You might be wondering when the prints-o-rama that this summer has been for me outfit-wise is going to die a bleeding death? When is Susie going to stop messing around with such nonsensical patterns and put on a black shroud of Ann Demeulemeester and dove grey of Rick Owens? Well when it gets colder, which is not anytime soon considering I'm feeling a bit of an Indian summer coming on, I might turn to messing around with textures but those prints will glimmer through still because for layering purposes, the stuff with prints on has its advantages. More specifically, these garments that I've very kindly received from Michael Angel as a result of posting about his shop, are especially built with layering in mind.
But like I said, the summer ain't done yet so prints-o-rama continues for a while longer whilst ye print-cynics out there continue to wish a black shrouded cloth to land on my head. With regards to the pun in the title, it has to be said that I'm not even a huge fan of Angel Delight but Angel Delight in the form of mind-blowing prints on silk/chiffon tops, lycra leggings and a gossamer thin kaftan is far FAR preferable to synthetic caramel-tasting gunk that may or may not have lumps in it.
First to the ruins of Reculver we went. A medieval church and Roman fort ruins near Herne Bay that called for flame-hued prints. One looks like either a distorted flower or a Usain Bolt-art abstraction. The other has this stained glass window effect. As we were leaving, a girl said to me "I wondered who would be wearing such a fabulous outfit up here and then I realised it was a famous fashion blogger!" Yup, Reculver – officially the remotest place to be outed as those dirty species – fashion bloggers *tut tut*.
Up against the dying daylight, the prints especially come into their own…
Then down to the muddy waters of Westgate when the tide was out and a mass of seaweed and shallow rock pools are left behind. These leggings gave the boyf's g'pa a bit of a shock on what should have been a routine Sunday morning. Actually, I'm wearing them now and still sort of do an internal double take when I look at the print…. it's definitely a crazy Photoshop experiment that fortuitously landed on a pair of well cut-leggings (high-waisted so the tum gets sucked in… perfect for my pork pie-craving days).
So many colours that vary along the entire length and width that it almost seems like a shame to cover up the butt with something. Tregging urge strikes.
Then finally, I've accidentally perfected Ruth Hogben's black smoke effect (see Gareth Pugh A/W 09 vid) in clothing form. This super light, super airy kaftan has a life of its own in the wind, it blows into all kinds of formations that are beyond my control. In a less breezy, beachy context though, a belt, some tucking in and knotting would tame this printed beast.