Monday, November 28, 2011
The thought of swimwear at Christmas is something that leaves most women in a hot sweat. If like me you've slightly over done it on the comfort food and made yourself believe that everyone gains weight over winter then I have your answer: rouched one pieces. This little number will hide all your lumps and bumps but is also sexy enough to make you appear less beached whale and more Sports Illustrated meets couture. Let's hope.
So much importance is placed on finding the perfect LBD that we have totally neglected the LLD (little leopard dress). Contrary to popular belief, leopard is totally classic and can be worn by any age as long as it's done right. The above leopard shift dress from animal print masters Dolce & Gabbana is the perfect example: silk, pockets, not too fitted and perfect print. Be careful of (dare I say it) cheap leopard print, it's cheap for a reason. I suggest making a deal with Santa Claus and asking for the real deal.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Now I'm sure none of you are strangers to dip dyeing, it's everywhere, on everyone, some good, some bad, some criminal. I remember the days when I used to colour the tips of my hair with different highlighters during chemistry classes at school. Who cared about the periodic table when you could have fluro green hair. This experimentation got a little out of hand when I decided to take it one step further and buy pink hair dye at Ad Hoc (seeing Baby Spice's phenomenal ombre hair on MTV was the final straw).
My DIY ombre looked fierce for the first week, everyone apart from my mother and prehistoric gym teacher loved it. That was until it started to wash out to reveal a colour that would make Cilla Black uncomfortable.
Regardless of that, the itch has come back and I'm seriously considering going back to Ad Hoc and trying baby blue.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
I was lucky enough to go to a private Lana Del Rey concert in London. As my friend said, it was very 'industry'. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb but as soon as Lana sashayed over to start singing all eyes were on her. She managed to mesmerise everyone in the room with her sultry tones, dreamy lyrics and Jessica Rabbit-ness (yes that last adjective was made up).
Lana Del Rey, what a babe.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
I'm totally into nail art these days. The gaudier the better, glitter check, sparkles check, heck even the odd nail design. As long as it's not acrylic or square tipped it's ok. The hard part is choosing which Deborah Lipmann glitter polish will be gracing my little fingers when I'm opening my presents this Christmas. Tough decisions ahead.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Once again Peter Dundas has hit a home run. Pucci's renaissance continues and it's now by far one of the most exciting fashion houses out there. Gone are the days when mentioning Pucci would conjure up images of Palm Beach pensioners playing bridge or Russian hookers who look like Pucci had literally thrown up all over them.
These pictures already have me picking out my summer wardrobe and deciding on how to realistically become a size 0 (apparently steaming every day for 30 minutes doesn't quite do the trick).
Saturday, November 19, 2011
So 90% of the time I'm blogging about bags, shoes, jewellery and stealing from Goyard but I wanted to do something a little different today. I'm blessed to be best of friends with a hugely talented young artist. Clementine is genuinely the next big thing in the art world and I am the proud owner of a small canvas that she painted me for my 21st birthday. Unlike those 'talented' friends we all have that shouldn't be allowed within a mile of a crafts store (glue guns don't do anyone any favours), Clementine is the real deal. If my art critiquing seems questionable then you only have to ask Saatchi & Saatchi who voted her Best Emerging Artist 2010-2011. Badass.
Check out her art at www.clementinemcgaw.com
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Some snapshots from my fabulous trip to see the Dior and Chanel couture shows in Paris in February. I can't believe that my Jason Wu feathered coat and I witnessed Galliano's last hurrah before the rather unfashionable case of I-drink-too-much-and-talk-a lot-of-shit-itus. Breathtaking designs and enough food to keep L'Avenue in business for another year until my next visit.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Without a shadow of a doubt my best purchase this season has been my silver metallic Stella McCartney clutch bag. This puppy is big enough to use during the day and I can fill it with things that I actually never use but feel better when they're by my side (take note Eve Lom hand cream and 5 different shades of Chanel lipstick). Having said this, it also has the za-za-zou to take it out at night and not let you down on the glitz factor. Not only this but I've never received so many compliments on a bag before, even my beloved vintage crocodile Costance doesn't get cooed over as much. Overall a win-win situation plus the added satisfaction of knowing that it's sold out everywhere.
These sunglasses gave me this wonderful feeling in the bottom of my stomach. The feeling that I last felt when trying on a pair of Prada's Baroque sunglasses (which I later bought two pairs of). These are those kind of glasses, so special and so worthwhile. It's funny how such a little thing can transform an entire look and give you that feeling self entitlement and pity for people that just don't get how great your sunglasses are.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 14, 2011
I've never been a fan of small eyebrows that look drawn on or like they've had a scuffle with a pair of Tweezermans. Darker, bigger, bolder and better. A makeup artist once told me that if you watch every Disney Princess they have thick brows whereas the evil Queens have thin, spindly brows. Coincidence? I think not.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
I think all of us have a Jersey girl inside of us waiting to jump out (I commend all my readers who watch such gems as Jerseylicious and Real Housewives of New Jersey). This is why the final D&G collection really does it for me. I must say I've never been a big fan of diffusion lines, they are still overpriced and I always believe it's better to have one big splurge than a couple 'whatever' purchases. Having said this, this is the first diffusion collection that has really caught my eye. I love me a bit of 80s silk prints (hello vintage Versace) and anything gold and remotely offensive. This collection really does tick all my boxes and I for one will be wearing this and waving goodbye to the house of D&G.
Say ta-ta in style.
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Generally anything in the shape of an animal tends to bother me. It reminds me of little old ladies who collect china figurines of dogs (or even worse cats). Having said that I finally think that I get it. Bare in mind that rather than having a little dog figuring standing proudly on my window sill I'd rather have the Balenciaga version staring out from my chest.
The Joseph tiger sweater is my absolute favourite (above the Carven, below and the Balenciaga German Shepherd) because it looks somewhat tribal and could almost be something that your kooky grandmother who collects Wedgewood would make you.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
I've always been a sucker for old trunks. Louis Vuitton, Goyard, heck even the battered leather ones. I managed to persuade my parents to buy me a trunk to take all of my clothes, posters of prepubescent boy bands and secret stash of Haribo to boarding school even though a suitcase would have been far more practical and 7,000 times lighter. Sadly when I left boarding school the trunk stayed without me. I've often stayed up contemplating hiring a team of female discus throwers to attempt to steal the pile of Goyard trunks stacked on top of one another outside their London flagship store on Mount Street. Part of me is all for this however the more ethical and honest side of me is starting to save up.
Not long after receiving my Topshop curve heeled boots I realised that no matter how much I wanted them to be the Walter Steiger's, they just didn't cut it. Back to Topshop they went. It was only a matter of time before the empty shoe box space in my closet was filled. Fill it I did with none other than the original Walter Steiger's.
Moral of the story: invest in the original. It's always the best.