With Mercedes Benz Fashion Week dwindling in our rear window, it has me thinking about fashion and why we pay attention to it.
And when I say ‘we’, I am obviously making a sweeping generalisation, but in all reality, we all do to some degree, even if we pretend we don’t [insert scene from The Devil Wears Prada, where Meryl Streep’s editor-trix schools Anne Hathaway’s character on the trickle down effect of trends in fashion, from the runway to the bargain bin].
Pleated skirts, all things Gucci and sneakers with dresses aside (seriously, when will this go away?), what is fashionable and what isn’t when it comes to eating out?
Just like the clothing industry, there are those who lead the pack and others who can only be referred to as victims.
Venues that seem effortless in their atmosphere, offering and menu, have an almost elusive charm about them. You like them instantly and will most likely return for another hit.
Victims however, are a bit like the girl standing outside the show, in a fluffy pink coat, matching pink hair and white gogo boots, hoping to be papped by the street style photographers lurking outside the event.
Trying too hard is never chic.
So when it comes to picking your next outfit or restaurant, let your inner Anna (Wintour, editor-in-chief of American Vogue, that is) be your guide.
Just like a Prada handbag, a venue that is genuine and comfortable in its own skin, radiates quality, even if the form and function is simple. And just like a knock-off purse, something may look good on the outside, but feels terrible the second you venture inside.
If you happen to find yourself in the latter, don’t be afraid to put your Celine sunglasses back on and strut out.
Melissa Leong, www.fooderati.com.au
