Another beautiful treasury from pink milk Sarah who has been pretty good at catching them these past few weeks! Le look parisien par excellence, ma coco... Love it.
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Showing posts with label chanel. Show all posts
Tuesday, 8 September 2009
At the rue Cambon...
Another beautiful treasury from pink milk Sarah who has been pretty good at catching them these past few weeks! Le look parisien par excellence, ma coco... Love it.
Tuesday, 23 October 2007
Self-indulgent post, but pretty colours...
A rouge noir de nos jours this is the latest colour for stylish nails which panic buying amongst Parisian fashionistas and a stock shortage. Not usually concerned with nails in general apart from the usual low-key and necessary maintenance, this deserves a post because the shade is so deliciously luscious, so divinely yummy that I had to share.
Scandal has broken out however, with YSL launching a tulipe noire of its own, more of a violet noir, than the rich Bordeaux at Chanel. Devastatingly chic for winter, ladies.
For me, rouge noir still has the edge ever so slightly…
Saturday, 7 July 2007
Haute couture week in Paris
A season full of rival anniversaries - John Galliano celebrating ten years at Dior as the label clocks up sixty, Christian Lacroix ringing in twenty years and Valentino ditching Paris for Rome as he plans the party of all parties for the 45th anniversary of his fashion house - was always going to involve retro frocks and the words 'in hommage to' gracing just about every catwalk report going. But amid the hair pulling over who threw the best anniversary soiree were some of the gems the Paris couture audience rely on to justify next year's front-row seat. Here are a few...
Gisele does stunning forties Film Noir for Dior...
A little later we have My Fair Lady on acid...
The Chanel team soldiered on depsite the incessant rain, with some beautiful cutting:
...and questionable eyewear:
But amongst the big-hitters it was relative newcomer Elie Saab who showed couture for couture, showcasing his skill on the cutting table and texture know-how:
with beautiful, drapey columns fit to flatter:
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Gisele does stunning forties Film Noir for Dior...
A little later we have My Fair Lady on acid...
The Chanel team soldiered on depsite the incessant rain, with some beautiful cutting:
...and questionable eyewear:
But amongst the big-hitters it was relative newcomer Elie Saab who showed couture for couture, showcasing his skill on the cutting table and texture know-how:
with beautiful, drapey columns fit to flatter:
Visit aufeminin.com for more.
Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Lagerfeld Schmagerfeld
On the Eurostar back from London this weekend, I read a piece on Karl Lagerfeld, subtitled 'The Most Powerful Man in Fashion'. I have to say I beg to differ, seeing as has been churning out variations on the same stunningly boring monochrome theme for for the past few years, single-handedly turning the House of Chanel into something appraoching a parody of what Mademoiselle envisaged until even the famously fawning Paris fashion press has been heard to mutter that the latest Chanel collection is a bit 'bof', but that's by the bye. I was interested to see that he used to look like this:
He now looks like this:
having passed through this, on the way:
How did someone who started off more or less normal-looking end up resembling such a preening Queen? (To prove my point, we'll overlook the bathing suit, here he is with his friend YSL). He's alarming enough in print but I bet in the flesh he has the sort of face that would make small children start crying. And probably adult members of the fashion press, where they not duty-bound to write that everything he does is marvellous.
In his 18th century hotel particulier, he has rooms full of hundreds of suits, jeans and fingerless gloves in the same colours, yet chooses to wear essentially the same thing every day. He finds the time to 'design' nine collections a year for Chanel, five for Fendi and several for his own-name labels in a few hours every morning, dressed in a long white smock. His desire to stay current is such that when reading substantial paperbacks, he tears out each page as he finishes it, and regularly gets rid of art, belongings and friends. I fail to see how someone so far removed from reality, cocooned in money and power, can possibly have any idea of what women would want to wear, yet he does, along with his enourmous entourage of helpers. He does not however, set trends.
Alicia Drake, a Paris-based British fashion writer has written an expose of Lagerfeld and Saint Laurent's bittersweet relationship entitled The Beautiful Fall, which documents their domination of French fashion in the seventies, incurring the wrath of the great man, who attempted to sue her, before proclaiming her book "the dirtiest thing in the world". I think I might read it for just that reason.
He now looks like this:
having passed through this, on the way:
How did someone who started off more or less normal-looking end up resembling such a preening Queen? (To prove my point, we'll overlook the bathing suit, here he is with his friend YSL). He's alarming enough in print but I bet in the flesh he has the sort of face that would make small children start crying. And probably adult members of the fashion press, where they not duty-bound to write that everything he does is marvellous.
In his 18th century hotel particulier, he has rooms full of hundreds of suits, jeans and fingerless gloves in the same colours, yet chooses to wear essentially the same thing every day. He finds the time to 'design' nine collections a year for Chanel, five for Fendi and several for his own-name labels in a few hours every morning, dressed in a long white smock. His desire to stay current is such that when reading substantial paperbacks, he tears out each page as he finishes it, and regularly gets rid of art, belongings and friends. I fail to see how someone so far removed from reality, cocooned in money and power, can possibly have any idea of what women would want to wear, yet he does, along with his enourmous entourage of helpers. He does not however, set trends.
Alicia Drake, a Paris-based British fashion writer has written an expose of Lagerfeld and Saint Laurent's bittersweet relationship entitled The Beautiful Fall, which documents their domination of French fashion in the seventies, incurring the wrath of the great man, who attempted to sue her, before proclaiming her book "the dirtiest thing in the world". I think I might read it for just that reason.
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