My mum may not share the same penchant as I do for dressing up, but she does take a keen interest in my sartorial adventures. We don’t always agree on what constitutes an acceptable outfit though. I recently dug out the DKNY tights that I bought with Jesca all those years ago during one of our shopping adventures in LA. The back of my left leg had a rip all the way down to the ankle due to wear and tear. I thought it gave my tights character. Mum, on the other hand, was horrified.
She tolerated the rip throughout the photo-taking, but finally broke down and insisted that I change in the car to show the rip in front instead of in the back (“it looks more intentional if it’s in front,” she said). It was no big deal to me, and quite frankly, pretty hilarious that she was so affronted by the imperfection, so I humoured her. It’s been a long time since I’ve attempted the art of ninja-changing in a moving vehicle anyway. Exciting stuff.
Turned out that Mum was right in that the rip looked way better on the front than on the back of my legs. Mothers – they always know what’s right.
Outfit photos assisted by Mum.