People often ask me where my obsession of fashion came from. I cannot deny the weighty influence of magazines. But my earliest and fondest memories of fashion came from my mother’s wardrobe. In the 80s Shanghai wass’t the “Paris of the East” as it is known today. Back then thanks to Chairman Mao, not many people understood fashion or knew how to dress, except for my mom. Blessed with an enviable figure and the radiant countenance of someone 10 years younger, she always looked effortless and elegant. She was my heroine, and I longed to be able to wear her clothes one day.
It was a shame that we didn’t bring more of my mom’s clothes to Melbourne when we made the trans-Pacific move. This velvety top is only one of the few surviving jewels. I’m amazed that despite it being over 30 years old, it is still on trend. Maybe my mother’s youthful genes rubbed off on her clothes. Let’s hope that they are also transferable to their wearers.