Alas, there is barely enough light here to get my camera to focus properly but the photos are merely here to illustrate a bulky mass gathering around my shoulders.  Yes, those are some might hefty shoulders pads I have going on there.  I did say I wanted to shape-up with some sharpened up shoulders a la Martin Margiela AW07-8 (any excuse to click to Martin Margiela's genius website...) and when the likes of Roisin Murphy pulls it off so effortlessly, it almost makes me want to prance about with some American football shoulder pads under my t-shirts.  However, the addition of so much bulk to my shoulders somehow makes me feel not completely at ease.  I now know I would not have survived in the Claude Montana era of power dressing because I've been blindly programmed into looking adorable/cute/quirky (all adjectives commentors regularly use...) and distinctly unsexy/unpowerful.  I kept the massive shoulder pads in this vintage leather jacket in to slowly trial whether I can handle some shoulder action.  Perhaps the real McCoy in the form of the shocking pink sharp shouldered Martin Margiela sweater would help the cause a lot more but of course that would also be a very expensive wardrobe trial indeed.  Exaggeration around the legs, the hips I can handle but somehow when it is all heaped onto my shoulders, I suddenly feel like I should be playing up to some sort of pushy/bolshy/'in yer face' character that quite frankly, is not in my personality DNA.  A physical example would be me with that jacket on shoving my shoulder pads into someone's face on a crushed tube train.  However, I can't deny that there is something quite empowering about the shoulders accenuated like that but perhaps I'm not ready yet to take that much weight on my shoulders.