I changed my mind about silk scarves somewhere between Alessandro Michele’s first year at Gucci and the second series of The Marvelous Mrs Maisel
I am just so not the kind of woman who would wear a silk scarf. They are for women who are fussily ornamented and prissily polished. Like cufflinks and cummerbunds for a certain type of man. Silk scarves belong with purses that click shut, and tutting at noisy children in restaurants.
Oops, my bad. Do you like my scarf? I love it. I make no apologies for the U-turn, because one of the things I really like about fashion is the way it challenges your preconceptions. The world changes and you roll with it. That moment when a colour or a length or a detail that always looked ugly or jarring or twee unexpectedly starts to appeal is my favourite point in the fashion cycle. After all, if you think something just because that’s what you’ve always thought, then you’re not thinking any more.
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