I have always wanted to take a road trip through middle America. Due to a disappointing lack of funds, I will have to settle for a make believe fashion trip and a highway of inspiration instead. A recent re-watching of “Thelma and Louise” and and trip to see “Shotgun Stories” have merely fueled this current obsession with my (probably highly inaccurate) sartorial vison of small town America. In my head there is a low sun and heat haze shining through metallics in ice cream colours.
Battered cars rattle with girls in threadbare slips and corkscew curls drinking whisky straight from the bottle. There is denim, pale and shredded, while magpie sparkles catch the blazing sun. Fringing trails along the ground as golden lockets sear the skin of heartbroken girls.
It seems I am not the only one taking this particular fictional trip – look at the shoots (such as “On the Road” by Tom Craig) in the previous two issues of British Vogue; all lost girls, small town fashion and endless roads. Wilted figures are dressed in the clothes of Christopher Kane, Louis Vuitton and Balenciaga as they gaze longingly into the middle distance….and I gaze longingly right back.