Golden Delicious

I’m a bit like a magpie: I go for the bright shiny pretty things. Like a kid in a candy shop, I just can’t help reaching for them.

The gold foil skirt has featured before in this journal, but as I find it completely irresistible, here it is again in another incarnation. I’ve told the story before, but I was searching for an outfit to wear to a wedding when I spied this skirt in the front window of a charity shop in Windsor. I dragged my friend across the road and snatched it up before anyone else could get their mitts on it.

…why wear one metallic fabric when you could wear TWO?

Indian-made from 100% rayon, it is just like the gold foil from a chocolate box. I think I have, ahem, made that comparison before. As mentioned previously, I ultimately teamed it with a chocolate-brown top, but I had such trouble deciding what to wear with it at the time. Most colours looked too gaudy, and I discovered since (when the pressure was off) that neutrals worked best; I’ve subsequently worn it out with a charcoal grey polo neck jumper.  

Here I’ve paired it with a silver ruched t-shirt, because why wear one metallic fabric when you could wear TWO? Nothing so much fun as going giddily OTT. Just ask Cecil, that master of golden deliciousness.

Silver velvet and pearls, against silver walls: Baba, Cecil's sister in 1925. Ph: Cecil Beaton. Click on image for larger version.

(Left) Goldfish or mermaid? Paula Gellibrand, 1928. (Right) A seahorse with such fronds, surely. Tilly Losch, 1929. Ph: Cecil Beaton. Click on images for larger versions.