Fashion Week Diary because even though Milan is already behind us, I still haven’t really told you much more than “I love these shoes! I love this show! I love this girl!” And really, I’m a much deeper more profound girl than that (“I love yoga!!!”)
So today, special just for you….. *drum roll please…*
The Big Questions I’m Asking Myself During Fashion Week
It’s funny, last week we were talking about copies, counterfeits, and pieces inspired by, you remember?
And then Sunday, I went to the magnificent Brooklyn Flea Market (awesome / beautiful / for sure go check it out) with my friend Delphine to find some stuff for my house. They sure did have tons of stuff for the house, but tons of clothes as well.
… this collection of thin rings. It makes the hands look so good and you want to get closer for a better look.
The Oui ring, of course, we know it (it’s every girl’s dream, right?), but Dior upped the ante even more with the Bois de Rose collection. This pink gold stem is simple and quite simply, I want one for Christmas. The other rings are all vintage and all together, they’re perfect. Don’t you agree?
And don’t even get me started on just how sublime the Céline Classic is in pink python.
So, you want me to tell you who the owner of all these pretty things is?
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PS: Tamiko answered all your questions! Everything from the brand of her frames to her shirt – it’s all there! Big hugs!
I came across Camille Miceli in Shanghai in the middle of getting ready for the Dior cruise show. She’s taking care of the costume jewelry for Dior. Getting ready for a show like this is so crazy that we didn’t have much time to talk, but I found her bright smile, her joyful exuberance and her spectacular allure sums up well what I love about her jewelry.
I love the idea of wearing this with a simple white t-shirt and jeans. That’d work well for me. It would be like my own brand name for myself. I’d be “The girl with the jewelry” and I’d never have to go crazy over finding a dress for a party. That’d be nice. Packing would be so easy.
This bracelet would be the base for a simple outfit, relaxed and sophisticated at the same time. Maybe with a white jacket… perhaps. Or even a white suit! Think Bianca Jagger in the 70s…. Awesome idea. I’d go sailing on the Amalfi coast and so many super chic adventures would come my way like in The Talented M. Ripley. Except that nobody would jump out of the boat. Awesome !
As soon as I stepped foot in the boat, I’d take off my white suit so I don’t do the stupid-girl-wearing-a-white-suit-on-a-boat thing, and I’d have a white red coral bathing suit, and it’d go great with my yes (which would, of course, be blue), and this pearl necklace that I would swim with, like taking the pearls back into their natural habitat, the sea! I’d be, “The girl who loves nature and animals,” a modern Brigitte Bardot, but with a blog, and who loves animals, but only in moderation, and then AAAAaaahhh!!!! The necklace would be too heaaaaavvvyyy! SOS!!! I’m sinking!!!
Luckily, George Clooney Charlize Theron Viggo Mortensen Scott Schuman comes to the rescue with a lighter necklace, perfect for swimming with the oysters. He’d save me from the water just in time to get ready for the party at the Cannes film fest (the closest party we could find from the Amalfi coast. We would have to go there on a helicopter unless we wanted to get there for the Midem = hell). We would hate Cannes and realise life is elsewhere so we would escape in the warm night (in helicopter).
Before jumping in the helicopter, I’d grab my bracelet just to anchor me down again, reminding me of the tender hours I spent talking about nothing at all on my blog.
Ooookay, I’ll stop it with the silliness. Seriously though, I love this jewelry. And I promise to talk to you more about it the next time I see Camille. We’ve gotta make that happen. With some helicopter rides thrown in their too…
Translation : Tim Sullivan
When I put my bags down on the 87th floor of the Park Hyatt in Shanghai, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I grabbed my camera, and understood right away that I would struggle to get all my emotion into one shot.
I could sit for hours in front of this vision, with its immensity, the colors, the lights, this hypermodernity, all this vertical beauty. My camera is too small to even begin to give an idea of what this is…
I was invited to Shanghai by the Dior house for the inauguration of their boutique and their cruise runway show. TTYL!
Translation : Tim Sullivan
I ordered a big hot chocolate at the café in the Tuileries gardens yesterday morning and I watched people run every which way trying to escape the rain. Parisian rain, it made me so happy. It purifies the air, gets people running, and often hides a big orange sun.
I was watching the girls leaving the Lagerfeld show. They cracked up as their heels sunk into the mud. Sunday joggers continue on as if nothing’s happening. Photographers protect their equipment with their dreams of fortune, enough to keep them shooting the two starlets who made the effort to get up early for Karl.
Just next to us, only fashion people, come to find shelter here a little like trying to get on the last lifeboat. Camcorders, flashes, cameras, everything has taken a quick break for a few minutes before leaving for the next shows. Lots of wrecked blow-dries and wrinkled dresses, and tons of laughter.
We turn around back toward our coffees, this fashion week is different. You get the feeling here of an amused weariness as if the financial crisis has given us the opportunity to relax a little, stop playing the game for two seconds. You dress up less, smile more. You’re making your way, a teeny tiny bit, toward the earth, toward being grounded.
And better for everyone after all, because these fashion girls, no one asked for their opinion. One of them, who can’t take one step into a runway show without being assaulted by a hoard of photographers, told me about the immense pressure it all creates at the last second. Really? I get it.
This big breath of air that the fashion world is taking is giving everyone a rest, and even if the photographers are pushing their way more and more into the entrance of the runway shows just to get a shot of the new looks and take feverish notes on the brand name of every last thing (all the way down to the socks, you gotta do it) that the girls are wearing, you get the sense that the girls are a little more lax with it all, wearing clothes from last season. Finally.
It’s outside of all of that where I find myself taking a picture of a pretty girl, who is happy to pose, all the time I want, and all the time the horde of 364,756 photographers to my sides wants as well with her, frozen in the glacial winds in a summer dress, in Dior, top to bottom, at the Dior show, and all is well because it’s all Dior she tells me, and I say okay, fine. You can chill out with all the BS. Yeah, it’s pretty, but what do you want me to do here?
Just like the rain yesterday, the financial crisis has done some good. It puts everything back into perspective. You learn to really look again, to notice. And I see it here in Paris more than anywhere else as it was here that I saw my first runway show, and I can compare the craziness of the bling bling from a few seasons ago with the somewhat relaxed spirit of today.
The clouds are parting some. They left just enough space for that big orange sun.
Translation : Tim Padraic Sullivan
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Sexy Glamour party at The Box! Cant wait for the Ting Tings!
Fri Feb 10 21:54
Such a cute look! At Suno #nyfw
Fri Feb 10 20:58
