Showing posts with label Miu Miu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Miu Miu. Show all posts

Thursday, 26 September 2013

What are your characters wearing?


A few years ago, during a critique session on my MA in Creative Writing course, a fellow student pointed out that I often described what my characters were wearing in some considerable detail. This wasn't a criticism as such, she said, but just something she'd noticed. (We’d had a lot of lessons together as this point) Her own short stories were a completely different style to mine - much more abstract - and she said reading my work made her go back and check that her characters were in fact wearing clothes. That she wasn't inadvertently writing stories with naked people in them.

I was thinking back to this conversation while (trying to) write the sequel to The Englishman, but being constantly distracted by email offers from various online fashion stores. Because, as you may have noticed by now, I am a bit of a fashion addict. Not that I pretend to know anything about fashion, but I love looking at designer clothes.

But I digress. What I wanted to know is, is it important to describe what the characters in a book are wearing?

Obviously, I think so.

What she or he wears says so much about a person, doesn’t it? I don’t wish to put my characters into in neat little boxes according to their clothes (a caricature is a dirty word in writing circles), but I think it’s fun to describe the nuances of a character by their outfits.

In The Englishman, for instance, I needed Kaisa to immediately fall head over heels in love with Peter, so I gave him a sexy uniform to wear when they first meet. (OK, this part of the book was based on actual events, so I didn’t make it up, but you see what I mean?).

In Coffee and Vodka, I described the different characters of the two sisters, Anja and Eeva, in the way they carried their clothes.  Anja is a much more flamboyant and confident girl, while Eeva is a bit of a dreamer and less sure of herself. When the two girls were dressed by their mother in identical stripy Marimekko t-shirts and white trousers, for their ferry journey across to Sweden, Anja’s outfit made her look like a young Brigitte Bardot, while Eeva felt her clothes were too big for her, and shapeless.

In The Red King of Helsinki, Iain, the English naval officer turned spy, struggles to wear clothes warm enough for the harsh Finnish winter, while my seventeen-year-old sleuth, Pia, is highly fashion conscious. Pia’s clothing oozes confidence while Peter’s lack of weather awareness shows a worrying level of incompetence.

Of course clothes and the fashions of the time serve well in reminding the reader of the period the book is set in.  Because the story in Coffee and Vodka straddles two eras, it was important for me to dress Eeva appropriately when we meet her as a grown-up (professional, compassionate teacher of Swedish). Later I also use her clothes to show how her attitude to herself and to the people around her change. I won’t reveal any more of the plot, because I don’t want to spoil the ending, but if you’ve read the book, I’m sure you’ll see what I mean.

So, while I’m just nipping over to Net-a-Porter to check out today’s new arrivals, instead of writing, I’ll be secure in the knowledge that this is just research, and not at all a pleasure...

What do you think? Is it important to know what the characters in a  book are wearing?

What kind of character
would wear this Miu Miu spotted coat?
Image: www.netaporter.com



Wednesday, 19 May 2010

Yet another wardrobe dilemma

We've been invited to a good friend's party in London this weekend. I know it'll be a trendy crowd, so I want to wear something that won't hurt the eye.

For me the weather is always a problem, because, as you know if you've been following my trials and tribulations with getting dressed for functions, I hate being hot or cold. And I know all the most interesting people at this party in will be spending all their time in the garden. Luckily for once, it's supposed to be quite nice this week-end, so anything faintly summery will do. I also don't want to wear uncomfortable shoes if I'm to stand all night, which at parties I usually do. So the Painful Pradas are out of question (again). And I'm not as slim as I used to be, and since I'm no longer 25, I don't want to wear anything too young. On the other hand I do not want to become invisible in some perfectly well suited for my age, stylish thing. Like an Agnes B black dress...

I have a little time to do shopping in town on Friday, but I also know very well  that my wardrobe almost certainly already has the item - or items - I could wear to be something in between, 'Too young, trying to hard to be trendy' and 'Too old, stylish but boring'.

So as usual, I turn to you, the fashion bloggers for advice.


This is my first choice: a dress I bought last week by Phase Eight. 


It's really boho chic, in lovely thin silky tulle fabric with frills and a separate jersey lining dress. It's far too short to be worn on its own, as you can see from the picture above, so I'm going to pair it with turned up jeans and my Miu Miu shoes. Question: is it too casual (with the jeans) for a birthday party?




Second favourite is this silky top by Marlene Birger. Again I'd wear it with jeans, or if I have time try to get a pair of black tapered trousers on Friday. The problem with this top is that it makes me look big. Not fat exactly, but all those ruffles make me look a little like a just hatched chick.




The way I'm holding the camera makes it look ok, but I can't very well stand for the whole of the night holding my elbows in close just to show everyone my body isn't as big as the top makes it look? Then again, the top is mighty fine...



Last but not least I have a few dresses in my wardrobe which would do: 


This one is by Jean Paul Gaultier and it's made from really nice, body-hugging stretchy silk fabric and comes just above the knee. I usually wear a t-shirt underneath or a jacket over the top. With black shoes and a clashing clutch I think this could be a left-field surprise choice.



My serial buying dresses: these two I have worn to death. With the right accessories they do look good, but I'm a little bored with them. And they're not exactly the latest trend now are they? 

I am not even going to post a picture of the many black Agnes B numbers I own. My back-up plan, if I wake on Friday morning feeling fat and ugly, is to wear one of them with the camel coloured DKNY wrap and the gold-tipped Pradas. In that case you're well within your rights to tell me off and never darken the pages of this blog ever again.