Currently, while looking for stylish business looks for a City client's shoot, I am searching for a glamorus evening dress for moi. You'd think stylish looks for the City ould be easy, but on the highstreet, it seems, the nearest the design teams get to the City is via Sex And.
British fashion is less about dressing anyone for serious work unlike, say, Donna Karan, Calvin Klein and Diane Von Furstenberg. Here it's sell, sell, sell vests, shorts and teeny tunics that, quite alarmingly, are being worn as the shortest dresses. (Economists, take note, such miniscule thigh high tunics could be a sign of rising stocks as in the 80s and 60s - or could be just a sign that girls can't afford the trousers to go with them.)
As for evening glamour, well, unless you're minted, it's more drab than fab. I am tempted by a 70s velvet singlet dress with mermaid hem that I have on my vintage rail, but I am going to a very chic wedding in Spain where vintage is usually only applied to a good Rioja.
Of course, there are more maxi dresses on the highstreet, at the moment, than women going on holiday to Greece, this summer. But most are too beachy. I ordered a brilliantly cut red jersey knotted-front dress from Phase Eight (the first time ever I have bought from this label). It is a perfect dress but I felt like, if I opened my mouth, people would post letters; and I couldn't figure out how to split with seam in the skirt to look less like a postbox.
I need more OMG glamour - and it's not as if any glam frock will do.
I am on a mission...