We invented the word "girly" for the latter 1990s when "fairywear" fluttered out of the realm of apple-cheeked, Snugglepot toddlers and primary school ballet concerts into proper fashion for grown-up women.
We wafted then, in rippling leaves and wings of sheer chiffon, georgette, organza, muslin, tulle and mousseline.
The swankiest boutique evening-wear racks smacked of Sugarplum dreams - all flitter-flutter and sparkle-arkle - and never mind that most of us baulked at the principal palette of flossy-pinks and creamy-creams, and resolutely took our girly stuff straight, thanks, in Melburnian black.
Now, here we are again. (So soon!) All the breathy, barely there fabrics are back with bells on (sometimes literally), and the girly trend has been revived in godmother frocks such as Paris Hilton's (pictured), and fancy, fairylike gossamer alternatives (as shown by Marella Ferrara, below, in Rome recently) with all the tinkly, sugary trimmings: paillettes and lace, scattered crushed crystals, silky petals and satin ribbons. (So swee-eeet!)
Silver and gold, ivory, pink and pale pastels have dominated the new palette, but the look is less fattening, if you ask me, realised in sour, albeit sophisticated, black.Source : http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2004/02/11/1076388424123.html?from=storyrhs
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