Can you get away with wearing bright orange?
The Dutch can.
Thanks to their Royal Family, the House of Orange, it seems that here is a nation able to get away with any item of clothing or accessory... anything at all... as long as it's orange. Noone else in the world can do this, but for the Dutch anything goes... as long it is orange.
A friend of mine (let's call her Dorothy because she has spent a lot of her life in Oz) and I found ourselves at a post-Eurovision party in Belgrade last May. We bumped into a bunch of guys who had been in the row in front of us in the Belgrade Arena.
This was our view of the pre-Contest favourite to win due to their enthusiastic flag waving. At first sight you might think the blurred mess down the left, the flag obscuring the performer relegates this image to my 'nearly picture' pile. Trust me... the shoes turned out to be the best thing about poor Charlotte Pirelli and she came 18th.
It was hardly a coincidence we saw the Dutch guys later... noone in Belgrade could miss them! Orange shirts. Orange trousers. Orange shorts. Blond wigs tied onto their heads with orange ribbons. Orange baseball caps. Orange lollipops. Orange watch straps. And then just as we're all overheating thanks to dancing to a succession of Eurovision blockbusters out comes the piece de resistance... the orange feather fan.
See how it clashes with my rosy cheeks? It wouldn't have done if I was Dutch.
The Dutch can.
Thanks to their Royal Family, the House of Orange, it seems that here is a nation able to get away with any item of clothing or accessory... anything at all... as long as it's orange. Noone else in the world can do this, but for the Dutch anything goes... as long it is orange.
A friend of mine (let's call her Dorothy because she has spent a lot of her life in Oz) and I found ourselves at a post-Eurovision party in Belgrade last May. We bumped into a bunch of guys who had been in the row in front of us in the Belgrade Arena.This was our view of the pre-Contest favourite to win due to their enthusiastic flag waving. At first sight you might think the blurred mess down the left, the flag obscuring the performer relegates this image to my 'nearly picture' pile. Trust me... the shoes turned out to be the best thing about poor Charlotte Pirelli and she came 18th.
It was hardly a coincidence we saw the Dutch guys later... noone in Belgrade could miss them! Orange shirts. Orange trousers. Orange shorts. Blond wigs tied onto their heads with orange ribbons. Orange baseball caps. Orange lollipops. Orange watch straps. And then just as we're all overheating thanks to dancing to a succession of Eurovision blockbusters out comes the piece de resistance... the orange feather fan.
See how it clashes with my rosy cheeks? It wouldn't have done if I was Dutch.
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