“Fiori Couture – socks worthy of Marie Antoinette”
I can resist just about anything except beautiful vintage or inspired-by-vintage stockings or socks and my temptation overfloweth when they are lavishly decorated with hand-stitched seams. Such is the case, when I think of 1930s-inspired hosiery (with a modern twist), the divine creations produced by Susan Lafica, fashion designer behind Fiori Couture, whose socks are worthy of Queen Marie Antoinette, breath-taking, handmade pieces of art in the form of hosiery and couture gowns. Susana’s socks, inspired by old Hollywood glamour, are made of the finest materials, often embellished with antique buttons, pearls and Swarovski rhinestones. I love wearing this exquisite brand not only because the couture socks look spectacular and are incredibly well made but also because they go so beautifully with true vintage clothes. For my weekend in Florence, which you can read about here, I paired my precious pink tule Fiori socks with a 1940s jacket, Prada skirt and late 1940s purse.
Edith Head once said “You can have anything in life if you dress for it.” And that’s exactly how I feel in Fiori’s hosiery but be warned, like any other statement piece, it will turn heads wherever you go and might result in people stopping you every so often to ask where you got it from.
Queen Marie Antoinette by Elizabeth Vigee-Le Brun (1778)Moi during the latest trip to Florence in 1940s jacket, Prada skirt and of course Fiori Couture socks.
When I look at Fiori’s collections, past and present, I think of “She walks in Beauty “, my favourite poem by Lord Byron.
” She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent! “