There is a wonderful Ibiza style exhibition on at the moment at the peerless Centro Cultural S’Alamera in Vara de Rey (check it out – there is always some fabulous and free photography exposition happening). This one is a tribute to that most whimsical of Ibicenco fashion movements – the seventies ‘Ad Lib‘ style – and makes me dream of living in Ibiza in times past.
Homespun embroidery and artisan island techniques were combined with exotic Eastern styling and found their way onto the wild and tanned bodies of the free-spirited hippies. Also everyone danced with no tops on (girls included), which looked like lots of fun.
Inspired by photos of my Papa and his gang in Dalt Vila in ’69, and by those of my friend Tony Keeler, here I am in my own version of the Ibiza style trend. Being allergic to floor-length white cotton skirts and ‘peasant’ blouses, I have opted for an ivory crocheted tunic and punchy ponyskin leopard flats. You’ll remember from last year that I am rarely sans a leopard print shoe of some description, and this year’s are becoming a firm favourite. You’d think the ankle strap would cut off the foot in an unbecoming manner. It doesn’t, so that’s good.
My bag, natch, is from Injaaaaaah where all the cool kids go for winter. Well actually it’s just where we went. I don’t know where anyone else went. It was 50p in Jodhpur, which I thought to be bargainous. Bless the little hands that beaded it.
My dress is actually from Zara, although I have cut out the label so no-one knows. I shan’t tell you where the shoes are from as I love them too much to want you to wear them.
My jewellery, as ever is from Daisy, whose founder I am marrying later this year. Happy days.
Thanks for reading. It’s good to be back x