Dunnes or Dior? A question we ask ourselves daily
Is there anything like Fashion Month to make a woman feel dowdy? Actually, let’s just keep going: dumpy, drab, dated and downcast. And that’s just the D’s. Feel free to add the adjective that best describes how you feel after watching a procession of those show-stopping catwalk ensembles that look nothing like anything in your wardrobe. Well, mine anyway, but I doubt I’m alone in that.
They’re not really meant to, of course, although this year those in the know have proclaimed that fashion has finally come back down to Earth. There is, apparently, a return to practicality and a move away from the “peacocking Insta-bait” with its “thousand-pound tracksuits and limited-edition bumbags”, as one eloquent fashion editor put it.
