So I guess some people may have cottoned on to the fact that I’m a little bit scruffy around the edges. Don’t get me wrong – I polish up good sometimes, (when the occassion arises), but generally – being constrained by a bike and having a healthy appreciation for tracksuits and hoodies (c’maaaan, I like to go to the gym), well it means that I’m not often as glamourous looking as I might like to be. Is that a load of jaws dropping? Yes people: I am a scruff-urchin. But that don’t stop a gal from dreaming. And when I saw the Tom Ford A/W line, my heart – she went a-thumpin’.
The line is dripping with sophistication, sexuality and sensuality. Pure animal magnetism. The fur, the lace, the leather! The curves, the sculpture, the haughtiness! All modelled by a series of temptresses; seductive ladies of the night. These ladies have dark secrets and refined tastes; they have killer curves and sad eyes.
Now to practicality – in what context will this work for me? I am not the wife of a British footballer, Russian oligarch or American tycoon and so don’t have the luxury of popping down to the shops for my pint of milk in Tom Ford. Exactly how provocative can your wedding dress be? The last clutch of shots – the floor-length gowns, full of slinky and lace – perfect templates for wedding dresses non? They even have high necks and long-sleeves. Demure and seductive – BOOM. Although I imagine having the body type of Bambi might be necessary for such constructs. Hmmmm, this life of glamour…it requires some level of strategy and determination. P’raps I’ll just slip back into my trackies while I think about this.
