Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Wildfox Magical Creatures

 
I've been hoarding this small collection released by Wildfox half a season ago for months now but it's only now that it's become incredibly relevant to my life. The gentle warm weather of Summer is descending upon me like a fat kid on a chocolate cake; so layering is becoming an even less promising prospect, but that will do little to deter my fever and passion for this lovely collection. Illustrations accompany each of the three feminine persona's created with nothing but smoke, mirrors and sweet wigs as well as pastel backgrounds. There's always the danger that I'll become too keen to imitate all the lovely bloggers I follow, and it seems reds and dark blues are out to be replaced with saucy and sweet sugary tones. Sorry for the banner heading being so stingy and small, I blame the damn thing personally for being so awkward in shape as well as this cold and impersonal background I've permanently adopted for this blog. When I see a little return in this investment I swear it will look spectacular, glittery and pink. Until then, we're both stuck with a tiny image that doesn't do the banner justice.


There's a whole range of different motifs floating around on simple silky looking camisole tops, a great basic for layering or even the hottest of sweltering summer days. As it happens I know of some great Jewellery and cow skull bolo ties that would complement the earthy tones of this particular character as well as grunge aesthetic. I'm sure for those thrift-minded, simple tank tops made from old vintage nightwear as well as screen printing and fabric pains could make for a great DIY project. The usual lament about high end fashion is the high price tag often associated with lovely pieces- so I always like to imply the alternatives for my crafty followers who are eager to try a new project. I plan on hunting through second hand stores this Summer if I don't get a part time job as a reprieve and way to stop myself from slothing about on the Internet for three months straight.


I've been tentative to monopolize on people's general misguided notions that I share some heritage of the North American persuasion, particularly American Indian, which I'm not. But if I was ever tempted to steal a noble heritage then I know where I'd get the wardrobe from... Loosely tangled rich auburn locks and killer cheek bones are preferred but not necessary and raggedy layered and intentionally thread bare clothes are perfect to explore if you live topside on the northern hemisphere and the autumn wind is whipping your bare ankles. I wish I had learnt the value of long and loosely fitting clothes when I was an awkward mid-teen just finding my feet- unfortunately all other stores are obsessed with tight fitting basic cotton t-shirts with  distasteful slogans. Even if your grandmother had a mad crochet hand I daresay she could help you out with makeshift skirts among masses of fleeced cardigans and lop-sided water colour illustrations. Oh to think, I threw away any possibility of arts and creativity by studying a degree in science...


It's like a Cherokee, gypsy and a southern belle all fell into a mixing pot together and the result was absolutely fantastic (and not gory as you would initially think). I'm in love with that lace edged lace skirt in cream along with suede knee high boots- knee high boots are just another article of clothing I get a bit funny around because I can see it down right seldomly and I often see monstrosities of footwear architecture walking around on the streets and all I can think of is burying all the horrible boots that don't do justice to the style. I feel very strongly about shoes these days; passionate is the best word but obsessed is probably a more accurate descriptor. It's an intricate outfit that is any factory floor worker's nightmare, but sometimes it's the more refined things that aren't made to be practical that make us girls feel most special and in touch with our feelings.


Dahlia: despite sharing her namesake with a sweet and spunky flower is the darkest of the lot and dares to wear shocking platform boots in the vain of the 1990s with the perfect pitch black hood, skeletal collar motifs and blood red lipstick which are all in stark contrast to crystal clear blur eyes and crisp white hair. In the word of the Eleventh Doctor, yowza! That's the technical term for a goth girl that wears a bewitching but cold and syndicalism in appearance; and of course it draws all the men in who are sad and deluded into thinking she's a 'challenge'. Ha. They don't know what trouble they're going to get themselves into when dealing with the gorgeous and dark Dahlia. With a spell book tucked neatly under her arm, she's armed and dangerous but also stylish. The Mexican/ Day of the Dead skeleton garland around the neckline of this black cape are driving me to desperation in order to dye my own American Apparel cape but my sensibilities tell me dyeing red will not turn out as wonderfully as I imagine. That's the power of Dahlia I suppose- cruel in appearance but you still want her to please her because she appears like such a gorgeous demi-god.


Shawls. Shawls are easily found in every corner of any second hand shop across the globe which may or may not have something to do with little old ladies affinity for the versatile piece. My mother recently gifted me a black and fringed silken shawl which I immediately adopted as a scarf, but it seems I'll need to reconsider the potential of the piece if I can also muster more ankle hanging skirts of the same hue and colour... which is easily said and done considering black should be universal and kept the same from the most humble Chinese sweat shop to the boutiques of France. The simple white t-shirt also gets a look in amongst this chic ensemble, but I'm easily won over with the small book candidly held, the ocean of black clothing as well as towering platform boots. I'm the first to admit it, I'm but a simple creature with simple taste and this sort of caters to that love of structure as well as black.
 


Bowler hats are so lovely and dapper- but sadly underrated and severely under represented as a suave component of a sassy outfit. Then there's the whole Clockwork Orange reference you could make with a liberal dash of eyeliner, an option merely on the table for you to decide either with or against. I suspect that it's all to do with that balance between women taking on typical male style and it not being too cliche. Here a tall bowler hat, suspenders and knickerbockers are all combined together with a suave girl-about-town appeal that's charming. I find it hard to remove myself from creepy knee high socks (think of those twins from The Shining) as well as swish brogues and subversive black lipstick, but there's certainly a challenge in being able to take over a style unfamiliar to your gender and blowing any other bowler hat/ suspender wearing competition out of the water. OK well, maybe excluding Matt Smith playing the Doctor from Doctor Who but I'd hardly call that a fair competition. He's pretty out of this world (excuse the pun!).



Kittens and creepers.. *sigh* I know I'm just a bit too old to be joining in with such trivial fads, but there's still a small part of me that's disappointed I never did own a pair of creepers and wore them with edgy but cheap five dollar socks and thrifted crazy cat lady shirts from second hand stores. While I haven't yet actually found something feline themed at an opportunity shop, that won't stop me of dreaming and hoping that somewhere, someone decided that cats were too unfashionable to associate with and I can then prey on their mistakes and pick up where they left off. There probably won't be any pink wigs in the mix, but I am once again, toying with the notion of fake white extensions in a modernised 'Bride of Frankenstein' unshaped lightning bolt motif with my normal clothing. There's been enough admiration on my part of pink as it is, creeping in my wardrobe at every opportunity. It's a wonder I still have variety left to choose from and I haven't abandoned anything else in that shade of feminine and watered down red.



I distinctly remember the first instance I used eyeshadow- I was thirteen, it was pink and therefore too subtle too be seen in the poorly light bathroom and before I knew it I had a small cake of minerals layered onto my eyelids. Needless to say, I've been cautious when it comes to the artful application of anything around the eyes (except for eyeliner since I do love a good dramatic streak of kitty cat eyes blinked with lust at boys) but there's sort of a small spark of hope I hold deep in my chest because of the shimmering silver glimmer of the above photograph. I'd abhor it without the thick and perfected fake eyelashes, the leather and studded choker necklace as well as the small but bold nose ring as well as thick sunglasses painted onto the shirt suggesting subtler and darker hints of grunge amongst an otherwise sweet sea of pastel, sugary pink.


High-waisted marle grey shorts and a chunky knitted cardigan? Why that's the perfect ensemble to wear in Autumn, in which we say goodbye to Summer and gently ease into colder weather as well as shorter days. It's too bad I'm stuck in spring and the ability to layer clothes with ease is being stretched from the grasp of my astral hands. Astral hands, as in the astral plain in which we can find our hearts desires; on a humid but stormy morning I desire to be comfortable and sit down hunched over a coffee or even the humble green tea.


I've had some wild ideas myself about the use of fake flowers as far as DIY headbands and updating army jackets of dark green are concerned- but this really does take the trend to a whole new level. Like any other blogger on Tumblr I've come across images of Dr Marten boots stuffed with fresh floral bouquets against crisp and surgical white backgrounds to the pleasure of thousands- but this completes the look and let's the Robin egg blue tone engulf the model with daisies and hydrangeas springing from weathered leather black boots and more tangled and glorious rich red hair. Yeah, considering wigs were used this look is possibly the more contrived of the lot, but I'm still a sucker for the pouting look of lips ajar with a sweet swag of pretty and minimalist clothing. I admire it, I probably deem myself a little more energetic to wear clothing with more brightness and substance but that doesn't mean I can't muster respect for girls who look stunning in clothes of little design intricacy. 



In conclusion... my favourite of these three looks complete with water coloured and envisioned persona's to which the model was under instruction was Wildfox's very own witch, Dahlia. I am pretty biased though and what with all the Halloween brain-washing I've received dressing up like a witch and having a proper excuse to do so is a dream come true but I loved the intensity of focused blue eyes, ghostly white hair and blood red lips. There's all the knowledge of magical paraphernalia locked away in my head screaming to be used as a part of this particular photo shoot, but that simply leaves me freedom to reinterpret this idea and revisit the theme of witchery and black magic.


1 comment:

  1. ermagherd way to kill me wildfox - they always have the most amazing collections. Even if it's just a simple skirt, like the pink one pictured, it's still beautiful :')

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