When it comes to fashion on the field it’s not all black and white

I suppose for “all the single ladies” the prospect of a male to female ratio of upwards of ten to one, is worth the obligatory washing of the hair, shaving of the legs and (heaven forbid) the almost impossible effort of selecting an outfit. I am of course talking about a day out to the races.

Married as I am and approaching my prime (isn’t 40 the new 30?), there was quite a bit less thought and effort on the appearances and quite a bit more on organizing my escape from Alcatraz. “What you didn’t tell me you were going to the races today, whose looking after the kids?”

Well I did escape in the end, and managed to sneak the acquisition of a hat onto my AMEX, “Oh I’ve had this for years – don’t you remember back in 2001 when we did the Oak Bank race thing in Adelaide??” Who knew? The Jedi mind trick actually works on the opposite sex? No wonder Star Wars is such a hit.


I was, however, a bit concerned when we arrived at the exclusive Members’ Enclosure at Royal Randwick Darby Day Races, and stepped into a sea of black and white. This was notwithstanding my efforts to assemble an appropriately autumn like racing ensemble (Khaki Louis Vuitton Hunting jacket, bronze skirt, matching sandals and handbag paired with a long brown feathered black Robin Hood hat with a touch of bling sourced (apparently on the cheap) from Mimco).

“Wow”, I wondered, “Did all of these women actually call each other up? Did they do the ‘ole, hey I’m wearing black and white what are you wearing…?” No in fact, after a number of enquiries I learned very quickly that it was David Jones Black and white day…..Ohhhhhhhhhh that makes sense!!! I must have missed the email.”

It also answered the question of why was it that every time I took a photo and asked the question, so where did you buy your hat, the standard answer was David Jones – of course.

In all honesty, there was a kind of symmetry to the sea of women donned in black on white – or was it white on black? There was however, an extensive spread of looks, with some really thoughtful pairings.


For example, a number of women accessorized with success big buckled, black leather gladiator sandals and biker styled leather black gloves with seemingly traditional cocktail dresses and hats. A very sexy look that said, “I may be a lady – but I like leather….” Lots of netting, black and white flowers, pearls rhinestones, feathers, all added to the drama.

Others went a completely different direction, focusing more on geometric hats produced by Queensland’s own Tracy MacKinnon (refer www.hatsbytracymac.com ) combined with more traditional cocktail attire. We met a group of four women all of whom sang her praises – and with good reason.

Another hat maker worth noting, Wendi Nutt, Milliner and Stylist heralding from Sydney’s own Balmain (www.philadelphiaphilpot.com). More complex designs, though we noted that Wendi herself sported her own cherry red flying saucer design which was a standout in the crowd. Apparently one of her hats had made it to final judging rounds – but we couldn’t hang around to see which made it to the winners circle….I was getting urgent phone calls from the homefront asking important questions like, where we normally kept the vegemite!!

Not all women adhered to the Southern hemispheric season, a number bucked the trend, choosing spring tones – more in keeping with the weather which was decidedly spring like.


I would have probably preferred to blend in - but this was a spontaneous albeit well planned outing for me – and let’s face it - who has time to read emails anyway?

Answering the age old question

Who says that a woman in a floral dresses is not as strong and convincing as another woman in a power, trouser suit of navy blue? Or that she can’t be as resolute about her job and results? How can you be taken seriously without compromising on fashion?

I shared my previous story with another very good friend of mine and she had one of her own. She had been living in the south of France for a number of years, nice warm climate, Mediterranean, relaxed mentality where summer was the time to save your pennies on the stockings and show off your beatifully bronzed legs.

Back in NY she found herself interviewing for IBM (the company for whom the blue suit was invented). A nice hot summer day, she wore... a skirt suit. Slim skirt, just above the knee, boxy jacket, reinforced with shoulder pads - obligatory at that time in fashion’s illustrious history- sleek black pumps. But of course au naturale on the legs.

Well the interview went great and she did end up taking the job, but the HR director gaver her a very strongly worded piece of advice, "NEVER EVER arrive bare legged to work." Oops!

She too was hit with the reality check, the fact that we are, before we even get a chance to open our mouths and say hello, picked apart for the first visual impression we make.

Our mission at Bizdress is to connect it all, and help our readers feel confident about what to wear at the workplace. We want to answer your questions and provide advice. What's more we want this to be your forum for sharing war stories - fashion or otherwise. We want you to know that in the corporate trenches you are not alone. Because women the world over are asking themselves the same question right now: what the heck am I going to wear to work today?

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The business of dressing

We’ve all been there. An important interview for the job you always wanted – you know you’ve got the goods – but want to make a strong first impression. So what do you wear?
If its finance – well forget the Moschino cow print – its going to have to be a super conservative, stock standard chalk grey pin stripe with black tights and flats. If it’s Marketing or HR, a bit less conservative – something that says you have a sensitive but creative side. BUT if its fashion – well that is a whole new ball game.
For one of my colleagues in fashion, it all started with a phone call, a headhunter looking to fill a position with Ralph Lauren. At the time she was working for, Paul Smith, a British house, classic with a twist – a house which to my mind suited her to a T.
To the first interview, she wore a short, shift dress, in a vintage rayon boucle, with a paint-brush print in shades of green, grey and black. She paired it with green, sexy-granny heels.
This was accessorized with a very cute, single feather earring (not sure which ear) that a friend had made for her. It was a good look that anyone in the industry would agree was pretty much all -purpose, conservative enough to not strike fear and yet subtly edgy.
Before the second interview, my friend visited the Ralph Lauren showcase shops in Paris and took a wild stab at style thinking Prince of Wales would do the trick!
In lovely earth tones of brown and black, and short, puff, Victorian sleeves, the green aforementioned shoes (they really go with everything!) along with a maxi-cardigan in a rich grey. It was all ever so Ralph – except for the one, lonely, feather earring.
My friend was a hit with the HR Director, who ultimately offered her one important word of advice for the next interview which was, “wear black, and deep six the feather earring.”
On the next interview, she chose a velvet skirt with a subtle bustle, and an old cashmere v-neck. The feather was replaced with diamond studs. Her hair was coiffed in a low ponytail though she had afterwards spoke of regretting not opting for a low bun.

This next meeting was with the European Director whose arrival could well have been signaled by the sounds of a fox horn calling the clan to the hunt. My friend assumed the horse was parked in the downstairs garage. The Director was all in black, but, unlike my friend, she seemed to own black.
At the end of the day holding up appearances for an interview was one thing but it was not at all clear that my friend was going to pull off the charade for a full-time job. In the final analysis she got the distinct impression that stylistically and potentially culturally she did not fit in.

When I first met Louis

It was 1997, I was in Singapore on a business trip and in between meetings. Wandering through the Raffles arcade I stumbled across a brand new Gucci boutique. I had recalled reading an article in the Wall St Journal not too long before that about how Gucci were re-launching their brand - cutting back mass production and focusing on quality hand fashioned products to re-establish their quality and design credentials.

Knowing that all of these things come at a price, with some trepidation I stepped into the boutique thinking - I'll just have a look....Well one thing led to another and there was this handbag - a lovely grey minimalist baby Gucci with chrome trim. I had to have it, what's more I had to have the matching wallet. My justification was I was turning 30 and didn't every professional woman entering the most important decade of her career require the best tools of the trade?

I think all up I paid about A$2500 for the matching set and it was a love affair I thought would last forever....but alas nearly ten years to the day my heart was broken. On a business trip in Melbourne, I again found myself in between meetings, this time we were having a quick bite in one of those lovely arcades. I was with a colleague and as I had offered to pay, I stooped to grab my bag (which I had thought was safely tucked under my chair) but somehow it disappeared!!!! Disblief and denial turned into desparation. In the end, the authorities did track down the culprit (on CC TV) but my Gucci was gone forever.


It just so happened that I had been using a different wallet and so I still have it and occaisionally take it out like an an old love letter. I did eventually replace the bag with a similarly coloured mini Louis - and so commenced a new love affair.

When a genius meets a madman

Louis Vuitton’s spring-summer ready to wear


After seeing Marc Jacobs 2010 spring-summer ready to wear collection for Louis Vuitton – I wondered was it the madness that gripped the world during the GFC or the rapid recovery that inspired this particular collection? Was he searching for something to cheer us up during the market downturn – or did this collection emerge like green shoots to provide us with the hope that life, like fashion, does indeed go on?

In her introduction to the collection, Kirstie Clements, Editor-in-Chief of Vogue Australia, said, “Marc Jacobs throws things up in the air, season after season.” The result, she says is a collection of, “pieces of madness” – highly concentrated pieces intricately detailed and showcased in layer over layer theme over theme. Everything from army green to dolly pink, with feathers and fur, tassles and trinkets.

It is on the face of it - a very eclectic collection – so don’t expect me to recommend anyone turn up to the office with any of the outfits presented on the runway, but as Kirstie Clements pointed out on the evening – breaking down the collection – there were a number of pieces that could be either dialed up or down to suit any occasion.

And in there lies the genius.

I have always been of the view that a wardrobe should be compiled in the same way as a good share portfolio. Begin with a base of quality classical pieces – these are your blue chips – they perform in good times and bad – if you take good care of them – they will last many years and still look as good as the day you first purchased them.

However, over time, as you build the portfolio, add diverse pieces that straddle a range of situations – from a meeting with your boss – to an interview with your son’s teacher – to your sister’s engagement drinks. These pieces – if chosen carefully – will leverage a good base wardrobe in a way that a classic will not. These pieces are therefore potentially the most valuable ones we carry in our wardrobe.



Whether it is truly madness or genius, this collection provides a number of interconnecting pieces that will effectively mix and match with a range of looks and colours. When paired with traditional blue chip pieces they will provide a layer of diversity that will extend your wardrobe beyond the basics.

Yes these pieces are risky, but any good calculated risk will deliver an appropriate return – and I can see no better investment in quality and design than the combination of Louis Vuitton and Marc Jacobs.

And while you may still hesitate to take this risk, I urge all women to occasionally dare to be different in the workplace (of course within reason). Diversity is not only an avenue for creativity, it is the source of inspiration and ultimately progress. We should therefore embrace those things that make us different and the benefits they deliver.