Hello New Year! You are fresh and bright with promise: new opportunities, sunnier skies, more attractive baristas at Blenz, 90% off sales at Holts, the imminent arrival of the Swedish men’s hockey, speed skating and snowboard teams . . . indeed, what could possibly go wrong in 2010???
Well, the glass is not entirely full (sorry, it’s a Tuesday, and my latte is lukewarm). Although 2010 brings some great things to the table (Swedish athletes are certainly the crème brûlée on the menu), it also insists that we eat are greens. Such is the way of life, particularly in fashion. And so I bring you a sampler’s menu for the season.
Spring 2010, The Menu:
Amuse Bouche:
The “I love winter sports/Go Canucks, Go!/Hey, aren’t the Olympics heading our way?” inspired outfit: One part massive shoulder pads (again), two parts wrestling outfitesque hot pants, add a dash of shiny metallics and a sprinkle of knee-high socks, et voila: A yummy sports souflee
Appetizer:
Sandra Dee Strikes Again! Actually, make that Sandy (ie. Olivia Newton-John post makeover): TIGHT BLACK LEATHER SKINNY PANTS. Men of the world, exclaim with religious fervor, “AMEN. Thank you Balmain for your penchant for tight pants. Ummm, how do we get them off???”
First Course:
And now for something French and Stripetastic: Givenchy! Oh, to be a mime, and wear an outfit made entirely out of black and white stripes! Oh how I long to pout my bright red lips and tilt my beret-clad head, whilst eating a croissant (watch out for crumbs and grease marks) and strolling along the Champs Elysees.
Second Course:
And from France to Greece we go! All aboard the Goddess Express, conducted by none other than the stylistic genius at Lanvin! Drape that silk over my one shoulder, belt me in the middle, watch my outfit billow out as I strut the runway of life . . . and then bow down.
Palette Cleanser:
‘Sup Dawg? Yeah, that’s right. I’m Balenciaga and I’m wearing a friggin’ hoody, so deal yo. I’m a little bit Rocky and a tad Eminem, but wait, I’m made of soft grey leather and I look good. Pair me with skinny jeans and some 6 inch stilettos, and I will walk out of the ghetto and into yaletown.
From the Bar:
I’m tall, My hair is wavy and red, I wear cinched patent mini trench coats, and my label says Dior. HOT and very convenient if you live in Vancouver and deal with rain on an hourly basis.
The Cheese Cart:
Tribal prints + candy colours + baggy pants + metallics + chunky jewellery = Willy Wonka (aka Dries Van Noten). Fun, but partake sparingly.
Specialty Coffee:
Neutrals, neutrals everywhere . . . caramel, cream, chocolate, vanilla caffè du jour: Think buttery leather minimalist dresses, skirts, cropped pants in soft (edible) shades. Add a simple belt to break up the concoction, but don’t “OD” on the sprinkles . . . think like a European, and have your espresso straight.
Dessert à la carte:
Gauze! Silk! Chiffon! STAT! Short, whipped, sugary dresses in cream, warm grey, dusty rose. Need drama for the evening? Make your outfit tall like a meringue pie (ie. floor length, with full body ruffles)
Bon Appetit!







