“…I think it’s a color that’s had a bad rap,, its made out to be a thing for babies or women who wear too much makeup, but pink is really a subtle and delicate color, and it figures a lot in Japanese poetry”
– Paloma from The Elegance of the Hedgehog by Muriel Barbery
I never have quite been a fan of the colour pink. I find it often to be cloyingly sweet and for that reason, repulsive. In fact, I believe the last time something pink caught my eye was Claire Dane’s sleek Calvin Klein gown at the 2011 Golden Globes: she was a vision of minimalist perfection. Well that’s a lie if I ever told one! The last time something pink caught my eye was actually in early 2013 when I first spotted these hot pink Dior pumps from the maison’s Couture collection on Instagram, only to find one last pair a few weeks later at NYC’s Kirna Zabete. Still unconvinced I would ever wear that such a hue of shoe in spite of my inherent affinity to the piece, I “pardoned” the shoe and let it go. When several months later, I found the same pair again at Atlanta’s Jeffery, I took it as a sign that our union was meant to be and took the plunge. I wear these shoes sparingly and frankly, only for effect: the pop of colour, the kids call it.
Pink has it’s place in the grand scheme of things sartorial, I suppose. It’s not always a reflection of all things peurile and puny and fairy dusty and bubblegumy. It’s breathtaking when done right as menswear. For women, sometimes pink can be as brazen a statement all black can. Pink can be elegant and understated (Julianna Margulies in vintage Saint Laurent), classic ( Natalie Portman in Lanvin, redolent of Audrey Hepburn in Funny Face) just as much as it can pack punch and aplomb (Julianne Moore in hot pink Lanvin). I’m learning to accept pink into my palette without the stigma with which it has always come in my mind. Whether a dollop or a plateful of pink, there’s no denying that there’s something special about seeing through rose-tinted glasses every so often. Here are some shots from a wedding in Houston last weekend held at the oplulent even slightly hyperbolic Chateau Cocomar. The curved hem of the blush frock, the ornate ear baubles in a standard double teardrop shape, the angular jeweled minaudière and of course the hot pink escarpins: I was all girl and all loving it.
What I Wore: ASOS Wiggle hem dress, Dior Haute Couture pumps, Alexis Bittar Neo Bohemian earrings, Kenneth Jay Lande cuff, Judith Leiber Overture minaudière