An Open Letter to Stella McCartney
Dear Stella,
When I was 13, I thought your horse stuff for Chloe was brilliant. I love that your dad is a Beatle, but that your talent and success is strictly your own. I was sad to read you and Phoebe Philo had a falling out. I like that your Manhattan boutique is in the Meatpacking District and not on the Gold Coast. That is all to say, I think you’re really great.
When you came out with your first collection for GapKids, I was so excited. You see, Stella, I stand at a solid 5′0″. My mini frame means I can (sometimes) get away with wearing kids’ clothes, in all their twee (and relatively inexpensive) glory. I immediately snapped up the pink tutu skirt and paired it with a tight black tank, sheer black tights and black patent heels. It made me want to twirl and frolic.
When your second collection came around, I was even more excited. But alas, Stella, I was disappointed. Everything was cut for, well, a 6-year-old. I would have been willing to drop nearly $70 on the cheeky anchor sweater, but it was too boxy and short for someone who has gone through puberty. I dug the sailor shorts and the gingham jacket, but the fits were no good. And did I mention how all the big sizes were sold out? It’s like everyone had the same idea I did!
Stella, I think this means one thing and one thing only: you need to design a line for regular people Gap. A line made for women (and maybe for men, too) that doesn’t force adults into oddly fitted children’s gear. A line that is worn by the people it was designed for. A line that shows Target what diffusion lines are really about. Please? Did I mention I think you’re really great?
Yours,
Julia
