Firstly I would like to apologise for my prolonged absence here, four months is far too long to neglect anything, least of all one’s blog. So I offer my sincere apologies along with a promise-perhaps a new year’s resolution as it were-to try to post more regularly.
So with that out the way we can get down to business. Pink. Yes, pretty pastel pink. I want some. Yes I do. Why? Because I have spent the last three and a half months wrapped up in black leather leggings, a selection of silk blouses-all hailing from a muted palette-black wedge heeled boots and a black cashmere cocoon coat (all which I adore, don’t get me wrong) so I think it may be time to prettify a little.
So the pretty shade of pink, heavy with traditional notions of femininity, it is a hue which can evoke strange behaviours. I think as we continue to hurtle through the noughties (I know it’s a shit, awful term, but bear with me) pink is perhaps no longer the go-to shade for innocent, doe-eyed, daddy’s girls, but rather it seems to now be le couleur du jour for every tawdry, tacky type we have the misfortune to set eyes upon. Case in point, that awful Jordan creature. It seems she has attempted to claim this shade as her own-stamping it upon everything within her own little skewed domain- in order to apply some ill-thought through, ‘ironic’, innocent girly twist on her apparent guttural lifestyle. Simply dreadful.
So I want to make it quite clear that when I suggest that I may be taking the rouge route this spring, I will definitely not be stopping at Jordan Junction. Rather, I plan on emulating this divine creature above (originally seen here). Just look at that outfit, it is every kind of right and yes that ever there was. And I know why, it is the pink, that oh-so-pretty pinch of pink done the cool-girl way, like-let’s face it-only a Parisian can.
So I think you can guess what is at the top of my springtime wish list? Yup, pink cigarette pants. Oh, just to this very phrase is so, so chic! Cigarette pants have recently enjoyed a touch of resurgence (hang on, perhaps they were never really off-trend?) in recent years due to every young bonnie lass declaring that she loves Audrey Hepburn and thus trying to work a little Audrey, circa Funny Face. This is no bad thing as every street needs a touch of Audrey’s emblematic chic, so this is truly tres bien. So whilst finding elegant, timeless black cigarette pants is an effortless undertaking, sourcing her pink counterpart is perhaps a little more arduous. That is until now…
Recently, I discovered little-known Singaporean label Raoul, and my springtime fashion dreams were answered. This season they have designed the chicest pair of pastel pink cigarette pants, and I for one am gonna get me some! I am afraid that you will just have to take my word on this, as I have searched the internet high and low for an image of these aforementioned beauties, but to no avail. However I can say, hand on my heart, they are showcased in the Raoul SS11 print lookbook, so I have not lost my mind and am just making this all up!
I discovered Raoul a few months ago when their AW10 collection was delivered to Matches, and I was instantly seduced by the strong, solid colours, sumptuous fabrics, clean lines, simple styling and effortless aesthetic which suggested to me (when done right) could add up to an European-chic, Bond-girl esque kinda cool.
Admittedly, some of the pieces are rather wet, made to look better than they actually are by the fact that they are modelled by ultra-fit girls who have that French, couldn’t give a shit kinda cool thing off to a tee. But, that said, by and large this is an undeniably elegant label which one can dip-in and out of, securing pretty, versatile pieces as she goes. And they offer pink cigarette pants! What’s not to love? Now, just to source the perfect complementary camel cashmere sweater. I think I saw a Balenciaga one just the other day which would be oh-so perfect….