coquelicot

COQUELICOT

I really like Alexis Mabille's recent haute couture show, it reminds me of a costume my mum made me for the school carnival. Aged six, attending Ecole Alexandre Chevrier and named Poppy in a class of Thibauts, Frederiques and Anne-Laures, I was dressed quite literally as myself. In bean green shoes, green tights pulled up high to my chest, a green turtle neck, shiny painted black face with black twists of thick ribbon stuck to my hairline and giant red, crepe-paper petals encircling my head, it was in no way as chic a vision as Mabille's perfect execution of craft and femininity but it was a funny yet distinct attempts at self assertion. There are days when I still feel I'd like to walk around with petals on my head.