B/W Photo & Last two photos by Laurel Dailey; Jen the Style Crusader in last photo
I went to International schools growing up in Warsaw, and Quiksilver & Roxy were the uniform of the rich kids and those with diplomat parents. I personally sported ragamuffin-wear in highschool, as a rebellion against the wave of surfwear washed up at the schoolgates 8:50 every morning. A truly befitting prelude to one of those CSM lifestyles and attitudes, come to think of it. No wonder everyone assumed I had braces and played the Saxophone. (Correction, alumni: I had braces and was in the rockband) You can probably guess what I thought when Beth invited me down to the Zetter Hotel for a Quiksilver collection preview – I wasn’t dreading it though, it would bring a waft of nostalgia, at the least. I never knew I’d ever come to say this, but Quiksilver has grown up, I actually found myself enjoying a lot of the pieces. Gone were the iron-on hipster graphic tees and the cheesecloth tubetops, there were silks and wools. I AM SERIOUS. It’s like the beach got colder, or the girls moved inland – but that’s exactly what London is, isn’t it.
Thank you Beth for inviting me down for the dress-up and Laurel for the wonderful photos.
