Wednesday, May 9, 2007
I have met the enemy, and the enemy is fashion. I've been scouring the shops of Pamplona, looking for my perfect outfit, but to no avail. I have however discovered that the 60s, 70s, and 80s are alive and well in Spanish fashion. Entering any clothing store literally makes my head spin, it's like a psychedelic explosion of mini-dresses, caftans, leggings, and impossibly puffed sleeves. Looks like the designers couldn't come up with anything new, so they slapped together a garish combination of fashions past. What's a girl to do? I need something to wear, so I started trying stuff on. I learned quickly that ruffled layer dresses make me look a bit like a sugary wedding cake with legs, and that puffed sleeves give me flashbacks to high school. I knew the 80s were back, but have yet to succumb to the mullet or to wearing leggings under skirts. Like, oh my god, gag me with a spoon! What are things coming to? Next thing you know those Cindy Lauper tulle skirts will be back, or maybe by the time I finish writing this, they'll be old news. No wonder we become fashion victims. The designers' strategy is to confuse us as much as possible, and with the help of shop assistants who say "you look simply divine!", by the time we leave the shop we'll think anything looks good, or even if it doesn't - hey, it's in fashion.
Think I'll stick with the 60s revival, since it reminds me of Audrey Hepburn. Now if only they'd make a copy of this other Breakfast at Tiffany's dress, not quite so famous as the black Givenchy dress, but I certainly wouldn't mind having it. By the way, they're selling the real thing at Christie's, bidding starts at $20,000. Let me just check my wallet. Is there anybody out there who can lend me $19,900? Now if only I can beat Victoria Beckham to the auction. Oh wait, it isn't until May 30th - too late for Ro's Communion, guess I'll have to settle for something else.
Update 19:30: "Veni, vidi, vici" - I came, I saw, I conquered Pamplona's shops and came away victorious. You'll just have to wait to see what's in these bags.