Something borrowed (Part 1)
When reading a review of Haider Ackerman’s latest collection, I stumbled over the following sentence: “You love the idea that she would steal the clothes from her husband,” he said, before correcting himself: ”Her lover, not her husband.” A certain image is brought up: The sun filters through the curtains. She wakes up. Slightly tousled hair. Well, tousled just the right amount of tousled. No need for a brush whatsoever. She stands up, tiptoes into the kitchen and grabs a cup of coffee. His shirt is hanging casually on the back of the chair. She spontaneously picks it up and throws it on. She grabs his jeans, slightly oversized yet just the perfect fit. One hour later she is sitting with him in a café, sipping on a cappucino and tearing a flaky croissant apart. She looks utterly relaxed. The epitome of someone laid back.
It is just one version of many images which belong to some sort of a fantasy and they all found their way into our minds the moment menswear found its way into the woman’s closet. The idea, stealing shamelessly from your boyfriend’s array of clothes, is two things: really alluring and not as new as you might think. Alluring simply because looking laid back and good is not as easy as it might sound. Not really new, because there is a history of women who broke the rules and that was not just five years ago. A third point should be added to the list: If it is well executed, a menswear item (or even several for that matter) can not only make her look that much more interesting. It can make her look incredibly cool and underline her femininity a lot more than the usual clichés. Something I am really sure about is that the subject deserves more than just one post, so this would make the post a nice introduction. In the next episodes we are going to flip a little trough the history and explore some well executed examples on this matter. Because as much as introducing menswear pieces into your life can do wonders, it can also go fabulouly wrong. And that would be much more of a nightmare than a fantasy. Nobody wants to sit in a café and look like they have run out of clothes to wear because it is laundry day.
Images: Martien Mulder