Bairbre Power on fashion, prom dresses, pastels and other adventures
Fallen in love with pastels? As I step away from my monochrome wardrobe for summer, I find myself increasingly drawn to subtle pastels.
Designer Stella McCartney triggered my current intrigue with blush - and I'm not talking about wine here! After spotting Stella's deliciously luxe mac coat in a gleaming peach silk at Brown Thomas, I found myself experiencing 'blush synchronicity,' with every shopping expedition. Last week I went into M&S to buy peaches and discovered a fabulous blush, beaded bomber. I could only laugh at the peach/blush coincidence, and my good fortune, because the jacket really looks far more expensive than its €82 price tag.
The interestingly named colour, ashes of roses, has too much putty in it to look good on all Irish complexions. Yet, all too often, I think we've ignored blush and reached for corals and apricots instead.
I'm not looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. I like blue too, especially that pale blue hue worn by actress Charlie Murphy at the IFTAs last Sunday night. I'm sure lots of hearts skipped a beat when the Love/Hate actress stepped out in the exquisite ballet-length tulle, circular skirt and sheer veiling of fine lace over a bodice top. Charlie's vintage-style dress came from FairyGothMother who have a website and cute store in London's Spitalfields where they sell 50s-style wedding dresses and tea-length short styles.
It's no secret that I adore vintage and visiting the independent republic of Cork recently, I spied two floral 'glamorous housewife' gowns in Breda Casey's store, Miss Daisy Blue, which is tucked in beside the Patrick Street entrance to the English market.
I imagined our Weekend magazine gardening guru Leonie Cornelius (pictured on the cover), styled up like a heroine from an early Mad Men show. I'm never happier than when I'm plotting and planning a fashion shoot and, after calling in roses and blowsy blooms from top florist Ruth Monahan from Appassionata Flowers, Leonie Cornelius duly announced that she'd been a model before she took up gardening. I couldn't believe my luck. The gods were in alignment... and this was before photographer Mark Nixon sourced the wonderfully kitschy faux grass. It was style synchronicity, yet again.