I’m never one to fuss over fringe. Where I come from, maximum value must be obtained from whatever you buy. I can see one of my auntie’s cringe at the thought of buying an expensive material and shredding it in the name of ‘fashion’. A full fledged Kaba and Slit is maximum value and use of cloth.
I can’t help but notice the cocky elements of fringe as I swapthrough Vogue’s issues (January – May 2015) From fringe purses to skirts, sleeves etc Vogue has simply assailed me. I must admit, it is tempting to think of owning something that dangles with every breeze as nothing in my personal style and choice of clothing ever favors loose, free, anything.
As thrilled as I am by the idea of trying something new, I see myself fussing and trying to prevent flying strands of cloth from brushing people’s faces if I stood too close, should I be wearing fringe. Perhaps fringe on the lower part of my body might suffice? Wait, what if my heels get caught on them? The longer I think this out, the more irrational the fears are, that come to mind.
I have seen certain fringe outfits that seem to have a sort of structure and firmness. Those definitely have me considering a visit to my tailor.
Might you want to risk fringe, here are few inspiration I drew from African designer lookbooks. If you aren’t fringe shy, do tell how you rocked this trend.