When I think of the early 90s, I think of an era under the creative control of my mum. I was NEVER a grungey kid. Not one day of my life. No plaid shirts, no cutoffs, no angst. I grew up in a cloud of Diorissimo and various innocent halcyon-day scents in the brand spanking new Khaleeji nineties full of match-your-socks-to-your-bag, poufy-dress-ism. It was a veritable whirlpool of lurex-flecked velvet, lace and life-like fruit appliqués. Everything was new, shiny and stiff. We were fresh and impactful children, aesthetically speaking. My mother dressed in pantsuits and dresses with blazers on top. She carried a sensible, Thatcher-esque handbag full of documents and wore practical two-tone pumps with a 50mm block heel and maybe a hint of braid detailing.
My favorite accessories of hers (they are still my favs) was her collection of twisted velvet headbands. My mum is a busy woman who has no time for hair falling about; she walks through the doors of life face-first. The Hillary Clinton headband was, to me, the trademark of the busy, intelligent 90s lady. It was regal, elegant and efficient. It pulled the hair back, bringing the face to prominence and framing the head with a thick halo of rich, soft velvets and silks. What a power tool. No room to hide with that on your head. No shrinking violets allowed.
Today I bought myself one from Alexandre de Paris, who BTW have a fantastic selection of them in countless variations.
I have never been a fan of lots of accessories. If I ever wear anything, it's one item. Masses of rings and bracelets and chains make me nervous. Way too drippy and high maintenance. My style is all massive impact with minimum pieces. I would like to see those clean, classic early-nineties accessories make a comeback. They spoke of optimism, simplicity and efficiency and I miss them.