PS: No word from me for a week because I’m off to Ibiza for a week of sun, sea and spinning around in a disco frenzy. Don’t talk about me when I’m gone…
So after three solid months of press days (when all the fashion brands and high street stores show their autumn winter collections), I’m now faced with the prospect of ‘Christmas in July’. This is the same thing but shoe-horned into a month and showcasing the Christmas collections (party dresses and ‘gift ideas’). My prediction for the party season? Cocktail dresses will replace prom dresses as the frock of choice for the cool girl. Luella started it all off with her fuchsia pink concoction and River island and Monsoon have already jumped on the bandwagon. I gotta tell ya, these dresses are something special. Accessorise with a smoky eye and bedhead hair.
Pic: River Island autumn/winter 07
The lovely Alber Elbaz, Lanvin’s artistic director, is up to receive the 2007 Couture Council Award for Artistry of Fashion from New York’s Fashion Institute of Technology. I’ve never heard of this award but whatever. Elbaz is a design genius and always comes across as the sweetest, humblest guy. Go Alber!
I am SICK with excitement at the thought of the Dior couture show on July 2nd. I keep hearing more and more Chinese whispers about this show. From the promise of a full gospel choir, to the dress code of black tie for all the attendees, to the rumour of Christy, Linda, Kate and Naomi WALKING THE RUNWAY!
Oh I WISH I could be there.
Picture source: Style.com
I must be going through a midlife crisis. I bought my third bourgeois bag yesterday totally on impulse. A quick browse in Rellik (vintage store to the stars) turned into a twenty minute deliberation, not helped by the torrential downpour outside prolonging my visit. Finally I caved.
This 80s(?) Celine bag in never-dates camel with gold hardwear and adjustable/removable strap will work a treat with the new grown up look I’m cultivating. Think Studio 54-era Lauren Hutton in skinny blazer (I need to upgrade my Brooks Brothers one which has gone a bit – ugh- shiny), straight-leg Calvin Klein jeans (my Nudie’s will do for now) and vintage Charles Jourdan court shoes ($60 darlings from Miami, RESULT!!!). Just add a silk shirt unbuttoned to there and flowy, wavy hair (hmm, this bit’s tricky considering I haven’t had long hair since I was 15). Kisses to French Vogue and Emanuelle Alt for the inspiration. For more bourgeois bags check out www.retrodress.com (thanks to teenfashionista.blogspot.com for the heads up).
1) Celine leather bag, Rellik
2) Gucci navy calfskin bag, www.retrodress.com
3) Gucci navy fabric bag www.memphsvintage.com
1) A new film, Paris Je T’aime, starring Steve Buscemi (my guilty crush), Natalie Portman and Maggie Gyllenhaal comes out later this year. It collates the work of a group of different directors (including my fave Gus Van Sant) who were each given their own five-minute segment to film in the arronidissement of their choice. Got to be worth a look.
2) As if Ebay isn’t addictive enough there’s an upscale online auction site called www.portero.com. This site specialises in cast-offs of the Hermes, Chanel and Cartier variety. Click at your peril.
3) Www.yoox.com is celebrating the golden age of Gucci with a special area of vintage picks. No, not Tom Ford tat but handbags, dresses and suits from the 50s to the 70s.
4) Life hasn’t been the same since Helmut Lang parted ways with Prada. Where to go for a reflective dress, anonymous jean or Crombie-style-coat-for-girls? Well, since Theory bought the company things have been looking up. Rumour has it that a Meatpacking District store is in the pipeline although nothing’s been signed off. Of course, it’s not Helmut Helmut, but it’s the next best thing, no?
5) From 19th-28th June, Bruce Weber’s cult movie Let’s Get Lost is being shown at New York’s Film Forum. If you go, don’t forget to get me a T-shirt will you? http://www.filmforum.org/films/letsgetlost.html
6) Dare I believe the news that Judith Leiber is opening soon in London?
7) It transpires Henry Holland isn’t just a one-T-shirt pony. Latest news is that he and Agynes Deyn are working on a jewellery collaboration. So don’t write him off just yet.
8) Keds invented the term ‘sneaker’. Who knew?
Following on from my I Wore It First post, Urban Outfitters are selling vintage-look tees of my faveourite cool 80s bands. Now I didn’t mind it when people (read LA junior celebs) wore vintage Metallica and Rolling Stones tees cos those are not ‘my’ bands but Run DMC and New Order? In mass quanities? Enough please!!
Last week I stumbled upon my New Favourite Shop. No, it’s not Shop at Maison Bertaux (although that also is just marvellous, with its Eley Kishimoto tees, Sonia by Sonia Rykiel stripy socks and APC everything, all with a side serving of pastries and coffee), but good old Waterstones in Piccadilly. This amazing building used to be the old Simpsons store (think quaint old-school department store that no one ever went to) but was revamped to become a five floor bookshop extravaganza.
On the top floor is the Fifth Floor Café which is café heaven, and happens to be adjacent to the fashion and photography book department. I bought Andy Warhol, The Day The Factory Died, a wee photo book of all his friends and associates arriving at his funeral – a veritable 80s-fest of Chanel bags and black Rayban Wayfarers. But I had to self-restrain from buying David Bailey’s NY JS DB 62 (a visual feast of photos of Jean Shrimpton in 1960s New York) and Richard Avedon’s portrait book In The American West as well.
There was also a nicely genteel bar adorned with framed posters taken from the book Cult Rock Posters by Roger Crimlis and Alwyn W Turner. The icing on the cake? A huge selection of Moleskine notebooks, diaries and travel guides (yes, I’m a stationery junkie) on the ground floor. What with all that and the magazine section I could practically spend an entire day there. Actually, I think I did.
Oh! Oh! I’ve been tagged by Overpriced Designer Man Bag (http://www.carryingcontraption.com/)! But it’s OK, it’s not one of those reeeaaaally looooong questionnaires so I’m gonna go for it.
Three Things That Everyone Thinks Are Gross, But I Think Are Cool
1) KFC. I know it’s not ‘real’ chicken, I know it’s pumped full of chemicals (or something) but I so don’t care. All I know is I constantly crave that secret ingredient and that tasty, crispy-crunchy skin.
2) Paying bills. I like the ritual of it all. I like things to balance and add up so when I pay bills it means everything’s tallied and harmonious and I can rest easy.
3) Ok not a thing but a person. I love Barbara Cartland, she of the pink chiffon frocks and too-blue eye shadow. In years to come, people will realise she was waaay ahead of her time.
Three Things That Everyone Thinks Are Normal, But I Think Are Gross
1) TV. There is so much crap on TV it really gets me down. I would much rather be on here finding stuff out and reading endless blogs about intelligent things like handbags, frocks and shoes.
2) Dinner parties. Or any large formal gathering where I don’t know people. I have ‘face-blindness’ (well I haven’t *actually* been diagnosed but I read an article about it once) so I’m constantly meeting people I’ve met before but can’t remember who they are or where I know them from. I also have a fear of striking up conversations with strangers so this tends to make matters worse.
3) Pubs. I don’t drink alcohol (much) and I don’t get thirsty. And I don’t like drunk people. And I don’t like SHOUTING ABOVE THE MUSIC.
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You know how annoying it is when a trend goes mainstream and someone says, oh yeah, I’ve been wearing that for years’? Well, guess what? I’m one of those people. So I thought I’d do a post where I get it all out of my system.
Number one, the Chanel 2.55 bag
I invested in my candy pink one years ago before the OC was even a blink in the producer’s eye. I wear mine with sweatshirts and second hand tees for a deliberate scruffy-posh effect and then what happens? That Mischa Barton comes along and steals my look right before my eyes. Grrr. Result? I look like a Mischa clone.
Number two, Converse
These have been my wardrobe staple since about 1993 (uh oh, maybe I do need a change…) so how galling is it when every emo, chav and tory party leader decides to muscle in on it as well? Thankfully the move is going towards old skool £4.99-from-Woolies plimsolls now so I can reclaim Converse as my own.
Number three, aviators
I’ve had my mirrored Cutler & Grosses for at least ten years and now, NOW, everyone’s wearing them –how DARE they! Luckily, they’re also wearing comedy oversized shades and coloured wayfarers so the aviators may be on the wane. Please let it be so.
Number four, pink jeans
I bought my fuchsia Silas jeans three years ago to wear Matthew Williamson-style with turquoise and yellow. Now every nu-rave wannabe is on my patch so mine are staying firmly underwraps until the 90s all-black revival kicks in.
Number five, Edie Sedgewick/Andy Warhol
Edie was my secret muse for years and like the snob I am I liked the fact others hadn’t heard of her. Now she’s everywhere. Stripy long sleeve tees and short hair are my thing ok, so back off people!
Er… do you think I’m being a bit childish? OK maybe I’m being a tad territorial but it does grate when you spend a lifetime nurturing your look and thinking you’ve nailed it and along comes a wave of Converse, pink jeans and stripy tops and suddenly the look that was “so you” has become mainstream and ugh…common! But hey ho, on with the show, I guess that’s the name of the fashion game, no? But before I go I just want to trademark the following three looks:
Chinos, khakis, utility pants, whatever you want to call them I’m on a quest to find some slim-but-slouchy ones as an alternative to jeans. Can I find any, even in Gap? Hell no. But when I do I’m making sure I snap up every last pair.
There’s something a bit geeky about this euro-styling which is what I like about it. So I’m going to be hopping mad if I see even one under-30 Shoreditch hipster rocking this in the Hoxton hood this summer.
Judith Leiber/Kathrine Baumann minaudiere
Oh my god, I have wanted one of these for absolutely years. They are so OTT and blingy that they’re just begging to disco-fy a scruffy jeans-and-tee outfit. Is it so wrong to want a Mickey Mouse minaudiere so badly?
Pics 1: Judith Leiber
Pic 2: Judith Leiber
pic 3: Kathrine Baumann