Punch in pink, not pretty in pink.

Barbie (not Barrie as autocorrect tries to tell me) is the main reason pink is seen as cutesy, girly and in the hierarchy of smart colours it sure is getting low (and not in a good way). If in fact Barrie or even instagram’s urban barbie had been at the conception of pink clothing it’s likely that pink could have taken a different turn.

Autumn’s fashion swings pink back into debate, the colour is like marmite. I don’t like marmite, I do like pink, if handled the right way. The feminist in me likes it best, it’s previous resurgence hasn’t done it justice but the key pieces this season make it a workplace gem. Part of it is mental, a well tailored pink sleaveless jacket in the right tone can set the right tone. The glass ceiling debated has been argued to a painful point. Lagard in one of this seasons staples may play into the ‘why does fashion have to define women’ argument as a stereotypical female foot forward, I don’t think that has to be the case.

Pink is an attitude and like Hepburn, I believe in it. These jackets are to be believed in too:

The tones of gray, pale turquoise and pink will prevail.
Christian Dior

I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.
Audrey Hepburn