Boleros Aren’t Just For Matadors
I love a small label, creatively driven by its heritage. Vita Kin; Mochi; The Muzungu Sisters. As soon as I discovered them on the world wide web, I visited their showroom – and fell immediately and literally into a textile revelry, burying myself in smocked blouses, embroidered boleros and velvet capes from places including Mexico, Colombia, Morocco, Peru.
I came away with a bolero – something I have always wanted, but had previously found that every single one fell just on the wrong side of musty and matador. This falls on the socially acceptable side and works as a perky, artisinal alternative to a summer jacket (even if the summer in question is a capricious sod, where sod means actual, wet earth.) I’m really picky about jackets. I find that I rarely wear any of my blazers, I’m not a fan of the biker unless it’s an off-regular length and boxy jackets can be too twee for mee. This bolero is going to be a treat with a polo neck underneath and a leather skirt when it gets colder and on holiday, it will be just right with a cropped blouse and cut-off Levi’s. Every day’s a bolero day.comments powered by Disqus