Do you know why silk slips are called ‘slips’? The answer is surprisingly obvious, stemming from the ability to literally slip these undergarments on and off with ease. Well, I’ve been slipping in and out of thoughts about all things slinky and silky recently, mainly thanks to writing this rather personal essay for Refinery29 on slips, sexiness, and our changing relationships with clothes (and the bodies beneath them!) over time. The piece sprung from thinking about the fashion industry’s carousel-like obsession with reviving ‘underwear-as-outwear’ every few years – a trend that, as you’ll read there, I hugely took to in my mid-teens. Any very long-term readers may even recall the odd outfit post brimming with lace, pink silk, and vintage thermal vests… See here, here, here and here for a handful of examples.
It was an absolute pleasure to work on that essay, and I’m also pretty bloody thrilled because Refinery29 is a brilliant, smart site full of writing I admire. Side note: I recalled the other day that I actually first made an appearance there several years ago, snapped at LFW in my mermaid skirt with tassels like seaweed. Look how long my hair was!
Also, in a twist of good timing, here are some rather more up-to-date images of me in a series of silk slips that I slunk in and out of whilst shooting Pippa Small’s latest jewellery catalogue. The photos were taken by the wonderful, wonderful photographer Susannah Baker-Smith, who I’ve written about before here. This time it was more of the same: lots of time spent sitting, draped in dazzling jewels, working out the best arrangements of hands, hair and face in each portrait. After a day in slips, it felt almost strange to shrug back on my tights and boots and thick winter coat.
And on that note, I think it’s time to do the reverse and don my ridiculous dusky mauve Italian silk vintage dressing gown, make dinner, pour myself a glass of wine, and retreat into the evening with a good book (like the cliché I am).
It's been a busy time. I recently wrote this for Collectively, looking at where we're at with conversations about diversity, beauty, and the fashion industry - as well as a love letter to my all-time favourite vintage Jaeger dress. Oh, and I forgot to mention that last month I was included on the Metro's top five upcoming social talents. I'm glad that all my procrastinating on Instagram has its uses! (If you like selfies, old Hollywood stars, carefully posed shots of books, and the odd shot of Oxford, you may find something there to enjoy...)