Bright Sparks: Marks & Spencer
This flamboyant head arrangement throws me into a quandary of confusion. It certainly catches the eye, screaming at me to pop it on and go for a burlesque audition. The piece has been made for dress-up: I like to imagine that if I kept it long enough my daughter would wear it tottering in my high heels, a slip and string of pearls , mashing my expensive lipstick between her chubby fingers.
However, this gregarious peacock originates from the middle-aged mother-in-law of department stores Marks and Spencer.
Marks and I share a very tempestuous relationship (but we’re so close I can idiomatically call it ‘Marks’) and we have done so since our first introduction by my mother back when I still deigned to shop with her.
Back then it was so very, very naff. In college the one by Great Portland Street was very convenient for sandwiches. At university I yearned for Marks because I couldn’t afford it. Now I hardly know where I stand. I love their underwear; hate the cut and shape of anything else remotely associated with fashion. Still love their Thai duck wraps. This year they’ve gone and done leather trousers , bravo Marks! But, of course, it’s not quite right because they’ve done leather trousers without any attitude: just regular black office trousers, but instead of being made in a poly blend, they’re made of leather.
I also think letting a pair of leather trousers loose in Marks and Spencer is also rather dangerous. What if my mother bought them?
Author: Amy Tipper-Hale
a lover of oversized cashmere jumpers, lethal cocktails and mortally offended by Croc shoe wearers over the age of ten. She firmly believes in spending the majority of one’s income on decadent clothing you may or may not only wear once!
