Joanne Watkinson

Fashion Stylist, Consultant & Writer

Liverpool - Manchester - London

Never mind Emily...

Never mind Emily...

Last week I suggested you get your fashion fix by catching up on the new series of Emily in Paris.
In the column I referenced Patricia Field, who was of course the stylist behind the original Sex and the City, a show synonymous with fashion.
However Field is in fact not Emily in Paris’ stylist, she is wardrobe consultant on the Netflix hit, which features Lily Collins in the title role of a young American working in the French capital.
The costume designer is actually Marylin Fitoussi. Fitoussi is French, and the pairing of the two women makes perfect sense. The show’s styling creates a clear divide between the American in Paris and the Parisians.
If you are yet to binge the entire series, don’t worry this is a spoiler free-zone.
Emily in Paris features a fantasy wardrobe that is in no way shape or form achievable or affordable without a lottery win or a trust fund.
We allow this creative licence in the interest of aesthetics, just as we did 20 years ago when Carrie Bradshaw appeared to have the sort of disposable income that allowed her to shop at Manolo Blahnik, Jimmy Choo and Fendi, despite only writing one newspaper column per week.
While Emily swans around the City of Light in a designer wardrobe of attention-grabbing clashing prints, it is the rest of the female cast whose clothes really shine.
As I would expect from a depiction of French women by a French woman, their style is far more elegante as they themselves might put it.
Emily’s friend Camille gives us classic young Parisienne style, but it is her fierce boss, Sylvie, played by French actress Philippine Leroy – Beaulieu who steals the best-dressed crown.
From start to finish, her wardrobe of beautifully cut blazers, silk blouses, pant suits and metallic tailoring has been the highlight by a mile.
Sylvie is a woman in her 50s (the actress herself is 58) and the beauty of the styling is that her age is embraced and any ideas about making her appear more conservative, or less sexy than her twentysomething castmates are tossed in the Seine.
Refused to be held back by the many fashion don’ts placed on middle-aged women, Sylvie exposes her arms in structured dresses, her décolletage in impossibly sexy shirts unbuttoned to the breast bone, and her legs in split-hem skirts and slim-cut trousers, and she is sensational.
It is one of the best lessons in how to look fabulous in your fifties I have ever seen on screen.
Now tell me you are going to watch it...

What can i do?

What can i do?

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