What To Wear When You're 30-Something...

i've been waiting for you to reply to this helena... ^_^ :P

no spikey heels and fishnets with a miniskirt for you then?... :wink:
how about a push up bra and a see through shirt?...

i think that basically anything that the samantha character from sex and the city did is a big fat DON'T... :doh: :innocent:
 
Originally posted by softgrey@Oct 28 2004, 08:56 AM
i've been waiting for you to reply to this helena... ^_^ :P

no spikey heels and fishnets with a miniskirt for you then?... :wink:
how about a push up bra and a see through shirt?...

i think that basically anything that the samantha character from sex and the city did is a big fat DON'T... :doh: :innocent:
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:lol: :lol: Nope! But I have always been a wee old granny in my prim-ness madame grey! I once had a push up bra (in my twenties) but then I realised a flat chest was good too.... Maybe thats what its about - realising that you don't have to be something that you aren't. I know that now. and I don't want to be some slinky sexpot anymore.
 
parisian women are really goodd at that actually helena..have you noticed?...

they have all their sensuality without showing lots of skin and every curve... they love long full skirts with lots of movement and wear flat shoes regularly...and loads of boots...and their clothing just skims the body without hugging it...

their sensuality comes from their ease...they are so relaxed and at ease with themselves... not teetering around and worrying that they are inadvertently showing more than they want to be...

it's very inspiring...that's the difference between style and fashion ...
 
yes they are soooo stylish. I love it. Its a bit of a sad-o thing to admit but I really aspire to that.
 
i think you are closer to that than you think actually...

and i so agree about feeling like you don't have to be something you're not... it's very liberating... :stuart:

like wearing a jacket with giant pom poms on it... ^_^
 
thankyou my dear - that means a lot.

as i get older I realise just how unsexy young 'supposedly' sexy girls actually are. I see sexier people on the street that I do in the pages of magazines. well perhaps 'sexy' is wrong - I suppose i mean attractive. i think.
 
Originally posted by helena@Oct 28 2004, 09:04 AM
thankyou my dear - that means a lot.
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you're welcome...it's very true... :flower:

i'm having a bit of an identity crisis now that i'm back in ny actually...
:blink: :unsure:

must re-focus...must be myself...wherever i am..
 
Originally posted by softgrey@Oct 26 2004, 12:07 AM
i was addressed as 'madame' over and over whilst in paris this weekend...and i was actually thinking quite a bit about this...at first it caught me by surprise and i was a bit put off by it...i wasn't entirely comfortable with the title...

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sniff...sniff... they call me madame too and I'm 24!!!! :cry:
 
i'm 31 & have never really been a fan of low-rise jeans (a la Tara Reid), but think that it can be done IF it's styled right. someone like Cameron Diaz or Halle Berry can pull off low-rise jeans b/c they do it right. Oprah even had on the most amazing Jeans the other day & she look great b/c she paired it w/a l/s button-down top & sweater over it. had she done a cami w/out a jacket, then it would've been wrong, but she got it right.

for me it's about your body type & how comfortable you are wearing things. i agree that Kylie Minogue needs to add a bit of sophistication to her style, but perhaps it's b/c she wants to flaunt her body? who knows....
 
Originally posted by softgrey@Nov 1 2004, 04:13 PM
you're welcome...it's very true... :flower:

i'm having a bit of an identity crisis now that i'm back in ny actually...
:blink: :unsure:

must re-focus...must be myself...wherever i am..
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what do you mean? why?
 
Originally posted by helena@Nov 2 2004, 04:24 AM
what do you mean? why?
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mostly i think it is the jetlag...too many time zones...not enough time... :P
also the changing season...

but if you ever come over...you'll see...ny-ers don't generally dress the way i do...i look far more 'normal' on the streets of europe...i get stared at a lot over here...not necessarily in a bad way...but it can get to you if you're not in the mood... :rolleyes: :P

i usually wear stuff 2-3 yrs before everyone else starts to...sometimes even more...
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After a fashion



[FONT=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]What is a thirtysomething former Vogue editor to do when her look stops making sense? Jo Craven on her exhausting search for a new wearable wardrobe[/FONT]

[FONT=Geneva,Arial,sans-serif]Friday January 4, 2008[/FONT]
[FONT=Geneva,Arial,sans-serif]The Guardian[/FONT]

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[FONT=Geneva,Arial,sans-serif]Jo Craven: 'Suddenly, my clothes had become unwearable'. Photograph: Graeme Robertson[/FONT]


Last September, as I was about to leave my job of five years as features editor at Vogue, I spotted the much-lauded jacket of 2007 that had been called in for a shoot - the Balenciaga blazer. Ever since it was first seen on the catwalk last spring, it had been referenced non-stop in the fashion world, and cost around £1,500. I could never afford it. I just wanted to see what it looked like on. I squeezed my arms into the sleeves, but became instantly, comically stuck. I couldn't take it off. I was like one of Cinderella's ugly sisters; a flushed, undignified sight - particularly as at least one other editor had just tried it on without incident.


Several minutes of sweaty hysteria later, and after gentle tugging by two colleagues, my arms were free again. But perhaps this was the moment when, for me, fashion began to stop making sense. It wasn't so much the price of the jacket that alarmed me (nothing strange about rare things costing more), but I did take against the fact that it was unwearable for someone like me.
It is now three months since I resigned from Vogue. And almost every day since, I've felt the effect of not dressing for work in that office on my morning ritual. Where once I flung my wardrobe doors open and got dressed in minutes - perhaps a sample-sale Chanel skirt with a Topshop blouse and an old army belt - now I dither and feel drawn to basics such as jeans and cardigans. I wonder if, at 37, I am starting to feel old. My wardrobe had been fine for the Vogue office, where everyone had some individual narrative going on - whether it was the Famous Five impersonator in the art room (shorts with socks and sandals) or the fashion-room assistant dressed as if perpetually ready to board a private jet, but who would probably go home on the bus to her flatmates.
It was a largely female office and, although black and wardrobe staples such as jeans were popular, there would always be a fashion message of clever understatement in these seemingly simple outfits. It was also an office where it was permissible to spend time cooing over crazy shoes or marvelling at the clever design of a pair of jeans. Fashion was all around us, in towers of look books, weighing down rails in corridors and tumbling out of returns bags. There were discounts and invites to sample sales that I rarely resisted, and my hauls now filled my incoherent wardrobe.
But I'd given up the job as a "lifestyle" choice, to move with my husband and two toddlers to build an eco house by the seaside in Suffolk, about as far from my previous life and house in Hackney, north London, as it's possible to go, as long as you discount the number of film directors who seem to have second homes in our village. This was a new life of freelance writing from home and commuting two days a week to London for a new-generation dotcom where, apart from the CEO's dad, I am the oldest employee.
In my new life, I pull down my suitcase on Monday for my night away from home. When I open my wardrobe to pack for the next two days, the confusion sets in. I struggle to put together outfits. My vintage leopard print blouse looks less jokey Cavalli and a bit Barry Manilow. My trusted Ferragamo patents aren't retro-quirky any more: they make me look like my mum. My jewellery, which used to be witty, now looks tacky. They may not have been perfect clothes in the first place but the protective enclave of the Vogue office had given me confidence to leave home wearing them. Suddenly, my clothes have become as unwearable in the life I am now living as any narrow-sleeved blazer. I've swapped a social life of first nights and fashion parties for the sound of crashing waves. I need a new wardrobe. I still want to be fashionable, but don't want to look like I've bought up the entire Toast back catalogue.
As I began my research for clothes that would make sense, one thing became clear: in your mid-30s, the fashion world isn't exactly directing the conversation to you. In fashion terms, you are caught between two stools. You can't ram-raid the high street for your clothes, like most 20-year-olds, because the older you get the cheaper clothes look. (Although a judicious selection of the best pieces sprinkled through your wardrobe still makes sense.) And both cheap clothes and pointless spending now leave a bad ethical taste - most people are trying to curb the habit. You also understand the allure of investment pieces that could see you through a few seasons. Fortunately, you're still too young to qualify as a "grey pound" spender, unless you fancy looking a bit prematurely Saga magazine, or want to wear some nice cashmere. You are, basically, no one's target fashion audience - so you need to be as canny as can be to stay in the conversation without soliciting unkind mutterings of, "Gosh, she looks different."
When I hunted for inspiration in magazines, where just months before I'd seen flights of fantasy I now saw clothes that needed decoding, and not just because the models were all 20 years younger than me. The clothes seemed to be as well. Over-the-knee socks are definitely fun, but on me? It wasn't me getting boring and just wanting wearable clothes: that sounds a snore, like advocating elastic waistbands. The challenge was translating looks that could also work in the country - without looking as though I was trying to "do" country. No Fair Isle Brora cardigans, thanks.
Most women I quizzed about fashion said that they knew their 30s were meant to be a time to fulfil all those years of experimentation and to cement their style. They were meant to have learned all the rules, for better or worse, and to play by them. One said it was like reading a book, then turning the page and finding there was a whole chapter missing. If you didn't want to look like a yummy mummy in silk jersey dresses or to channel your inner sexy secretary with pencil skirts, blouses and belts, what was left for you? I'm all for women not giving into the ageism of dress codes and wearing whatever makes them feel good, but the truth is it's easier to find great clothes to wear when you're 50 than in your 30s. What used to excite me about the fashion world, where the pace of the collections meant you could never catch your breath and where buying a winter coat starts in August, now exhausts me. I've been shopping and settled for classics: a navy blue polo neck, a navy blue coat and a navy blue silk blouse. I think fashion may have stopped making sense. I'm going to wait until I'm 50 before wrestling with it again.
 
it's sort of sad...
she is just complaining but she didn't offer any really good options...

okay-
just play it safe and wear classic styles in navy blue...
hmmmm...
so very english!!!...or very ralph lauren...


:lol:...

not particularly clever or interesting....
you'd have thought that all those years of vogue would mean she would have a bit more to offer women in her same situation...

thanks for sharing mm...
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I wonder if a bit of the problem was that her choices thus far were not self-directed, but made in the context of knowing she was going to that Vogue office. Or perhaps it's that the fashion-world umbilical cord has been abruptly severed at what is certainly an awkward time.

I agree, navy blue is not the answer in my world :wink:
 
I wonder if a bit of the problem was that her choices thus far were not self-directed, but made in the context of knowing she was going to that Vogue office.

you hit the nail on the head.

i disagree with her that interesting clothing is so terribly hard to find for 30-somethings. and i also do not understand why, to her, getting older or moving to the country MUST involve converting your wardrobe to staid classics only...

what, really, is the point of this article? :unsure:
 
Hmmm kind of a sad article, isn't it? :unsure:
And somewhat strange for someone who worked at Vogue...
 
interesting and so sad :(
It is odd that having worked at vogue she was not able to find the true answer but merely adressed the problem...
 
nice article.

i think she is just reflecting on her old wardrobe and style in light of a new lifestyle. kind of sentimental. :flower:
 

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