Whenever I get an invite with a dress code, it gives me an instant panic attack, especially when it is one that ends with ‘tie’. You see, I am not a dressy person… And so I usually end up trying to come up with a good excuse to just not attend the event, but sometimes you get one you can not refuse. A few weeks ago I got an invite to Vogue’s Queens Ball, to celebrate the ‘birth’ of our new queen, Máxima. It was only a few days before that my eye spotted the dress code: black tie. Oh dear, what the h*** am I going to wear?
My dream dress was easily found at Balenciaga, yes the black one with the pink ruffles, aahhh. But since I am not the one to splurge almost 6k (I mean you could travel around the world with an amount like that, just not in a fancy dress) on a dress that I am probably only going to wear once and then sleep in it for the rest of my life, I had to search elsewhere.
And so I ended up in this gorgeous black dress from Rika, likely the only floor length dress you will ever see me wear, but still perfectly ‘me’.
Dress, Rika; Shoes, Prada; Clutch, Giorgio Armani; Lipstick, Chanel Rouge Allure.
Pictures by Liza Chloë van Duyn.
Now that we have a scooter to navigate around the city, this hoodie tied around my waist was more of a functional choice than a fashionable one, since higher speed means more wind which equals instant cold. Yes, I could have easily put on an angora jumper or a snugly coat, but spring sprung a while ago in my books and I might as well try to live up to it – despite the fact that the temperature is still not cooperating.
All this tying makes me wonder though, was I ever a non-functional dresser anyway? I mean, apart from wearing uncomfortable heels every now and then and a belt because it is pretty rather than wearing it as a necessity, I very rarely wear things that do not have an obvious role. Hence the minor amount of details and the non-schmuck kind of way that I dress…I guess.
This does not mean I get dressed just for the sake of getting dressed – exceptions aside (forgive me as I work from home and my pj’s are so damn comfy) – I do like to get dressed as if I am going to wipe the delivery woman off her feet while I sign for my packages. Hmm, maybe I will take this as a personal challenge, to add a little something of non-functionality to my daily wear-ables.