MAY’S biggest Fashion blunders

Nothing is juicier than embarrassing fashion stories. You’ve got the classic ones like walking around with a trail of toilet paper attached to your shoe or having the back of your skirt tucked in your tights instead of hanging over them.

I’ll never forget the story a colleague of mine once told me about a miserable first date where she decided to wear a flowy floor length skirt. Their table was situated right across from the bathroom and her eye candy was situated with his face in that direction. After the second course she made a quick trip to the bathroom to check if her hair and makeup were still on point. When she headed back to her table, the entire joint was staring at her and trying to discretely let her know that there was something dangling from her skirt. It was a Glorix Ocean Fresh Toilet Black….

Those kinds of things.

These are all accidental incidences. But there are also embarrassing situations where fashion plays a lead role. To name a few:

1. the flare

One of my colleagues, Cara Schiffelers, was once out of the running for a few months after getting her foot tangled in her flared jeans during her internship at Yoshji Yamamoto in Paris. And my fashion director at Marie Claire, Simone Dernee, also fell down a flight of stairs once for the same reason. I even met a woman who had had a slight concussion when she stepped out of a tram and her pants got stuck in the tram rails resulting in her laying there, smack dab in the middle of the rails. I’m telling ya, those flares: they’re deadly.

2. the elongated piece of cloth

That’s how my hubby refers to the Isabel Marant kimono’s I buy every season. “Another piece of cloth with a Peruvian print?” This year I opted for one where the backside reaches the top of my butt and the front side almost graces the floor. The length is so long that a while ago I was wondering what exactly was hooked onto my kimono.

It was my daughter’s diaper…

3. the extremely high heel

And then to be more specific; the combination of a very high heel and an escalator. It happens every damn time. I always feel very ‘Parisian’ as soon as I arrive back to Amsterdam after a trip to Paris for Fashion Week. I usually have a driver waiting for me to drop me off at home where a bottle of wine is waiting for my homecoming. But before any of that comes that moment of utter humiliation. The escalator. Especially the escalators with flat deck boards instead of steps. Try standing on their in heels. Gravity will pull you right back down.