Frill Seeker

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Whenever I think about my decidedly monastic-meets-The Railway Children approach to blouses, I think of that mock-drone of a line in Love Actually, “cause she is the sexy one” — which suggest that sexiness is one-size-fits-all. But what is sexy to one is not sexy to another (if I tried to wear what January Jones wore in that film, you’d have me arrested.) Or, vice versa. And there’s no doubt that I find a frilled white blouse as incongruously sexy as a slashed V muscle tee in the sense that what make a woman sexy, is a blouse that suits her. I’m not saying I’m beyond a flash of lace triangle bra, but I am saying that what looks golden on Zoe Kravitz would look less than golden on Pandora Sykes. Don’t fight it, ad finitum.

My instinct for detailed white blouses is basic. Quite simply, I can never have enough: Isabel Marant Etoile (several), See by Chloe, Belle Epoque, Zara, Gap, Free People and Equipment make my favourites, but there’s also a strong case for a vintage frilled blouse (see Martha Ward for more details.) Who cares if no-one wants to rip your clothes off? As long as I want to rip my clothes of (dressing for oneself, and what not) then that’s surely all that matters. Things are boding well for my wedding, then. The case – filled with white frilly blouses – continues.

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I’m wearing an Isabel Marant Etoile cotton blouse, Filippa K jeans (for AW15 so drops in August, current high street version here) and Gucci flatform loafers (regular sole version here).

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