and it is Recession Chic. Yup, Heroin Chic has been done in by the needle and the latest chic to hit the runways is the above, aptly named, Recession Chic.
Yup. As the name suggests, the look is rather drab and blah. You are recommended you accessorise it with a hangdog mopey expression as displayed by said models who stomp down the ramps in gaits which denote anger and frustration at the lack of funds for their next snort/shot/ lick. Oof. Whatever.
To quote from Style.com
Who needs economists? With an insight that’s downright uncanny, designers worked both sides of the crash of 1929, turning out glittery flapper frocks (Alberta Ferretti, Aquilano.Rimondi) and faded sack dresses (Burberry, Bottega Veneta) in equal measure. On the one hand, Jil Sander’s Raf Simons fringed not just dresses but suits, too; on the other, Marc Jacobs found himself at home on the prairie.
This one from Alberta Ferretti indicative of the trend. Yup. Think 1920s. Slim androgynous silhouettes, muted colours. Faded shades. Flapper styles, fringe dresses. Fashion comes full circle.
The look is not too carefully put together, slightly undone, frayed ends, oversized pulled together and layered. Yup. We’ve seen this look before. And those were usually called Bag Ladies. I think I can pull this off well. Now I only need to whittle self down to anorexic proportions to carry it off to perfection.
And yes, I can bring out all those clothes I ruined by mixing the colours in the wash. Yup. I quite like this Recession Chic. Makes a virtue of careless washing. I could try it on the hubby. After I’ve ruined his umpteenth white shirt, with nicely mottled indigo and black patches from a recalcitrant kurti. Try it. The easiest way to dress fashionable right now. Mix your wash.
Seriously though, would I try it? I already have the most boring wardrobe in the world with eighty percent of the clothes within black or denim. The balance is enlivened by exciting colours like brown, grey and green. Of the olive variety. The occasional bright colour is the rare white, or a sudden shocking pink which never gets aired and fades on the shelf through neglect. And then gets a charity wearing once faded to indeterminate mottled shade, which will never catch any eye by mistake. And which, by extension, makes it appropriate to wear in a public situation.
As the first original practitioner of recession chic, I think I deserve an award of sorts. A fringe dress perhaps. In copper accents from Bottega. I promise to carve centimeters off said thighs and other areas of corpus in order to keep with the recessionary theme. And to fit into said dress. Cant have self appearing so prosperous in times of recession, with rolls of fat sticking out at inadvertent places to suggest excess of dietary intake. That would be considered rude.