I am slightly obsessed with Florence Welch. I often find myself musing on whether she came to us through some time travelling portal.
Did she slip in via some 1970s Ossie Clark/Thea Porter time travel wardrobe, swathed in hippy goddess threads and long Titian hair? Maybe. Or maybe she was a long lost star of the 1930s, an Art Deco goddess in the style of almost forgotten actresses like Kay Francis and Eleanor Powell,waltzing around in swathes of bias cut silk and furs, emoting elegant suffering at the hands of Cary Grant and Ronald Coleman.
After seeing the glamorous star opening the Harrods sale today, I’m inclined to think the laster. Florence appeared in a vintage routemaster bus dressed head to toe in Chanel. I tweeted that I was hoping she would opt for something a bit SnowQueen in fitting with Christmas, but that she appeared looking more Scottish Widow, although looking glorious all the same.
Every outfit worn by Florence is an event, and I make no apologies in saying I can see her featuring heavily on Fashion-Mommy in 2012. Her sheer elegance induces awe from me and I believe she is one of the best dressed of 2012.
What did Florence buy? My guess.