Killarney: Fashion forward
THERE are fashionistas, some perceptive, some slavish, who jump through whichever flaming hoop those who organise these ebbing and flowing fripperies decree. Then there is the great swathe of humanity who, in their unfettered youth, dipped their toe in the à la mode and have, through thick and thin, stuck with the style they adopted back in the day. For these people fashion is an immutable principle rather than an endless, exploitative cycle. And good on ’em for their independence.
We’re all familiar with the septuagenarian teddy boy determined to defy the arthritis and straighten the shoulders to sustain that tribe’s particularly swashbuckling swagger. The matronly punk is by now an occasional sighting and usually opens the mutton/lamb debate no matter how fashionable political correctness may be. And a stooped granny with multiple body piercings must at least prick the cringeometer at the school gates when they collect Abercrombie and Fitch grandchildren.
