This time of year in Germany, Spargel is all the rage. That’s white asparagus, or really kind of a creamy colored asparagus. It’s cultivated in deep mounds, so it never gets sunlight, hence the lack of chlorophyll that would make it green. It’s delicious and delicate, without the slight bitterness of your more run-of-the-mill asparagus grown without shielding it like a nun in cloister.
I don’t know why I’m bringing this up, except to argue that I could have dressed in white this week, and called it asparagus. If you’re from the southern United States, you know that the color “asparagus” is the same as any cooked vegetable green – kind of olive-colored. Southerners traditionally cook their green vegetables to frickin’ death.
Whatev… I like my asparagus when it comes with a tinge of purple around the tip, because I like what aubergine and green do for each other.
I suspect that the style days of the retro menswear gartered socks have come and gone, but I will lay my reputation on the line by admitting that I love the look. Chickipoos, love it, love it, love it. I love it so much that I combo’ed it here with gartered stockings. How overkill is that?
You know, I try to keep up, and sometimes I’m a little behind the curve, simply because I just love sitting on the sidelines watching the curve arc gracefully through the air without any input from me. But I am also discriminating when it comes to deciding to mess about in that arc. For example, you will never, ev-ah see me in exposed breasts with electrical tape X’ed over the nipples. ne-VAH. Perhaps I’m inviting drama here, but come on, my peeps… It’s time to take the skank factor down a notch. Cover your cootch, pull up your drawers, and don’t mistake bits of tape – no matter how festively colored – for adequate décolletage covereage.