Tackling ‘demi-ski', snow-time's most overlooked fashion category
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I want to look stylish at the snow: what do I pack?
Demi-ski attire is the most overlooked category, along with cognac-carrying Saint Bernards, when packing for a winter escape to the snowfields. There's mid-ski clothing, appropriate on black-diamond runs where footwear involves skis or a snowboard, which falls into the sporting-goods category, après-ski, which covers anything that offers camouflage to spilt schnapps or fondue and won't melt if you sit too close to the fireplace, and finally, demi-ski. This comprises items that can take you from chalet to restaurant without contracting hypothermia or attracting freezing stares from the local fashion police behind their Gentle Monster sunglasses.
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Functionality with flair is your fashion filter for staying warm while looking hot, as demonstrated here by Jennifer Lopez in Aspen, Colorado. As J-Lo herself would say, it's about adding extras to the basics. Upgrade your urban, basic-black parka by adding a fur trim or lining. Break away from solid-colour knitwear with Fair Isle cabling and colours. And leave leggings made from standard Lycra in the laundry basket at home and invest in warm, woollen versions. The snug fit balances heavy outerwear and will stop you from being mistaken for a snowman.
Footwear should be warm, waterproof and have enough grip to prevent unexpected snow-ploughs down steep paths. Meanwhile, statement sunglasses give you the rare opportunity to flash a logo without exposing expensive handbags to the elements. And remember to go beyond the standard sports-bar uniform of a beanie or baseball cap by adding a faux-fur hat for a dash of drama. Just remember to leave it at home before your next trip to the football.
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