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Coming Out of the Dark

Magazines constantly roll out the "how to look fabulous at any age" articles. Usually they amount to nothing more than when 20 fashion is fun wear what you like, when 30 start to invest in structured pieces, when 40 wear black and when 50 and over go batty and go for broke because you should have really stopped caring what others think at that age. The tools hawked by these features go like this -- anti-aging cream, control top underwear, sunscreen, a big hat, water, and some type of exercise. Words along the lines of "mutton dressed as lamb" also appear.

So at what age does it become unacceptable to wear singlets with ice cream cones, heart-shaped earrings, a tiered pale denim mini skirt, a sequinned headband, and pastel pink jelly shoes? At the ripe old age of 24 (positively ancient compared to the youth of you gorgeous fashion bloggers out there!), this is an outfit I would think twice walking out the door in. I realise now that it's only in the past year that I've started policing what I wear, categorising outfits as "too young". This worries me. Fashion is about choice. As you age, your choices seem to become more and more limited. This is an experience which I'm not looking forward to.

Bond. James Bond.

Languishing in a Bathtub with Coco Rocha