Navels are back. They come back, after having been hidden for years, because due to some strange media campaign in fashion, showing it had a vulgar and unseemly point. In the midst of the controversy of the yes or no nipples (last week I left you my point of view), Miu Miu has presented this week in Paris its particular apology of the navel for the next season. All the models appeared with tiny tops to honor this part of the body. Thus, Miuccia Prada flattered the fashion of the 95-2005, not only with this detail, but also by betting on miniskirts and very low-waisted pants, or knee-high socks with shoes (very One step forward).
We feel nostalgic; and it is that, although it sounds like a cliché that fashion is cyclical, it is evident that beyond taking out male models dressed in heels, as has happened in this parade, there is little left to invent. The term "reinvention" is so popular that it is an argument not to die (not die of boredom). Those of us who are nostalgic, and those born in the 'eighties and many' and 'ninety and few' (me, from the 90s), are in luck because we can go to work dressed very similar to how we dressed in adolescence. And, if not, let them tell the counter-influencer Kiki (@holykiii) who has almost 30,000 followers for being direct and speaking without mincing words. Sometimes she goes three towns, but either she loves her or she hates her. The counter-influencer thing is because she ridicules influencers and all their customs, becoming in turn an influencer who, however, does not make a living from social networks and has a job before and after Instagram. That said: Kiki has been emulating Cocoloco for weeks and doing fun street surveys. A few weeks ago she dressed as a teenager-about-to-land-at-the-light-session-of-But-y-Pachá (does anyone remember those nightclubs in the Tribunal area?): huge pearls around her neck , the side parting with a low ponytail (it looked as if Kiki had been licked by a blonde cow from Salamanca), low-waisted pants with an elephant bell, and the Cocoloco shirt. And to dance!
I cannot avoid closing my chronicle today, telling you (because I know that many who read me lack social networks) how Carmen Lomana reflected on Renfe, the Aves and traveling 'first class', which since the times of the pandemic, as an account and I I subscribe, it has become something like 'pay the price of first and travel in second'. Carmen pointed out that Covid is already a thing of the past (I pray to pronounce and write this word less and less), but I still find myself with the fear of kissing, dreaming and living. What irony this last!
What is clear is that fashion is an escape route for sadness, and, although the 2000s does not convince me for my wardrobe, my extra pounds that I have gained in recent months are grateful that the flared pants is back. Happy Saturday!
