Now don’t get me wrong dear readers… j’adore fashion! I live it, breathe it, read it, watch it, buy way too much of it and evidently write about my beloved la mode. 

But to me fashion should be an individual expression. Sure, stylistas, ain’t nothing wrong with becoming inspired; recreating, reinventing and revisiting fashion is after all cyclical. However, I believe you should be able to take a look and make it your own. Fashion speaks volumes so it pays to have something unique to say!

The most recent 09 Spring/Summer Ready to Wear collections in NY showed off some ineffable style. Stunning offerings from the likes of BCBG Max Azria, Erin Fetherston and Mick Jaggers girl L’wren Scotts collection were to quote Rachel Zoe…D.I.E!! But it’s when we mere fashion mortals take it from the runway to the real way that things can go, oh so wrong!

Faux Pas numero uno…the Gladiator sandal.

If I see one more pair of these fucking shoes my head will literally fall off. I swear to god I feel like I am constantly on the set of Ben Hur. Instead of being surrounded by strapping Charlton Hestons and sexy Roman Goddesses in elegant toga wraps… I am tortured by many short, scantily clad wanna-be Gladiator Girls sporting the look!  Clearly its time to buy a mirror and know your fashion limits. Granted these shoes are cool, for now, but they only look decent on the long legged models of our species – sorry!  We can blame Miss Moss for this one. Just because she can rock the look doesn’t mean every tina, dale and haute couture loving harriette should follow suit. Step away from the sandal sister!

Faux Pas numero duo…Shit catchers.

Whatever happened to the classic pant? Where is the sharp tailoring of a slim line, cigarette cut or the ridiculously chic, flared, high waister à la Brigitte Bardot circa 1970s?  Coco and YSL are not just rolling over in their grave, they’re overlocking! Modern stylists have added the longest crotch possible making a wearer look like they have shat themselves. The baggy effluent of fabric that trails behind a wearer seems more apt for nappy wearers than fashion heads. Furthermore it seems a lot of the time the pants have had a massive argument with the shoes – not sure if even the best divorce lawyer could get them to see eye to eye. It’s a style that’s seems to be spreading like fashion wildfire…every label from Tsubi to Gucci is producing it and it must be stopped. Out vile weed!

Faux pas numero tres…The Boho boo-boo

Boho chic/hippy luxe/glam rock is a killer look and an integral part of my own label. Just because it’s a smoking look doesn’t mean we should slap it on from head to toe. Just like our Aussie icon Vegemite it should be enjoyed sparingly. I went to a Rock Magazine party recently and there was Boho fashion road kill a plenty. 

Vintage rock tee – check.

Black leather leggings – check.

Black gladiator heels – ahhh – check.

Straw trilby hat – check.

Bangle stack-check.

Rings on every finger – check.

Boho boo-boo – check, check check!

Chicks thinking that a complete combination of the above gives them some style cred… get wise. You look like a dress up doll pastiche. Hello Barbie BoHo…

Less sheep, more creativity.