokes isn’t sure the recent attention paid to senior looks actually amounts to a significant shift toward age inclusivity in fashion. “We can also comment on designers like Demna [Gvasalia of Vetements and Balenciaga] and Chromat, who make sure to show models from all ages, ethnicities and body shapes on their runway,” he says.”
“But to be honest, that’s hard to read as genuine and not just a PR stunt. I’m not even sure what it’ll take or what that shift looks like.”
I’m sure though, we’ve reached a tipping point.
Another thing that I’m pretty sure of is, that we have Mr. Trump to thank for the final nudge it took to get us over to the other side. The extent to which he demeaned and degraded so many people could not have resulted in anything else.
Thank You Mr. Trump
Who could possibly think that we can ever again keep quiet, cower, or hide, after Trump?
We’ve all witnessed it. We’ve learned that even in places once thought of as cushy environments, for privileged people in which to hide from reality, like Hollywood, people could be preyed on because they were not dominant enough.
But ideas about dominating and “winning” are seeming awfully sick these days
I don’t think we’re going back because I don’t think millennials, actors, gay people, disabled people, athletes, trans people, old women, black people, artists, or activists are going to let us. And that’s just about all of us, isn’t it?
Checking All The Boxes
You know how sometimes, something you see, “checks all the boxes?” It doesn’t have to be an article of clothing, it can be a piece of jewelry, a vase, or an artwork. In this case, in my case, it’s this beret. I have been dreaming about a velvet beret for years.
My winter “go to” hat, is a beret. I believe they fit my rather large, square face and my style better than all other hats. This beret is from the L.A. based Janessa Leone. It’s 100% cotton velvet and made in Italy, two boxes ticked.
Remarkable also, it comes in sizes small, medium, and large.
You probably know, sized hats are a rare thing these days. Did I mention, I have a very large head; big box ticked. And one for nostalgia, the hat is called the Ivette, and Ivette was my best friend’s name when I was a kid.
I’ve succumbed, I’ve succumbed to the leopard print craze. I thrifted this coat, I couldn’t say no. I changed the buttons, added a snap for the collar, and repaired a torn pocket, otherwise the coat is in great condition and very warm. Note the beret.
These earrings, by Jessica Winzelberg, they’re so elegant. I love the mellow colors, the little dots of gold. To me, these are the perfect little, cold weather earrings.
“When so many women came forward to describe what Harvey had done to them, I had to confront my cowardice and humbly accept that my story, as important as it was to me, was nothing but a drop in an ocean of sorrow and confusion. I felt that by now nobody would care about my pain — maybe this was the effect of the many times I was told, especially by Harvey, that I was nobody.”