Today I found my ultimate dream wardrobe at the V&A's latest exhibition of costumes worn by the Supremes, the super girl group of the 1960s. In their day, only rivalled by The Beatles, the Supremes played a role in paving the way for women and racial discrimination, but their main draw card were their dazzling outfits. I can't say what attracts to me to the sparkly, the brash and the obvious, but I've always loved a bit of glamarama. The sequins, fringing, massive bell sleeves, psychadelic and word prints and a plethora of pleated, printed polyester chiffon are what dreams are made of. And who doesn't love a good fish tail maxi? Beyonce and co have lessons to learn from Diana, Florence and Mary (and that does not mean House of Dereon or Sweetface). The part of the display that got me most excited, as per usual, was the gift shop where I spent half an hour picking which variety of feathery eyelash to buy as a souvenir. (Spider leg lashes with red rain drop tips.)
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