Peter Som, Rag & Bone, Thakoon.
DKNY, BCBG Max Azria, Tibi.
If the first few days of fashion week is anything to go by, bare midriffs, abs and all, are truly here to stay. While I was expecting Ghesquiere's last Balenciaga collection featuring that crop top to make a small dent in the accessibility of the midriff (with Zara and Josh Goot making variations on a theme), I wasn't expecting a full scale resurgence of a naked midsection a year later both on and off the runway. Not that I have anything against cropped tops when they're executed with taste - none of those cut-up slogan tees, tight shorts and the possibility of some serious muffin top damage. Yes you're revealing some skin but it doesn't need to be overtly sexual, demure and subtle is the key to tackling this trend. The long sleeve crop top says 'Hey I have a killer bod, and I have no problem putting that out in the open but I need to maintain some class here' while the under the jacket or paired with a high waisted skirt look speaks refined sensibility with a level of femininity in much the same was as a thigh high split or bare back.
My real issue comes from the fact that I don't have the toned abdominals that I have been yearning for the past 10 months. While I'm quite a petite little lady on first glance, my food baby is cleverly hidden under oversized shirts, baggy tees and the occasional high waist skirt. But not longer can I secretly harbour my cravings for good food. In the bare-all situation that is cropped tops, no amount of crunches, planks toe touches and bicycles can sculpt toned abs and obtain the line. It's all diet says my PT and my boyfriend. Therefore I must say adieu to you my precious cheat days, you have served me well in the past but no more.
