Go your own way #2: Angel
I have a demonic expression in the photo below for good reason. The shawl looked ridiculous. I took it out with me in my bag that day, but there it stayed. As for the lace leggings, I’d look like Tiffany on a pie diet if I tried that. Best stick with the old faithful black pair. I needed a long shirt to cover my Lycra’d rump. Luckily my great pal Adam not only designs menswear for FARHI by Nicole Farhi but is generous as well, so I have in my possession the most brilliant long, poplin manshirt of the sort of visible quality I’d never usually shell out for, and I put this on over everything. It’s so useful it never really gets washed. This sort of garment is the best friend of the festival goer – not a lace shawl. For starters you need to be able to move to the music without looking like you’re in a shamanic dance workshop/The Crow. Plus, shawls may look chic on narrow, birdlke shoulders but I looked like I’d just got out of the bath wrapped in a towel. I suppose a good long head of hair might balance it out a bit. I’ll splash some Baby Bio on later.
Angel
Devil
Conclusions:
- Delicate shawls for delicate shoulders; manly shirt for manly shoulders
I've always found it funny when people write letters to the Guardian's Weekend magazine complaining that the recipe ingredients are too middle class and the fashion only looks good on thin people. After all, it's just a magazine. Or is it? I decided to follow its recipes, fashion and lifestyle advice as closely as possible, to see if the aspirations promoted therein can really be achieved by the average reader who is not especially wealthy, not necessarily model thin and is obliged to work regular office hours. This blog has no affiliation whatsoever with the Guardian but I link to the Weekend magazine website for the purposes of illustration. 
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