Proenza Schouler Fall RTW 2013, Céline Fall RTW 2013
Wouldn't it be wonderful to be the woman who wears all white in winter?
Usually we think of black as the colour of mystery, but white can evoke just as much intrigue. A woman in winter white speaks of wealth, grace and a certain hauteur, and in a sea of black, grey and navy coats, a white look makes a bold statement. It sneers at its underlings in safe and ubiquitous black "look how graceful I am. I've kept this beautiful white coat clean and pristine all day."
The white coat is a challenge. One tiny spot of dirt or spilled latte is all it takes for the grace, class and elegance to disappear completely. Illusion ruined. Personally, I am much too grubby and haphazard an individual to maintain the crisp cleanness of a white coat. Some of my favourite things are black coffee, red wine and red lipstick, and I will sit on or lean against any surface anywhere if I'm sufficiently tired. I refuse to iron clothes with anything other than my GHDs and I have never visited a dry cleaner. Well, I could never afford the heinous dry cleaning bills anyway. This probably all amounts to me being the most ill-advised white coat wearer in history.
But, I want one.
Even though I know I'll get it dirty on its first outing. Even though I'll probably spill my coffee on it, or smudge my lipstick on it, or use the sleeve to wipe crumbs off a train seat. It would just look so striking over an all black outfit, leather trousers and pointy toes, jeans and a grey t-shirt and bright red lips, a white dress and shiny silver heels, or a bright cocktail dress and black shoe boots.
God, I want one.
Maybe I'll ease myself in to the world of white. I'll start with a beautiful Tibi-esque chunky white polo neck, and if I manage to keep that in a decent state of repair, maybe I'll graduate to the white coat.