Whether Choo for H&M, Roksanda for Whistles or Kane for Topshop, it is tantric fashion in its purist form; it is syrupy nectar for the bees to swoon over, and they do everytime.
An inevitable knee-jerk reaction to the nation’s most discussed gripe-worthy condition– the crunch- is of course a plethora of easywear-luxe collections, flash sales and perpetual 20% discounts from our high street favourites. The most desirable of all of these temptous treats is the –once elusive, now pre-requisite- co-lab. Most recently Jimmy Choo’s deliciously wicked collection for H&M, the holiest of them all being a pair of to-die-for-practically-orgasmic stiletto heels.
To archive a pair of Choo’s would ordinarily see you part ways with £500. But yesterday at H&M, you could ruthlessly snatch yourself a pair of the most desirable footwear – from the sandal-laden arms of a desperately scrambling Rebecca-shopaholic-Bloomwood lookalike and cheekily nip off to the till to take home a piece of fashion-history Choo’s from only £59. Bargain right? And oh-so attainable…Or not.
Purposefully avoiding the Oxford Circus branch of bone-crushing Choo mania, the best friend and I opted for the strategic route. However, still setting ourselves up for failure, we battled with gale-force elements – quite literally, as the car swept dangerously across the middle of the A40- to be in with a chance of taking home a pair of Choo’s. Truthfully, the best friend’s role was primarily supportive and mine was mostly fuelled by curiosity –and obviously material lust. Not to say that I didn’t wail with pain as I beheld the stark-white and empty sectioned off corner of Brent Cross’s H&M. A few snakeskin brogues unsympathetically strewn to one side and several diddy, blue bags of studded plastic crap with a £40 price tag were the remains of the collection.
And today, I am mortified to reveal that I am following hundreds of Jimmy Choo for H&M bidding wars on ebay. So, why buy them only to sell them off again – please don’t be so selfish, some of us actually want them! Still, I am not a fashion-obsessed consumer for nought…and so, naturally, on to the next… Where to next? The Sonia Rykiel puff-pink corsaged lingerie collection for H&M will make beautiful Christmas stocking fillers.
Out in the sticks of Bucks, I am one fashion junkie still forlorn and pouting for missing a silk piece of Roksanda Ilincic’s collection for Whistles…psst, Matches style steals online have a few lilac silk draped Ilincic originals for a fraction of their usual price right now!
But, what I am really waiting for, I am going to have to be patient for. Since Mark Fast’s hired stylist walked out on him –preshow- for choosing curve-a-liciously feline women to commandingly ooze sensuality –drip by delicious drip, adorned in his sinuously-figure hugging knit dresses- down the catwalk, I have been eagerly awaiting the updates. In Spring 2010, Mark Fast will launch his collection for Topshop and my guess is that eyes may be scratched out for the chance to steal one of his beautifully crafted dresses. In pursuit of tantric fashion royalty, I suspect that I will not be solitary in my search for exquisitely visceral pieces worthy of collection by Mark Fast for Topshop and my battle cry is thus; ‘Once more unto the breach, dear friends’.
