Day 122: They Have Their Exits and Their Entrances

Do you think that there are things you should only wear in winter or summer or spring? Do you have funny feelings about wearing items that are 'seasonally different' together? Like long sleeve dresses and open toed shoes. Or, sundresses and woollen capes. Do you have colours that you won't wear together? White and cream. Black and navy. Brown and orange. Fashion has quite a few arbitrary rules. Confidence can sometimes overide them. We worry so much about what other people think of how we look, but, judging by how often I worry about how other people look (rarely, except when it is comedic to me and a small gathering in my lounge room), most people don't really give a small rat's clacker. Sometimes I think that the only difference between looking good and not looking good is believing you look good. And if you don't feel confident, pretend you do. It's all acting; all the world is, after all, a stage. Ham it up!

I wonder if Irene's parents named her after Irene Adler. We've been watching Cumberbatch's Sherlock this evening. The best Sherlock. I really should read the book one of these days so that I can be more acutely aware of the literary references. I am, from doing a little research about Irene (Adler), amazed at the quite literal adaptation the episode 'A Scandal in Belgravia' is. I am a little literarily ashamed actually. But it did strike me as out of place the other day when Elementary's Sherlock was talking about his 'Irene Adler'. Beside Irene (mine), and despite a seemingly current penchant for older style baby's names, I don't know anyone under eighty who is actually called Irene (anyone). It seems a name not much in use any more. Now it makes perfect sense. Irene (mine), you should be proud to be attributed to Conan's Irene (Adler)—beautiful, intelligent and no easy knock-down for Sherlock Holmes.

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ACMI in Melbourne are trying to tempt me from my couch this winter (damn them) with a Program of Events around their latest exhibition: Hollywood Costume. I read the newly acquired schedule too late for this evening's event unfortunately. Although my intent to go to something outside my house always seems more believable after the fact than before. Tonight they had 'Bond, Shaken not Stirred': 'music, conversation and pop-up workshops with a distictly 007 flavour as [they] focus on the impeccable style of the legendary spy'. I am imagining workshops in shaking martinis, tying windsor knots, selecting a Saville Row suit for Antipodean Summer 2013, and perfect pick-up lines. And wouldn't these be perfect places to take my outfits out for a spin, perfect places for me to fake my confidence. Other events I will think long and hard about attending (and try to make very valid and engaging excuses for not attending) are a discussion about the intertwined worlds of Costume and Fashion (regulars will have heard me waxing about this topic before), the workshop where you make your own superhero costume (what do you mean it is only for kids), and, the workshop for capturing 'street-seen' fashion through photography (Bill Cunningham, The Sartorialist, three million bloggers). Anyone interested in joining me—it will make it much harder for me to pike out.

The Outfit Dress: Op-shopped, worn before Skirt: Op-shopped, worn before Belt: Cannot rightly recall Shoes: Irregular Choice

Photographer de Jour: V——

Who wore it better?

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