The Curse (or the Blessing) of "The Corduroy"

In my previous blog, "Beginning Again", I disclosed (perhaps embarrassingly so) the idea that my perfect gentleman would wear corduroys... Well, I've just recently seen Pamela Love's (NY jewellery maker extraordinaire) Facebook page ...and found this wonderful little article on the rebirth of the corduroy (for women's wear) that she posted:
Tales of Endearment

(Pamela Love was recently photographed by Terry Richardson, along with a number of other artists, musicians and models touted as the new "New York Cool" for the December edition of British Vogue; check out: www.fashionaporterbypepa.com for the photo-spread).


Now, the last time I wore corduroys was back in 1996 - a Sass and Bide wide flare with, I swear, a zipper that was only 2" long. My mother was with me when I tried them on and said that they were "positively pornographic...".  Hilarious.


I don't know whether I am into "his and hers" corduroys... I'll have to take it in turns with future-corduroy-wearer! Sorry, I can't help myself for inserting another "Royal Tenenbaums' reference, but I'm sure Richie Tenenbaum wore corduroy's but not so sure that his step-sister Margot would be caught dead in them... 

Richie and Margot

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'Til next time :)