One of the accusations frequently laid at fashion’s sometimes gaudy door is that it’s frivolous. It’s like criticising cats for sleeping during the day, or curries for smelling of spices. Frivolity, inter many alia, is what fashion does. And what if it does? Frivolity gets a bad rap. What about being overly serious and boring everyone around you to death? An element of frivolity keeps a soul from atrophying.
I was reminded of this the other day when a friend, well into her sixties, turned up in an immaculate white shirt she’d bought in Dover Street Market, a pair of high-waisted Margaret Howell wide trousers and a tangle of neon-ended diamanté necklaces from Topshop.
Without the necklaces, the outfit was chic enough – too many sixtysomethings succumb to the elasticated waistband, the shapeless top and the given-up-all-hope underwear.
But the neon added an unexpected dash of verve. Make that nerve. Not dressing like a sixtysomething takes confidence and courage.
The forty and fiftysomethings have it easy. We’ve grown accustomed to seeing 45-year-olds in great shape and wearing Elle Macpherson-inspired wardrobes; we’ve accepted that Madonna, aged 50¾, is not giving up on summer’s short lease any time soon (satin horns and AstroTurf miniskirt, anyone?). But sixtysomethings? No one’s making clothes for them. No one wants their money. That’s the perception. No wonder many sixtysomethings loathe shopping and have nothing to wear.
There is stuff out there. But it takes stamina and confidence to track it down – and you must think outside familiar territory. Banish the long and baggy and only buy skirts that end on, or just below, the knee, and have shape and proper waistbands. Look for tailored tops. Invest in underwear with dynamic engineering and state-of-the-art sculpting. Marks & Spencer is good for Magic knickers. For bras, you should invest your last few pennies (or pounds, more likely), either at a department store with fitters who know what they’re doing, or bite the bullet and visit Rigby & Peller – you’re worth it. Buy some fold-up flatties (jewelled, preferably) that can slip into a bag so that you have no excuse not to wear a pair of heels now and again. Wear sequins and bright colours, tailoring, denim (especially dark) and fashion-forward accessories. If you have the budget, investigate designers such as Roland Mouret, Nicole Farhi, Ann Demeulemeester, Lanvin, Phillip Lim, Fendi, Moschino (above), Alexander McQueen, Prada, Marni, DvF, Donna Karan, Marc Jacobs and Dries Van Noten. If not, Topshop (yes, really), Zara (sizes are on the small side, though), M&S (tailored separates, swimwear), Karen Millen, Ted Baker, Banana Republic and Gap. And keep an eye on Alexon and Precis – they’ve modernised for autumn.
Sixtysomethings are still not visible enough in fashion shoots, but if stylists have any grasp of shifting demographics, that surely has to change. The only rules: more shape, less naked flesh – and a healthy injection of frivolity. |
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