Susan Fales-Hill

SUSAN'S CLOSET

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AN EXCERPT FROM SUSAN'S MUSINGS
Susan's Closet: An Introduction


When it comes to style, I follow Polonius’ advice to his son upon seeing him off to Paris: “Neither a borrower nor a lender be/But to thine own self be true. “ My late mother, Josephine Premice, the chicest woman I’ve ever known, treated every foray out of the house as an occasion to dress, even if it was a trip to buy laundry detergent at Sloan’s Supermarket. She brought me up in the belief that every day offered an opportunity to express my uniqueness through wardrobe. Just as one didn’t imitate other people’s bad or slovenly habits (nose picking and smacking gum leap to mind,) one didn’t blindly follow trends, or douse oneself in a new perfume simply because it smelled good on the girl next door. My mother would not have won any awards for financial fitness but she did amass a magnificent collection of gowns and daytime pieces that she passed on to me. Once I had my daughter, I justified the purchase of many an overpriced item as an investment in a future heirloom. Alas, friends, that was in the old economy. Now, in the new, I have retired my credit card (Let us all observe a moment of respectful silence in honor of all the purchases that will never be….) READ THE COMPLETE ESSAY

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FIRST PHOTO, CHRISTIAN DIOR DRESS: Erroneously identified as a Chanel, this ensemble is a combination platter: a Christian Dior “Keyhole” dress purchased for 200 dollars at a sample sale, combined with a chiffon scarf from Giorgio’s of Beverly Hills (RIP). The dress was reduced to nothing because it was missing the little leather belt intended to fasten it at the neck. I wear it with a variety of scarves, necklaces, each one creates a different effect. The handbag is by the Goddess: Judith Lieber.

FINAL PHOTO, ALVIN AILEY OPENING NIGHT GALA: Wanted for crimes against BBE, Basic Brassiere Etiquette: Susan Fales-Hill at the Alvin Ailey Gala!!!! I’m turning myself into the police for this crime of fashion.   Can you say “Coconut Bra Effect”?   The strapless bra in natural light read “flesh toned,” under the flashbulbs it “strobed,” massively and hideously, like the headlights of a Volvo on an unlit country road on a rain soaked night.   I am my own “Fashion Don’t.”   Reader, avoid this fashion felony.   Make sure your brassiere will not scream its presence under your semi-diaphanous top.
[More crucial fashion no-no's on the blog, in "SEVEN DEADLY SARTORIAL SINS."]