Regular readers will know of my long-established disdain for fishnets, which was first detailed here back in the Old Silurian times, and then occasionally repeated when I was short of material.
I am semi-sufferably pleased, therefore, to note that “hot author” Sloane Crosley (I Was Told There’d Be Cake) has little use for them either. As she writes in the June InStyle:
The flapper-era favorites start out strong at the toe but can quickly work their way up to awkward. Assuming the thighs in question are of a healthy circumference, what seemed like the ultimate retro peekaboo garment morphs into a square-by-square measuring system for how much bigger your thighs are than your calves. So if you can find a pair of fishnet knee-highs, you’re in business. Otherwise, just throw the fishnets overboard.
This rule does not necessarily apply if, for instance, you happen to be Angelina Jolie:
Photo by Mark Seliger. Was I short of material? What do you think?