Fly fucking feathers fly. please.

Icarus famously yet foolishly tried to escape prison by attaching feathered wings to his shoulders and inevitably he fell to his death due to

the sun’s rays. That probably wasn’t the correct use of feathers, so leave the flying to birds please.

Feathers have been used since ancient times, when slaves kept prominent women cool by fanning peacock feathers at them. They then became a form of decoration but also ostentation, with women wearing huge high-piled hairstyles topped by ostrich plumes and egret feathers during the Baroque era.

With this trend excelling fast, the plume adoration caused massive destruction to bird colonies, leading to the Lacey Act of 1900 deeming it unlawful to possess feathered fripperies.

Decades later we see Philip Treacy’s millineries permanently glued to muse Isabella Blow daily prior to her tragic death in 2007. Meanwhile his striking feathered hats are seen perching on the likes of Sarah Jessica Parker on the red carpet to Mc Queens 1999 Couture Givenchy show. Quill decorating moved southwards, appearing on skirts and dresses of Giambattista Valli, ADAM and Jason Wu’s Spring 2010 ready-to-wear collections. The cascading flutter of the feathers on the cat-walk produce a peaceful and iridescent atmosphere, with light reflecting through each swish. Dyed or sequined, feathers have flown back into our lives still holding a glamourous position, but will this look last? Or should we be expecting its migration?