I've wanted a pair of fishnet tights for about the past decade. For some inexplicable reason, whilst I've managed to spend hundreds that I don't have on gold-capped leopard print shoes, multi-coloured faux fur bombers and all sorts of other eyesores with princely price-tags, I've never got round to parting with, say, £12, for a pair of fishnet tights. So, when I was buying some socks for a shoot last week in my favourite hosiery store, Tabio, I scooped some up. I actually ended up accidentally buying a pair of brown tights on my first attempt. Doh. I'm not sure I can think of anything more gopping than a pair of brown fishnets. Like cross-hatched dung. Or fake tan in the format of Tudor windows.
Anyway, the fascinating thing about the fishnet tights in these photos is surely quite how creepy they've come out. They look both frosted and glittery. They look much more glittery than netty. I'm not sure the overall effect is flattering, nor particularly indicative of their existence as fishnets. Which is a bummer, but not enough for me to re-shoot the looks with a pair of normal opaques and therefore struggle for a 'hook' in which to waffle for two paragraphs about what I verily present in visual form.
So. Enjoy my glittery tights. I'm also sporting my new Shakuhachi ponyskin skirt which is, without doubt, the itchiest thing I have EVER owned. Small bristly hairs seem to fall off the skirt and onto my tummy, despite my pulling my tights all the way up to my tits, on a daily basis. It's purgatory, pure PURGATORY. But -- it is a purgatory I must suffer. Why? Because I bought the skirt via Nasty Gal, which comes with evil, whopping customs and duty taxes. So as a result, I will force myself to wear it this itchy overpriced skirt for evermore.
I'm wearing a polo neck by & Other Stories, a men's white dress shirt, a Shakuhachi ponyskin skirt, fishnet tights from Tabio, platform boots from Topshop, Whistles Graphic Cut-Out Cuff and rings by Crazy Pig, Verameat, Links of London and & Other Stories.