Tuesday, March 27, 2007

You Can Leave Your Hat On



I am rebellious by nature. I learn about an anthology collection, and rather than dive into the stated theme, I try my best only to dip in my pinkie toe. Or to barely brush my lips across it. Sometimes this works. Sometimes I flame out.

But Sex & Fashion, I chose myself. And yet, as soon as I began to consider the topic, my mind strayed from dressing up to stripping down. (This is a theme close to my heart, as well. Check out my collection: Naked Erotica.)

Here is my dilemma: I love getting dolled up. My closet brims with dresses and blouses and boots and heels. My underwear drawer is an explosion of color, lace, silks, and satin. I remember what I wore on all sorts of important days and dates. Copper-colored panties on a first date with a movie star. Gold mini dress and white fringed go-go boots when I worked in casting. My “magic dress” — tight and black, with sterling buttons down the front, on many, many occasions. (Tacky now. Sexy then.) I contemplate my clothes the way a costume designer would, choosing my outfits with extreme care.

Oh, Cinderella
They aren’t sluts like you
Beautiful garbage beautiful dresses

—Courtney Love

On my very first date, when I was 12, I wore a turquoise t-shirt, pegged jeans, and my father’s forest green flannel overshirt. My eyeliner matched the tee- and I had on candy-colored lipgloss that tasted as good as it looked.

When I met Brock four years later, I was in jeans and an oversized football jacket covered with rhinestone pins. I’d purchased the jacket at a thrift store in the Haight (Aaardvark’s Odd Ark, to be precise) for $7.00. Completing the outfit, I wore a man’s navy ring on a watch-fob chain around my neck, and a thin blue bowling shirt with the name Dominic embroidered over the pocket. I had on three different silver ID bracelets (Tom, Dick, and Harry) and so much purple eye makeup my dad said I looked like a raccoon.

Just like fashion it's a passion for the with it and hip...
—Smash Mouth

But I’m with a man now who can’t wait to get my clothes off me. The fancier my attire, the quicker his libido rises. Am I off to meet an important editor, dressed to the nines in some spiffy suit? Perfect. He’s going to take me down a notch first, make me all rumpled with a quick, pre-meeting fuck, so that my makeup is smeared and my shirt is wrinkled, and I have the taste of cock on my lips.

A night out with the girls? Wearing my favorite shimmery frock and bright blue fishnet stockings? Lovely. Just let him rip a hole down the side of the hose, so that they ladder further and further throughout the evening, creating that trashy slut look he’s after.

Fashion – Turn to the left
Fashion - Turn to the right
—Bowie

So that’s sex and fashion in our twisted world…. I become fashionable. He wants to have sex.

But Sam’s not the first who fully confounded my sense of style. Kelly, he of the midnight shift at the grocery store. He of the barren cave apartment with no books. He...well, he didn’t have use for me in the slightest when I showed up in my best dress-for-success outfits: crisp white blouses, pencil skirts, high stacked heels. Trying to look older than 18 to impress the writers on the newspaper where I worked. It wasn’t until I came in at a quarter to midnight, in cut-offs and a tight t-shirt, fully drenched in sky blue paint that he took notice.

I needed to be demolished, before he could see me. Really see me.

I'm too sexy for my shirt
Too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts

—Right Said Fred

I had to be slightly mussed around the edges before he wanted to fuck me. If I was clean, he made me dirty. If I started out dirty, he made me filthier still.

I wish she'd take off all her clothes
No Doubt

Throughout the years, only one of my men was truly interested in fashion—consumed with putting on my clothes as opposed to taking them off. Hunter was my editor on the newspaper, my Pygmalion. He changed my entire sense of style, turning me from goth girl to girl Friday. He was why I had those pencil skirts and white blouses, why I wore my hair the way I did, wore my make-up in the style of his choosing. He is featured in "Edit Me,” and there are certain items in my wardrobe that I can’t wear without getting wet from memories of him. Of the way he’d tilt his head and take in my whole look, before making some minor persnickety adjustment. It was as important to him what went on my body as what he ultimately took off.

I want a girl with a short skirt,
And a long, long jacket

—Cake

Sex and fashion, is the theme I pitched.
Sex and fashion, is the topic I chose.
When all along, what I really wanted to talk about was undressing and standing naked, once more, before you.

Baby, take off your dress.
Yes, yes, yes.

—Randy Newman

XXX,
Alison

P.S. Now you…your most delicious outfit. Your most decadent example of how you put it on, or how you took it off. We’re giving away a copy of Naked Erotica to one lucky poser… I mean poster.

P.P.S. When I lived in L.A., I had a shirt that said something like: It doesn’t matter who you are, it’s what you wear, because when it all comes down to it, nobody cares who you are…. I wore that shirt until it fucking distinegrated.

Note: The picture above is "Bis" by Pamela Hanson and is available here.

54 comments:

Terri said...

I have this dress...

I bout it for $10 at H&M. I wear it for one occasion only - screenings of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

It's strapless, black, and slinky. The hem looks like someone took a large pair of shears and attacked it. The longest point comes no longer than the knee, and the shortest comes daringly mid-thigh. It has green glitter all over it.

I wear it with my hair slicked back into a tight bun under a black velvet newsboy cap, silver hoops dangling from my ears, and a black ribbon choker around my neck. I always wear too much eyeshadow and liner, shimmer on my cheekbones, and bright red lipstick.

I've worn it with caramel colored knee-high leather boots, with fishnets, and with stiletto heels.

Whenever I wear it, I walk taller, strut prouder. I know that it isn't the outfit making me look hot...

I make this look good.

Alison Tyler said...

Oh, god, Rocky Horror...

Would you believe that I have the disc in my DVD player right now? Total coincidence... Still madly in love with Tim Curry after all these years... or, really, not sure if I want to fuck him or be him...

The outfit sounds daring and amazing, Terri... wish we could see it...

XXX,
Alison

Anonymous said...

As I look in my closet I see that I just have to get that L.A. shirt. I don't think I'd care if it disintegrated, I'd wear the rags.
Yours with coffee and lust,
Rachel

Isabel said...

Fabulous At 53

If you really want to know a woman’s age
Look
At her Hands.

In a strange inversion
The less attractive I get
The more uninhibited
I become.

Note to myself:
Wear short skirts,
The legs are the last to go.

My toes show
Hardly any signs of age
At all.


My best look is still sprayed on jeans and tee. Black brings out my black and white hair and dark eyes.

Ciao,
Isabel

Olivia Knight said...

Hold on - let me just put on my flak-jacket and my bullet-proof mask before I say this... I hate clothes-shopping. The only thing I hate more is shoe-shopping. I love looking good, but everything about the process - the browsing, trying on, choosing, buying - it makes the hair on my neck stand up. So for many years I happily lived in cast-offs, and shared clothes with my cousin. I'm 5 ft 8, she's 5 ft. Her little dresses are very little on me indeed...

One of my favourite clothes moments, though: the Halloween dress-up competition in a club. I wore my cousins little white satin nightie, so it came half an inch below the waterline; trashy Victorian-consumptive make-up with a white face, smeary red blusher, huge dark rings round my eyes, and fuck-me-red lipstick; long black gloves; a feather boa; and six-inch heels. I got 4 CDs for being "best-dressed" but I think it was for being *least* dressed.

And to add to Alison's lyrics - James:
"You're falling, you're falling, falling from your god-like distance
You're fashion, just fashion, fashion doesn't keep"

Fashion may not keep, but being insufficiently dressed never goes out of style...

Nikki Magennis said...

Oh Alison,

You really inspire me! I used to dress up all the time - (exhibit A), but lately I'm wearing the writer's uniform (completely a-sexual nightshirt and thermal socks) far too often.

I love having a theme for dressing up. That could be Spanish (what my mother calls my 'tart's dress'), Rock or Japanese eccentric.

Laddered tights are always good - ditto chipped nail polish. I like the deshabille look. Mussed hair, rubbed off make-up, fucked shoes.

Actually, that's about as close to glamorous as I get...

Nikki Magennis said...

Olivia! Me too! I hate clothes shopping. But riffling through the junk at charity shops - now that is fun. Some reason other people's clothes are always better...

Nikki H said...

Olivia...ditto, re clothes and shoe shopping.

I just don't get it.

I wouldn't know the difference between Manolo Blahniks or Jimmy Choos or whatever they're called and only buy stuff when the rest of it is about to fall off me.

I did go out once, though, in a mid-thigh black, skin-tight dress, hold-up stockings and killer heels to collect my husband from a bar once.

I'd no underwear on, as my husband had requested and driving home, my skirt rode up even more every time I had to change gear.

My hubby was so turned on by the time we got home...!

Nikki Magennis said...

Oh, and may I chip in with some lyrics too? I'd like to put the whole song, but I'll restrain myself:

Put on that dress
I'm going out dancing
Starting off red
Clean and sparkling he'll see me
Music playing make it dreamy for dancing
Must be a way that i can dress to please him
It's hard to walk in the dress, it's not easy
I'm spilling over like a heavy loaded fruit tree
...
Filthy tight, the dress is filthy
I'm falling flat and my arms are empty
Clear the way better get it out of this room
A falling woman in dancing costume


- From 'Dress' by PJ Harvey

Olivia Knight said...

Nikki & Nikki (so many people I like are called Nikki, by the way!) - YAY YAY YAY I'm not the only one I'm not a man in reluctant secondhand drag! And oh YEAH to charity shops and second hand shops... They're just so much less threatening. It becomes more like a scavenger hunt / piratical quest than a scene from Sex And The City. (Did anyone else read Men - Mars - Women - Venus? I did, just so I could hate it in an informed way, and it's the only book I would advocate being burned. After explaining at great length how men need their 'caves' he suggested that women spend that time shopping. Um - feminist critique anyone of the production of women as consumer not producer?)

Right - I must stop consuming all my time and go produce some word counts...

Olivia Knight said...

P.S. Having said all that - well, I never said I wasn't a hypocrite. I do like clothes. Like money, it's just the getting-it process that can be painful... I did actually force myself out shopping the other day, with a friend, and discovered the shops are full of baby-doll dresses (great for hiding stomachs!). She picked up a gingham one with little pockets and says "Is this the kind of thing you want? Sort of faux-innocent schoolgirl slut charm?" Oh, what it is to be understood.

Nikki H said...

I agree, Olivia. It's the 'getting' of the clothes. having to actually go out and trawl around the shops until I see something that fits and suits me.

Have to confess to actually shopping for clobber online just lately. (Clobber means clothes for those that are currently frowning and going 'huh?')

Got a great black jacket reduced in a sale recently. It looks brilliant on and even better...makes me feel really beautiful and confident.

Now then, if only I could find a haircut to do the same...

Janine Ashbless said...

I'm joining the Olivia squad too! I only shop in charity shops. Until, that is, I got this invite to a certain Virgin party in London and decided that just for one night I needed not to look like a hippie slob...

Someone said on a recent blog comment that women don't dress up to pull men, they do it to impress other women. I liked that a lot.

Janine Ashbless said...

Here's an 18th Century riddle:

"Of fancy born, of folly bred,
From foreign countries hither led:
My form and shape I often change,
Am really nothing; yet,'tis strange,
By all caress'd, by all admir'd,
In wealth and poverty desir'd;
And tho' brought up by wisdom's foe,
I much of wisdom in me show:
For by my fleeting, changing state,
I make all money circulate.
I am no sooner known to be,
Than all the great take leave of me,
And I'm a mere non-entity.
To have me, all, their cares employ,
But when possess'd I quickly cloy."

The answer of course is "Fashion".

Portia Da Costa said...

I have no delicious outfits. When I leave the house, to meet people, I wear black, from head to foot, with no exceptions. When I'm in the house, I dress like a sack of potatoes with a bad sense of style... I don't possess a skirt or a high heel and I like everything to be covered up as much as possible. [a good thing, I hear those who've met me say...]

But my female characters wear all the beautiful, flimsy, sexy and skimpy things that I cannot. They wear the drop dead outfits that I'd look a fool in. They often wear fabulous luxurious clothes that I could never afford, which they've acquired either by fair means or foul...

I do *love* fashion, and I've made quite a study of it... but I just can't *wear* it. :)

Olivia Knight said...

Dressing fashionably is to impress other women, I'd agree. But wearing low tops or short skirts is for men's benefit. I think that's my one fashion rule: it's a low top OR a short skirt; either is sexy; both is a wobbly tart who's trying too hard. (My own rule, btw; doesn't mean other people can't get away with it) And yes - um - the reason I was in the shops was also because of an upcoming party...
Picture this scene: the Black Lace hareem meet the Nexus men. The former dolled up in a gorgeous variety of sexy styles; the latter presumably bare-chested and golden with well placed latex and leather. All this image needs is a circus master standing in the middle twirling his whip. C'mon, let me dream!

Does anyone else dress remotely 'in character' when writing? I often wear clothing that feels in the right sort of mood for something. (I don't write hard-core S&M scenes, for anyone who's choking on their lunch imagining me hovering above my keyboard in a harness, leg restraints and a dog-collar)

Nikki Magennis said...

Avoid Clothes That Don't Meet in The Middle. There, that's my fashion rule...

Madelynne Ellis said...

Clothes shopping -- yeek! Only if I have too. My wardrobe consists of jeans and v-necked t-shirts that are practical for dealing with children in.

Actually, that's not strictly true, my wardrobe is really full of LRP costume. My favourite is a recreation of a 1900's evening dress that I made myself. All that tight lacing and the hooks and eyes, and trailing skirt... magically. I can do anything in that dress, and oh, how I love the expressions on other people's faces. It's one of the few occasions when I can turn heads.

Madelynne Ellis said...

Hmm, just thinking, the fact that it's rather low-cut might have something to do with that.

Janine Ashbless said...

I once got leered at by Oliver Dickinson when in LRP costume.

(You have to be a real gamer geek to be impressed by that one. Anyone remember "Runequest"?)

It was a black leather basque with fur trim, black lycra leggings with cross-laced sides, a sort of leather loincloth/bumflap thing with tribal silver decoration, black suede thighboots. And a big ... rubber ... sword.

Yep, absolutely every sexy item of clothing I have ever worn has been in an LRP context. My favourite is my Pirate Gal costume - which I always wear with no knickers, ahem.

Alison Tyler said...

Laddered tights are always good - ditto chipped nail polish. I like the deshabille look. Mussed hair, rubbed off make-up, fucked shoes.

Nikki, I love this look... I think the slept in your clothes, or already been fucked look is very, very sexy...

oes anyone else dress remotely 'in character' when writing?

And Olivia, oh my god, I totally started to dress like Nora in WOWY while I was writing that. I had all sorts of items bookmarked on my computer as things I wanted, when really they were much more suitable for her.

What I wanted most was the jewelry on this site, especially the turn-table....

Alison Tyler said...

When I leave the house, to meet people, I wear black, from head to foot...

My artist, who is also one of my very best friends, does this, too, Wendy. She calls it her "armor." She is always in black from top to foot. I think she looks amazing... When I lived in L.A., I wore almost all black, but now... my closet is a rainbow.

Shopping to me equals thriftstore browsing. I've been doing that since I was about 12. Good Will, Wasteland, Aaadvark's. I only really wanted to learn to drive so I could take my friends to the city (SF) to shop on the Haight.

Our favorite place sold clothes by the pound. You could get about ten bowling shirts for six dollars.

For some reason, I get a strange thrill wearing clothes with other people's names...

May said...

Ah yes, clothes. Isn't that such a wonderfully quintessentially girltalk topic?

I think that most of us have items in our closet that we think make us look especially good, and hence feel sexier and better about ourselves as a result.

But as much as I adore my tights, it's really shoes that make the outfit for me. I just feel better when my shoes fit me exactly (usually they are too big).

Olivia Knight said...

I take it thriftstore is much the same as charity shop? My favourite piece of secondhand clothing was bought secondhand by my aunt when I was 13, worn for several years, passed on to my tiny cousin, and eventually found its way to me when I was twenty. It was sleeveless, v-necked, and black - it started very late, and although it came down to my knees it had a slit right back up practically to my hip. It was also quite fitting, and almost threadbare enough to be see-through. It went particularly well with my "hyper-retro makeup" look - ie. yesterday's makeup with a pattering of powder and the eyes painted over again.
Hmm, all this makes me wonder why I make such an effort to be groomed these days. Looking like a slattern is such fun.

Alison Tyler said...

Yes, thriftstore and charity shop must be interchangeable... I could spend hours in them...

Love the description "hyper-retro." And love, love, love baby doll dresses.

I get stuck in the past with my favorite fashions. I adored that look in the 90s of strappy dresses over tees with docs. Just worshipped that look.

When I worked as a masseuse, I wore the oddest combos. Black bike shorts with lace were in to wear under sheet dresses with little tanks. I wore them with funky tights and purple cowboy boots.

Crazy.

Olivia Knight said...

Oh, dear, my not-so-latant narciccism has been tapped and now you'll never get me to shut up.
I hope the deshabille / sweet disorder in the dress that kindles such wantonness theory also applies to hair. I know white girls aren't supposed to get dreadlocks, but what else do I call these self-forming snakes? And if I take a brush to it, it looks like I'm wearing a candyfloss wig. I tried a comb once and it was never seen again - probably still in there somewhere...
Given that we all seem to be such devotees of shabby-chic - how do you dress your characters? Mostly I only describe the clothes of the nasty female characters in my books. I've always felt uncomfortable reading erotica where the central heroine is always impossibly stylish - "She slipped on her favourite little gucci top with a cornflower blue miniskirt that exactly matched her eyes, and completed the outfit with strappy sandals which enhanced her tiny feet." Bleurgh. If I can't believe she's me, how can her getting shagged rotten do anything for me? So I try to leave my heroines a little more to the imagination.

Alison Tyler said...

Years ago, I worked as a personal assistant for a woman who wrote romance novels. She would tear out pages from magazines and post them around her office for inspiration of what her different characters might wear.

But I loved her closet. She had the best clothes in the world. I still think about that walk-in emporium whenever I'm looking for inspiration...

When she met my parents at one point, she wore little riding jodhpurs and a tight white t-shirt to emphasize her (not so real) breasts. My father had a difficult time breathing through lunch.

Nikki Magennis said...

Speaking of characters, here's a snip from 'Housebound' (Sex in Public):

'I’m wearing one of my rather bedraggled, risque outfits. A slip that should be a nightgown, but I like the silky feel of it so I wear it round the house. Thin straps. No bra, so my tits are nearly exposed, shaking with the sudden shock of feeling the cool evening air against my skin. A lace skirt, with a rip in the side. It’s nearly see-through anyway, and the rip shows the curve of my thigh, high up, near my ass. I’d put on make up this morning, one of the things I do when I’m whiling away the hours ‘til he gets home, but now it’s kind of smudged, so I guess I’m sitting there perched on the bonnet like a delicate version of Courtney Love, undone, shivering, barely clothed.'

Deshabille 'r' us. (She's sitting on a car bonnet, by the way, not a hat. I'm not sure if it works out of context!)

I had loads of fun in Circus Excite with all the costumes. I make storyboards sometimes with pictures from fashion magazines and newspapers. Bit like playing with paper dolls. Strange occupation, writing...

rayandyoda said...

Hottest thing I ever saw on a very gorgeous friend of mine was: this black, knee length sun dress with spagetti straps and she was wearing flipflops with her toes painted this burgundy color. Not only did it give me a hard on then it still does today just thinking about that outfit. Best part for me was I also knew she did not like to wear panties when wearing this dress.

Any woman wearing fishnet stocking who has great legs also great for the libido.

Raymond

Portia Da Costa said...

Hey, Alison... yes, I get your friend's 'armour' thing. I think my black-wearing is similar... With my short bleached blond hair, the look is loosely modeled on Rutger Hauer as he was in Blade Runner or as the Guinness Man, long, long ago...

Sexy on him, not so much on me! :) But it's sort of perennial, 'fuck fashion, I can't be arsed...' and slimming!!!

Alison Tyler said...

Oh, wow, two of my favorite movies mentioned today: Rocky Horror and Blade Runner. :)

And Rutger Hauer... mmmm...

I think that could be a tee-shirt by the way:

"Fuck Fashion"

:)

Portia Da Costa said...

Yes, it works both ways...

Fuck Fashion - fuck fashion because I'm too wild to care about trends...

Fuck Fashion - clothes to fuck in or to initiate a fuck with...

LOL

Karl Friedrich Gauss said...

As a guy, the less I can think about what I wear and how I look, the better I like it. But I do like nice clothes on women – I realize it's a bit of a double standard there, but hey... I like your take on fashion – that clothes are like the wrapping on a package – beautiful, but there to be removed. And the more beautiful the art of the fashion – the greater the drama of its removal. But what about the case of your “already damaged and distressed” look that goes over so well with guys. It must be a case of “the opposite is also true”. And let's not forget that tyranny of fashion (or is that “faschion”). Does it fulfil submissive tendencies in the women who “follow” it? I wonder.

Karl Friedrich Gauss said...

And furthermore, am I stating the obvious when I say that women's fashion magazines are not particularly appealing or sexy for guys to look at. Unlike for instance, Victoria's Secret catalogs. I've wondered about this. Do I conclude that most fashion is not about making yourself appealing to guys, or that fashion is some kind of inside game women play with each other. Or what?

Alison Tyler said...

How funny, because I had the opposite concept the other day. I love, love, love Esquire magazine. All of it, except the fashion ads. If you look at the ads in Esquire, just about all of the male models are twiggy thin and effeminate looking.

No rugged guys.
No rugged clothes.

I know the magazine is geared towards men. But I don't know any men who would want to look like the guys in the ads.

Or is it just me?

Olivia Knight said...

Er - no - I think Esquire must be geared towards me. Twiggy thin and effeminate looking? Dear lord, bring 'em on! There's room in my bed for, ooh, let's see, twenty?
All those hipbones - mmm...

Alison Tyler said...

Heh, heh, Olivia... all right, so Esquire is for you...

But where is my magazine? The one with the firefighters and commercial fishermen and men who have been up for two days straight with stubble and well-worn jeans...

And where are my pics of guys a bit older than 19...

Oh, wait... here's Vanity Fair to answer my prayers... with James Gandolfini on the cover, looking as if he's about to turn the model over his lap and....

Emerald said...

I once heard Dolly Parton say in an interview that she really liked the look of the "town tramp" when she was a kid. She asked her mom about her, and her mom said, "Well, honey, that's just the town tramp." But Dolly said she didn't know what that meant, and it didn't matter to her -- she just loved the way she looked: the long nails, the big hair, the tight bright clothes, etc. As someone who's been dressing like a whore approximately since I was old enough to know what one was, I have always loved that story. I also am quite attracted to the bright/shiny/short/tight/glittery end of things when it comes to what I wear (80's fashion was great for me!!).

For Halloween 2005 I dressed up as a bee (it was an "adult" bee costume...). I wore black fishnet tights and black vinyl thigh-high boots, and when I stopped by my friend's house after the party I'd been to, he ripped my fishnets right in half and fucked me in my costume -- wings and all. ;)

Emerald

Alison Tyler said...

Oh, Emerald, isn't that the perfect name for a story...

"Wings and All"

Hmmm... what book could we put it in?

Alison

Emerald said...

Oh, and I forgot -- I don't know how many readers listen to country, but here's my lyrics offering on the subject:

Them pantyhose ain't gonna last too long
if the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
she might come home in a tablecloth
yeah tequila makes her clothes fall off...

(Joe Nichols "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off")

Emerald :)

Karl Friedrich Gauss said...

How about "I" is for "Insects" (insexxx)?

Emerald said...

That's very flattering coming from you, Alison -- you just let me know, and I'll do my best to write it! ;)

Alison Tyler said...

Sorry Karl,
I is for Indecent...

Kate Pearce said...

I'm a bit weird about clothes. I love high fashion, watch ANTM and Project Runway whenever I can-and then dress like a fat frumpy soccer mom for the majority of my days.

But in my closet, wrapped up in tissue paper, or in their own little cloth bags are my 'pretties'. I have a fine collection of LV, Lulu Guinness, Gucci, etc handbags and some very nice Issey Miyake.

Do I wear them? About 1 week of the year...do I care? Nope, although everyone is always hassling me to let the pretties out-why should I? They are special and not to be treated like normal clothes.

I did say I was weird right? I think it comes from a combination of having 5 sisters who would literally rip clothes off your body if they thought they'd look better in it than you did, and having 5 sisters so money was tight and I got a lot of hand-me-downs so new things were only 'for best'.

Favorite thing ever until I LOST IT? My black Issey Miyake cardigan. Tiny, covered in flat feather like folds until you put it on and every piece popped out and bristled like a hedgehog's spines. Only problem was that people always wanted to touch it-and I don't like people touching me.

Alison Tyler said...

Hi Kate,

Oooh, I like the term -- your "pretties" --

For my 25th birthday I bought myself my most expensive item of clothing ever, a $250 Gautier top. It's almost sheer and it shows a woman getting a tattoo. It's just divine, and I keep it all wrapped up. In fact, I'd like to frame it with the arms outstretched over my bed. If I get clever, I'll take a picture and post it.

Last year, I bought $400 Gucci pumps. I bought them for the color. They were orchid. I say "were" because I returned them. I would never have worn them.

Adam said I should have simply put them on display. God, they were pretty.

One of my next posts will be on guilty pleasures... I think there may be a little overlap... because of my boots... my Docs... my lipsticks....

Sorry for the loss of your sweater!

Alison Tyler said...

Um, when I say my most expensive item... I meant, of course, until I bought the Gucci pumps. But they don't count, right? Because I returned them...

Emerald said...

That's funny Kate -- I love wearing intriguingly-textured clothing just so people will touch me. ;)

One of my favorite shirts right now is a little white tank top that says "I Fuck Anything That Moves, So Don't Fidget." I have to be pretty selective about where/when I wear it, of course, but oh how I love it when the opportunity arises!

Alison Tyler said...

What an awesome shirt, Emerald. I love tee-shirts. Aside from my L.A. one, my favorites have been a white one with SINNER in big red letters and a very tight scarlet Sex Pistols one I wear quite a lot. And all of my JunkFood tees, which I'd consider going back for in a flaming building.

My favorite site for tees. God, I could spend all my spare cash here... aside from the $$$ I lose to lipsticks and boots.

Anonymous said...

How delicious your description of you and your guys x fashion, Ali!

I'm not gonna go into my fascination for lingerie and shoes in different colors and models that stuff my closet and make my partner smile. I'd just like to close my eyes now and focus on a special kind of fetish: that shabby grunge Johny Depp look that he wears like nobody else in the world. What a hot dream!

Cheers,

Tessa

Nikki Magennis said...

OOOooooooh Issey Miyake.

Yesssss.

My favourite ever ever ever item of clothing is a semi-transparent Diesel T. It's neon orange, with a psychedelic swirly picture on the front and the words 'In Full Bloom'. It's semi transparent because I've worn it so often....

Other thought - watching a man get dressed for work. Hair wet from the shower, in just a white shirt and knickers, doing up his silver cufflinks.

On a man, I love the sharp dressed but scruffy at the edges look - shined leather shoes. With pointed toes and laces. A pin stripe suit, fitted. Tailored.
But stubble. And sideburns. Oh yes.

Now I can't stop thinking about clothes. Emerald - love the T shirt!

Alison Tyler said...

Nikki,

Your story The '76 Revolution -- is one of the best clothes stories I've read! And now people will be able to read it. In Love at First Sting!

Congrats on that...
XXX,
Alison

kristina lloyd said...

On the internet, nobody knows you're wearing pyjamas.

Another fab post, Alison. Sorry I missed all the fun. I feel I'm just yanking my knickers on here while everyone else is applying their final slick of lipstick.

Anyone seen my bra?

Alison Tyler said...

What's it look like, Kristina?

I have so many hanging from my chandelier, I'm not sure if one is yours or not.

Nikki Magennis said...

Why thank you, Ms Tyler! I'm delighted.

And Kristina, Kristina. Look at you. You've put the bra on over your pyjamas and your skirt's tucked into your knickers. Shall I call Trinny and Susannah, or will you just take it all off and start again? Hmm?