My New Year's Day outfit. Thought I'd start 2011 with a bang like those glittering London New Year fireworks and wear twinkly trousers. Remember the trophy trouser trend from last Autumn/Winter? Well I didn't think I'd bother indulging at the time until I saw these going for £25 in the Topshop 2010 Winter sale. At that price, I thought, why the hell not? However it has taken me almost a year to get around to wearing them! But wear them I did, managing to tick off one more unworn item in my wardrobe as finally worn. A good start to the sartorial year!
Although the beading is impressively dense on these I'm so glad I didn't pay the full price of £150 for them as every so often I hear a little ping, then a rattle on the floorboards as another bugle bead bites the dust.
I was just a tad overdressed shall we say for a New Year's Day lunch at a friend's house overrun with babies and small children. I felt more like the clown in fancy pants hired to entertain the little ones. Especially as, in addition to loud trousers, I was also wearing my furry Mongolian lamb gilet most of the time to cope with the draftiness that is a permanent feature of Victorian houses. Long furry tendrils that can be gripped and pulled, furry shoes and crunchy, glittery trousers were found to be quite fascinating and texturally stimulating for tiny baby hands and fingers! I hid my spiky necklace under my snood to avoid any injuries!
Although I probably planted the seeds for a future love of furriness and beading into a budding fashionista I clearly wasn't thinking about proximity to tiny tots when I was getting dressed. Being in a small childless minority in a circle of friends who are almost all parents I always find that I turn up to social get togethers looking pretty OTT.
Later, while looking at these photos, I was trying to fathom what I was actually thinking when getting dressed, other than my determination to wear a pair of unworn trousers and some sparkle for New Years Day, and obsessing over getting the proportion of a narrow leg trouser and cropped jacket right. Given the furry boots, ornate trousers, cropped bolero tuxedo jacket and spiky necklace, it's occurred to me that without realising it at the time, I was subconsciously taking inspiration from matadors and bullfighting lore.
This was probably because I spent the days between Christmas up until New Years Eve on an intensive dance course with a very famous flamenco dancer, choreographer and teacher, Javier Latorre. We learnt a dance routine which drew heavily on bullfighting moves for inspiration and was set to a track from the album Tauromagica by Manolo Sanlucar.
In order to interpret Latorre's poetic choreography my hours on the course were spent trying to get inside the psyche of the matador locked in his deadly dance with the bull. I've never been, nor ever will be able to bring myself to sit through the bloodthirsty brutality of a bullfight, so I found this process both physically and mentally exhausting. Post-course I'm clearly still trying to get into character through my clothing choices! Latorre however, impressed me with his demonstration that the theatrics of costume isn't necessary to exude the physicality behind both the swagger and graceful dance like manoeuvres of a bullfighter.
Latorre has earned somewhat of a rock star status in flamenco circles. As a young man he certainly had the looks, resembling a young Mick Jagger in flamenco boots and was renowned for revelling in a rock star lifestyle to match. These days he wears the image of the ravaged, ageing rocker like a badge of honour, working the aesthetic down to the details of outré earrings and jewellery, tattoos and a Mephistopheles moustache and beard. He turns up to give class in that old rock star staple and a genre of trophy trouser in itself - black jeans, worn in all their variations - denim, leather, sometimes skinny, sometimes distressed, sometimes in flashy waxed or satin finishes. He even had us doing our warm up routine to rock music!
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Here is the man himself demonstrating part of the choreography he set us. I like how even though he is dancing in the rock and roll simplicity of skinny black jeans and a fine knit black sweater the torrero still shines through.
Beaded trousers, Topshop; Wool turtelneck, By Malene Birger; Boots, Pied a Terre; Necklace, Merle O'Grady; Cropped Tuxedo Jacket, Mango; Mongolian Gilet, Warehouse.