The Beckhams have announced that Victoria is indeed pregnant with a girl,expected this summer and that they are truly pleased to finally have a little Poshette to join their posse,hoss.All gifts from Hermes please,anything from Gap will be scrutinized CSI style, although I did read that during a photo shoot for ...UK Vogue?...one of the girls on set was wearing a cashmere sweater from Gap's winter collection that Victoria liked so much that she had her assistant buy her one in every colour...so you can make an impression after all.
Now everyone is waiting with baited breath to hear what this child could possibly be named,after all with brothers called Brooklyn,Romeo and Cruz...it is anybodies guess and it boggles the imagination.
So here is my "guess list" please feel free to contribute yours:
Since Mama Posh is in fashion now, rather successfully I must add,maybe she will seek inspiration from....fabrics:
Organza.....Chintzia...Poplin...? I guess Seersucker would be a mouthful.
How about colours:
Chartreuse.....Siena.....(Ribena,but that is another category) Magenta!that packs a punch.
Since Victoria is extremely health conscious and watches what she eats with religious fervour,maybe there is something there:
Sushi Beckham?..huh,huh? OK... Steamed Fish would never make the cut but how about Kale Wasabi Beckham? Kind of has a regal,vegetal ring to it.
What about the designers that have influenced her :
Rolanda..(Roland Mouret)...Louboutina...Donatella....Kelly or Birkin...Birkin Beckham...NICE!
But hey,why not let rip and let any nonsense in: Melrose Beckham....Malibu Barbie Beckham....Peckham Beckham....
Whatever...it'll become known soon enough and they may just surprise us all and call her Abigail.
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Thursday, 10 March 2011
The Verbal Suicides
Well it has been a busy time for verbal diarrhoea and Charlie Sheen needs Immodium big time to stem the endless flow.
Now officially sacked from his award "Winning!" show,he is a man with mania on his mind. He was wielding a machete (channeling his inner Gaddafi?...) from the top of some building in LA and only seems to be"Winning!" on Twitter with the amounts of followers he now has...sadly enough,the stuff he comes up with is hilarious if it wasn't said with such certainty...and the world sits back and watches him crash into delirium.
"Winner,winner Sheen dinner..." So many anecdotes have come of this Joan Rivers will be using this material for the rest of her days. I am sure the sales of his tshirts will be through the roof what with "tiger blood" being the choice du jour. This man has not only bitten off the hand that feeds him but has fed it to his inner tiger... while he continues to feast on the giant foot in his mouth he continues to ramble at warp speed...sad but compulsive viewing.
I'd buy a tshirt but sadly here in France,no one would get the irony and the impact would be slightly wasted.
Hopefully he can "cure himself with his mind" but on a more sane and permenant level.
What was even more painful viewing was the video footage of 50 year old John Galliano,obviously enibriated and slurring through his anti semitic remarks. We are not used to seeing him other than strutting his bad self down the runway after his shows and looking a little more fierce or foolish (depending on how you may see it). Hearing him speak under these circumstances was crazily hypnotic,I just wanted to hit repeat over and over again while cringing in embarrassment. It was like watching your aged aunt making a spectacle of herself after having been heavy handed with the sherry, during what was a seemingly innocuous dinner and has now become so much more. But you can bundle your aunt home, put her to bed and the next morning she will be non the wiser.Somehow Galliano's remarks...filmed amazingly!?.. cannot be swept under the runway carpet and the poor bewildered man is well under the popping lightbulbs now for all the wrong reasons and not by the runway photographers. How the mighty have fallen.
He has been publicly sacked and disgraced from the House of Dior and facing a court hearing while he tries to clear his name. Whatever next? Genius does seem to lead to madness,look at Mel Gibson. He is the sum total of what these two are going through...and look how his career is faring...
I remember when Galliano's graduation collection from St.Martin's was snapped up by fashion doyenne Joan Burstein to display in Browns. His was a rising star,pure genius all the way but now I see a shadow of his former self . He needs a Marc Jacobs moment,when he goes away to rehab,away from the public eye and comes back as Adonis! How hot is Marc Jacobs,seriously...from geek to Greek God... Bang!
Times are a changing and leaders are toppling even in the fashion and television world. Salaries are through the roof and so are the egos...so much to learn from this.
On a whole new note: Jude Law and Sienna Miller are no longer a couple...I have 2 words for that and it isn't :"How sad..." more like: Who cares.
Never re freeze a defrosted meal. Jude will move on to somebody's nanny... although he is getting a little long in the tooth now for that to make any impact whatsoever.As for the lovely Sienna? She will undoubtedly create chaos with yet another inappropriate liason. Funtimes ahead.
Now officially sacked from his award "Winning!" show,he is a man with mania on his mind. He was wielding a machete (channeling his inner Gaddafi?...) from the top of some building in LA and only seems to be"Winning!" on Twitter with the amounts of followers he now has...sadly enough,the stuff he comes up with is hilarious if it wasn't said with such certainty...and the world sits back and watches him crash into delirium.
"Winner,winner Sheen dinner..." So many anecdotes have come of this Joan Rivers will be using this material for the rest of her days. I am sure the sales of his tshirts will be through the roof what with "tiger blood" being the choice du jour. This man has not only bitten off the hand that feeds him but has fed it to his inner tiger... while he continues to feast on the giant foot in his mouth he continues to ramble at warp speed...sad but compulsive viewing.
I'd buy a tshirt but sadly here in France,no one would get the irony and the impact would be slightly wasted.
Hopefully he can "cure himself with his mind" but on a more sane and permenant level.
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| *Galliano on the cover of Fashion People* |
What was even more painful viewing was the video footage of 50 year old John Galliano,obviously enibriated and slurring through his anti semitic remarks. We are not used to seeing him other than strutting his bad self down the runway after his shows and looking a little more fierce or foolish (depending on how you may see it). Hearing him speak under these circumstances was crazily hypnotic,I just wanted to hit repeat over and over again while cringing in embarrassment. It was like watching your aged aunt making a spectacle of herself after having been heavy handed with the sherry, during what was a seemingly innocuous dinner and has now become so much more. But you can bundle your aunt home, put her to bed and the next morning she will be non the wiser.Somehow Galliano's remarks...filmed amazingly!?.. cannot be swept under the runway carpet and the poor bewildered man is well under the popping lightbulbs now for all the wrong reasons and not by the runway photographers. How the mighty have fallen.
He has been publicly sacked and disgraced from the House of Dior and facing a court hearing while he tries to clear his name. Whatever next? Genius does seem to lead to madness,look at Mel Gibson. He is the sum total of what these two are going through...and look how his career is faring...
I remember when Galliano's graduation collection from St.Martin's was snapped up by fashion doyenne Joan Burstein to display in Browns. His was a rising star,pure genius all the way but now I see a shadow of his former self . He needs a Marc Jacobs moment,when he goes away to rehab,away from the public eye and comes back as Adonis! How hot is Marc Jacobs,seriously...from geek to Greek God... Bang!
Times are a changing and leaders are toppling even in the fashion and television world. Salaries are through the roof and so are the egos...so much to learn from this.
On a whole new note: Jude Law and Sienna Miller are no longer a couple...I have 2 words for that and it isn't :"How sad..." more like: Who cares.
Never re freeze a defrosted meal. Jude will move on to somebody's nanny... although he is getting a little long in the tooth now for that to make any impact whatsoever.As for the lovely Sienna? She will undoubtedly create chaos with yet another inappropriate liason. Funtimes ahead.
Sunday, 27 February 2011
Hollywood or Hollywouldn't?The Grammys
First let me say,as the Oscars loom ahead of us tonight,how much the awards season is not only all glam,bam and thank you mam...but also fashion fodder for all the critics out there. Let's face it,there is alot to say about what is considered bad taste and what is considered fashionable...those lines are so blurred,don't even bother adjusting your screens.
At the Grammys Lea Michele from Glee,puckered and puckered and puckered some more on the red carpet.The show is fab,the cast and music is fab...but girlfriend: Get a grip! The whole Bridget Bardot sex kitten thing just comes off as too contrived on you and frankly makes you look like a twit.
Talking about twits:Ricky Martin in Buzz Lightyear's pants takes the biscuit. The man stood tall and proud in silver jeggings that could only be pulled off by Jake Shears from Scissor Sisters...then again maybe Jake wouldn't even want to "pull them off Ricky let alone Mika".... He should be Livin La Vida Locked up in those things and so should his stylist.
Let us drift off to my pet peeve :Justin Bieber. What in God's green earth was that kid wearing? I believe it was a white velvet suit by D&G. Now D&G, in my eyes, are losing the plot and putting this kid inVince Vaughn's cast off romping suit is either genius or pure lunacy. Like the kid can't afford a suit that actually fits him? White velvet? Really? I think that look shocked him enough to stop him continually flicking his bloody hair and that in itself was worth its weight in gold. So maybe a good thing after all...
Nicki,Nicki,Nicki Minaj....I don't know whether her looked screamed "Bedlam in Bedrock" or "I'd like a 99 ice cream and hold the flake"...What with Lady Gaga being freshly hatched on stage why not run with it....
Ri Ri was applauded in her Jean Paul Gaultier number....(pause)..."Are you kidding me?" I don't know where to start? Jean Paul seriously, are you off your meds? Your rocker? Or simply grieving that you no longer design for Hermes? That dress is purely and simply the poodle that one puts over the spare toilet roll in the guest bathroom.
I simply adored what Joan Rivers had to say about Jennifer Lopez's dress because as gorgeous as Jennie looked,Joan's acerbic tongue made it all the more memorable:.."It is not that I didn't like Jennifer's dress.... it was so short,that I could almost see where her twins came from..."Priceless.
NB: don't get me started on Charlie Sheen who is busy biting off the hand that feeds him and making himself look and sound like a complete moron.You are in a hit show....in which you get to play the drunken Lothario that you are? Easy money! Shut the heck up and let the cameras roll...oh yeah..they've cancelled your show....Kudos numbnuts.
At the Grammys Lea Michele from Glee,puckered and puckered and puckered some more on the red carpet.The show is fab,the cast and music is fab...but girlfriend: Get a grip! The whole Bridget Bardot sex kitten thing just comes off as too contrived on you and frankly makes you look like a twit.
Talking about twits:Ricky Martin in Buzz Lightyear's pants takes the biscuit. The man stood tall and proud in silver jeggings that could only be pulled off by Jake Shears from Scissor Sisters...then again maybe Jake wouldn't even want to "pull them off Ricky let alone Mika".... He should be Livin La Vida Locked up in those things and so should his stylist.
Let us drift off to my pet peeve :Justin Bieber. What in God's green earth was that kid wearing? I believe it was a white velvet suit by D&G. Now D&G, in my eyes, are losing the plot and putting this kid inVince Vaughn's cast off romping suit is either genius or pure lunacy. Like the kid can't afford a suit that actually fits him? White velvet? Really? I think that look shocked him enough to stop him continually flicking his bloody hair and that in itself was worth its weight in gold. So maybe a good thing after all...
Nicki,Nicki,Nicki Minaj....I don't know whether her looked screamed "Bedlam in Bedrock" or "I'd like a 99 ice cream and hold the flake"...What with Lady Gaga being freshly hatched on stage why not run with it....
Ri Ri was applauded in her Jean Paul Gaultier number....(pause)..."Are you kidding me?" I don't know where to start? Jean Paul seriously, are you off your meds? Your rocker? Or simply grieving that you no longer design for Hermes? That dress is purely and simply the poodle that one puts over the spare toilet roll in the guest bathroom.
I simply adored what Joan Rivers had to say about Jennifer Lopez's dress because as gorgeous as Jennie looked,Joan's acerbic tongue made it all the more memorable:.."It is not that I didn't like Jennifer's dress.... it was so short,that I could almost see where her twins came from..."Priceless.
NB: don't get me started on Charlie Sheen who is busy biting off the hand that feeds him and making himself look and sound like a complete moron.You are in a hit show....in which you get to play the drunken Lothario that you are? Easy money! Shut the heck up and let the cameras roll...oh yeah..they've cancelled your show....Kudos numbnuts.
Monday, 7 February 2011
Who is Nicki Minaj?....
.....I haven't the faintest idea. I saw her guest judge on Fashion Police a month ago or so,when she replaced the delightfully trim Kelly Osborne. I saw what seemed to be a shrimp dressed in woman's clothing.
What is up with doing the Outrageous? and dressing up in Granny knickers?? I frankly haven't heard anything from her debut album:"Pink Friday" which I read as being "the most exciting thing to happen to hip hop in years." Maybe it simply slipped through my musical net somewhere and never registered on my radar.But I won't judge her music, only her look and there is a whole host of the young and bizarre starting with the 9 year old and over exposed Willow Smith.Now her song I heard and wish I hadn't....So to sum it up:One whips her hair back and forth and the other...dips her hair back and front.
Excellent.
This is definitely a wardrobe "Minaj a deux..."
What is up with doing the Outrageous? and dressing up in Granny knickers?? I frankly haven't heard anything from her debut album:"Pink Friday" which I read as being "the most exciting thing to happen to hip hop in years." Maybe it simply slipped through my musical net somewhere and never registered on my radar.But I won't judge her music, only her look and there is a whole host of the young and bizarre starting with the 9 year old and over exposed Willow Smith.Now her song I heard and wish I hadn't....So to sum it up:One whips her hair back and forth and the other...dips her hair back and front.
Excellent.
This is definitely a wardrobe "Minaj a deux..."
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
Stories,Conversations and Celebrity Sightings
Joy's mum likes to pack a snack whenever she leaves the house,in fact she never leaves home without one. It all innocently started when she had an appointment at her doctors and Joy suggested she take a little something to nibble on, as she predicted the wait would be long. The whole thing took on a life of its own and now her mum is permanently packing food and I don't mean a little box of Sundried Raisins...the range is extensive and has included cans of soft drinks and she has actually showed up at her daughters with a piece of Jerk chicken:
"Mum! I have food here! What will people think? Poor thing they don't feed her?!"
Food always tastes better the next day,it must be outstanding after a trip around the block.
Joy is my hairdresser in London and the best when it comes to hair relaxing at" Junior Green salon" in Knightsbridge...Anyway, we were chatting away on our favourite subject: reality tv when we turned to the Kardashian sisters; my mind went positively blank when it came to one of their names:Obviously there is Kim,who can forget her or her ass-ets....Khloe,the big scary one who can eat her sisters for breakfast.....and.... what is her name?The one with the baby??? Koriander?.....Karburator??....Kourtney!
Phew.
I went into Gant in search for a shirt for my Dad. One would think that this would be a straightforward endeavour,find the size and pay. Not when you are faced with "Regular fit" and "Easy fit" both in 3XL... what could possibly be the difference at this point in size? The subtle difference between: tent like and tent? I decided to seek council with the Asian salesman on the floor:
"Excuse me? My dad is a robust man and needs a 3 XL but what should I go with : regular or easy fit?"
"Aah! He have big belly...Regulah is fine."
"But what is the difference?"
"Regulah,Madam,Regulah."
Easy fit is anybodies guess at this point...seriously.
We met up with my dear friend R, also in London, at La Duree in what actually feels like downtown Jeddah but is in fact....Harrods. We were discussing celebrity sightings,who saw who and when...and she told us that she had just returned from "active stalking duty". Who was her prey? The diminutive dynamo Simon Cowell and the beaver perched on his head otherwise known as a haircut...Oh and his permanent fiancee Mezghan who was being dragged by the hand across the busy ground floor in Harrods on sky high heels...so let us say she skated across most of the carpeting.What struck R. as strange...and surprisingly it wasn't his haircut...was that neither one of them was wearing a coat (London was bloody freezing over last weekend) and that Mezghan was sporting open toe shoes and a sleeveless dress. I guess celebrities have a whole other tolerance to weather....they must swallow anti freeze by the gallon before they face the public in next summer's collection.
R. went into stalk mode by proxy,knowing that her cousin N. who is mad about all things Simon , needed to be called immediately. As luck would have it the stealth like missile N, also in Harrods, was already hot on his trail as R. soon noticed when she called and could hear her reply from behind her shoulder. They both proceeded to follow the Simonator around the Food Halls noting all the gaping mouths and fellow shoppers crying out "Simon! "
R. soon tired of it all and left N. to it and went about her business . She had just finished her purchase and was making her way out when who was heading towards her? Simon Cowell in full throttle mode,still dragging his tottering fiancee.... and just seen behind the sparks emanating from Mezghan's heels was the dedicated N:
"Are you stalking to me?"
"So how is your dad doing?" asked R. as we sipped tepid tea and continued our catch up session as the Middle East continued to pour in through the doors.
"Pfff! He refused to go see his doctor today and made us cancel his appointment.He has been having problems with his memory and sometimes gets confused as to whether it is night or day when getting up from his nap."
"So! Leave him alone,poor guy! Even I get confused when I wake up from a long nap and wonder where the hell I am!"
On to Peter Jones and the hunt for AAA batteries: Obviously at 4.30pm on a Friday there wasn't a sales person in sight...other than in the make up and perfume department,where they are all huddled like pigeons billing and cooing over each other while thrusting perfume in your face at break neck speed.They must train at the Gunslinger School of Open War Fare tactics, because there aim is perfect and you need to dodge them like bullets...
I finally found someone who was bending so low and acting busy in the feeble attempt to be rendered invisible:
"Hello! I can't seem to find any batteries."
"We have sold out,Madam."
"You have sold out of ALL batteries?!"
Back to Harrods for the light bulbs not found in Peter Jones:
"Can I help you Madam?"
"Yes please.Do you sell light bulbs? I can't see any."
"Which ones are you looking for....Aah,sorry Madam,we are completely sold out."
!!!****??**
At the BA check in desk in Terminal 5,I look over at a passenger checking in at a desk beside me:
"Hello Sir. Where are you flying to this afternoon?"
"I am on flight 66 to Los Angeles."
"Ok then,let me check..." Tap tappity tap:
" Erm sir?... That flight took off this morning.... at 10.45am."
"Mum! I have food here! What will people think? Poor thing they don't feed her?!"
Food always tastes better the next day,it must be outstanding after a trip around the block.
Joy is my hairdresser in London and the best when it comes to hair relaxing at" Junior Green salon" in Knightsbridge...Anyway, we were chatting away on our favourite subject: reality tv when we turned to the Kardashian sisters; my mind went positively blank when it came to one of their names:Obviously there is Kim,who can forget her or her ass-ets....Khloe,the big scary one who can eat her sisters for breakfast.....and.... what is her name?The one with the baby??? Koriander?.....Karburator??....Kourtney!
Phew.
I went into Gant in search for a shirt for my Dad. One would think that this would be a straightforward endeavour,find the size and pay. Not when you are faced with "Regular fit" and "Easy fit" both in 3XL... what could possibly be the difference at this point in size? The subtle difference between: tent like and tent? I decided to seek council with the Asian salesman on the floor:
"Excuse me? My dad is a robust man and needs a 3 XL but what should I go with : regular or easy fit?"
"Aah! He have big belly...Regulah is fine."
"But what is the difference?"
"Regulah,Madam,Regulah."
Easy fit is anybodies guess at this point...seriously.
We met up with my dear friend R, also in London, at La Duree in what actually feels like downtown Jeddah but is in fact....Harrods. We were discussing celebrity sightings,who saw who and when...and she told us that she had just returned from "active stalking duty". Who was her prey? The diminutive dynamo Simon Cowell and the beaver perched on his head otherwise known as a haircut...Oh and his permanent fiancee Mezghan who was being dragged by the hand across the busy ground floor in Harrods on sky high heels...so let us say she skated across most of the carpeting.What struck R. as strange...and surprisingly it wasn't his haircut...was that neither one of them was wearing a coat (London was bloody freezing over last weekend) and that Mezghan was sporting open toe shoes and a sleeveless dress. I guess celebrities have a whole other tolerance to weather....they must swallow anti freeze by the gallon before they face the public in next summer's collection.
R. went into stalk mode by proxy,knowing that her cousin N. who is mad about all things Simon , needed to be called immediately. As luck would have it the stealth like missile N, also in Harrods, was already hot on his trail as R. soon noticed when she called and could hear her reply from behind her shoulder. They both proceeded to follow the Simonator around the Food Halls noting all the gaping mouths and fellow shoppers crying out "Simon! "
R. soon tired of it all and left N. to it and went about her business . She had just finished her purchase and was making her way out when who was heading towards her? Simon Cowell in full throttle mode,still dragging his tottering fiancee.... and just seen behind the sparks emanating from Mezghan's heels was the dedicated N:
"Are you stalking to me?"
"So how is your dad doing?" asked R. as we sipped tepid tea and continued our catch up session as the Middle East continued to pour in through the doors.
"Pfff! He refused to go see his doctor today and made us cancel his appointment.He has been having problems with his memory and sometimes gets confused as to whether it is night or day when getting up from his nap."
"So! Leave him alone,poor guy! Even I get confused when I wake up from a long nap and wonder where the hell I am!"
On to Peter Jones and the hunt for AAA batteries: Obviously at 4.30pm on a Friday there wasn't a sales person in sight...other than in the make up and perfume department,where they are all huddled like pigeons billing and cooing over each other while thrusting perfume in your face at break neck speed.They must train at the Gunslinger School of Open War Fare tactics, because there aim is perfect and you need to dodge them like bullets...
I finally found someone who was bending so low and acting busy in the feeble attempt to be rendered invisible:
"Hello! I can't seem to find any batteries."
"We have sold out,Madam."
"You have sold out of ALL batteries?!"
Back to Harrods for the light bulbs not found in Peter Jones:
"Can I help you Madam?"
"Yes please.Do you sell light bulbs? I can't see any."
"Which ones are you looking for....Aah,sorry Madam,we are completely sold out."
!!!****??**
At the BA check in desk in Terminal 5,I look over at a passenger checking in at a desk beside me:
"Hello Sir. Where are you flying to this afternoon?"
"I am on flight 66 to Los Angeles."
"Ok then,let me check..." Tap tappity tap:
" Erm sir?... That flight took off this morning.... at 10.45am."
Sunday, 16 January 2011
Super Fly "SUPERDRY":Now open for business in Cannes.
I have a super announcement to make "SUPERDRY" has opened its doors right here in little old Cannes, my BF and I are super pleased...I should stop using the word "super" at this point...it just comes naturally along with the smile on my lips. I no longer have to run to Selfridges or the Covent Garden store when in London to pick up tshirts and the like , it is right here at my doorstep and come summer my friends kids are going to blow the hinges off the doors and buy buy buy by the bucket loads. They should foresee trolleys and baskets by the door,as all one really needs is to go through the isles and pop things super market style...(there goes the word "super" again...)into the baskets and head straight for the till because that is how eye poppingly colourful and more-ish this items are...you can't just stop at one tshirt,you'll need at least 2 more plus a sweatshirt and well...the choice is there, just take your wallet or your mom and her wallet and head straight there as soon as you get off the plane at: 6 Rue Freres Casanova 06400 Cannes. It is the pedestrian only area off the rue d'Antibes opposite Agnes B and surrounded by cafes and eateries for you to stop snack, have a coffee and dive back in!
Their first boutique in France opened back in March 2009 in St Tropez and the fevered frenzy has spread to Cannes,newly opened and ready for your business.
Move over A&F, Superdry is the new man in town.
Wednesday, 12 January 2011
FAD FOOTWEAR:Friend or Foe Pas:Continued
CROCS:
Yes, they weigh less than a feather and you can adorn the little holes with cute little badges of ladybugs and smiling sunflowers....if you are 3 years old! Anyone above that: "Step away from the rubber looking wicker baskets... Unless you are Miss Marple". The whole look screams gardening so do just that: put them in your garden,plant Azaleas in them...pop a few garden gnomes beside them and Voila! You have yourself a Philippe Stark garden for a fraction of the price.This whimsical footwear is simply that : cartoonishly whimsical and yet it has taken the world by storm: A fad to stay, I am afraid and my foe.
BIRKENSTOCKS:
I daren't say much about this eponymous label other than it has reached cult status now and has joined the likes of Doc Martens and Citroen 2 CV'S: they are trendy and an acquired taste. If you have never acquired a taste for Marmite you may never acquire a taste for this kind of footwear. I leave them for the die hard fans and followers out there who are no nonsense people and would turn their noses up at Louboutin and Prada...Fashion has friends and foes in all the high places, who is to judge? Pass the muesli....
SJP,SCHOLL AND UGGS:
Back in the heyday of Sex and the City, Sarah Jessica Parker,always the doyenne of fashion and trend , was one of the first to be pictured wearing a special edition Doct Scholl with an elevated heel,Carmen Miranda style. Scholl was lifted out of the doldrums and into the limelight and they were sold everywhere and not just to nurses and beauticians. When winter drew near, SJP was snapped in baby blue coloured Uggs.... I ran out and bought a pair of each. Obviously a Carrie fan....in my eyes and the eyes of thousands SJP could do no wrong.... other than SATC the 2nd movie....why oh why take it out of the Big Apple and into the Baba Ghanoush?! Pfffff.
Uggs continue to grow and evolve in styles and colours,even Jimmy Choo latched onto the frenzy and gave us a studded rocker version for winter 2010/2011.
So thumbs up for Uggs/Mous...as for my leopard Scholls: they are relegated to the back of the closet.After a lengthy tug of war of "should I wear them and then suffer the pain of blisters" I gave up the ghost and simply love them from afar....as I now do SJP.
MUKLUKS/MINNETONKA:
Mukluks I found fun when they first came out and thought they would make a refreshing change on the "apres ski" scene.The pompoms bouncing around when you walk soon became a bore.
I owned a pair of Minnetonka fringe booties back in my boarding school days in the 80s...didn't wear them much. I think I was way ahead of the trend and not quite ready for the statement they made...well they made me feel like a moose tracker and frankly the fashion world wasn't ready for them back then either. So their revival came at a time when Mukluks and Uggs were de rigueur, so who would look twice at squaw fringed booties. Kate Moss looked great and was pictured many a time wearing the knee high version in black and the whole hippy chick vibe with Nicole Ritchie rocking the look was fresh and fun.
Older and fashion savvier,I tried to give them a go a second time around ....with not much result.It took me forever to unlace the bloody boots just to try them on in the shop and got so fed up with the interminable task, that I left them in a bundle on the floor and walked out into the arms of Pinot Grigio .
Ah! The foolish dictates of fashion and its followers.
HUNTER WELLIES:
Love,love, love em! The Jimmy Choo versions,the Glastonbury versions...the long and the short of them.They are practical,fashion forward and look great. I bought a pair of short, front lace up ones in green after much deliberation...you would think living on the Riviera I would need nothing more than flip flops...How wrong can one be. It is more like living in Seattle at the moment than the bloody Med.
Fad or foe, comfort or trend ? At the end of the day,whatever tickles your fancy is worth the stares.
Yes, they weigh less than a feather and you can adorn the little holes with cute little badges of ladybugs and smiling sunflowers....if you are 3 years old! Anyone above that: "Step away from the rubber looking wicker baskets... Unless you are Miss Marple". The whole look screams gardening so do just that: put them in your garden,plant Azaleas in them...pop a few garden gnomes beside them and Voila! You have yourself a Philippe Stark garden for a fraction of the price.This whimsical footwear is simply that : cartoonishly whimsical and yet it has taken the world by storm: A fad to stay, I am afraid and my foe.
BIRKENSTOCKS:
I daren't say much about this eponymous label other than it has reached cult status now and has joined the likes of Doc Martens and Citroen 2 CV'S: they are trendy and an acquired taste. If you have never acquired a taste for Marmite you may never acquire a taste for this kind of footwear. I leave them for the die hard fans and followers out there who are no nonsense people and would turn their noses up at Louboutin and Prada...Fashion has friends and foes in all the high places, who is to judge? Pass the muesli....
SJP,SCHOLL AND UGGS:
Back in the heyday of Sex and the City, Sarah Jessica Parker,always the doyenne of fashion and trend , was one of the first to be pictured wearing a special edition Doct Scholl with an elevated heel,Carmen Miranda style. Scholl was lifted out of the doldrums and into the limelight and they were sold everywhere and not just to nurses and beauticians. When winter drew near, SJP was snapped in baby blue coloured Uggs.... I ran out and bought a pair of each. Obviously a Carrie fan....in my eyes and the eyes of thousands SJP could do no wrong.... other than SATC the 2nd movie....why oh why take it out of the Big Apple and into the Baba Ghanoush?! Pfffff.
Uggs continue to grow and evolve in styles and colours,even Jimmy Choo latched onto the frenzy and gave us a studded rocker version for winter 2010/2011.
So thumbs up for Uggs/Mous...as for my leopard Scholls: they are relegated to the back of the closet.After a lengthy tug of war of "should I wear them and then suffer the pain of blisters" I gave up the ghost and simply love them from afar....as I now do SJP.
MUKLUKS/MINNETONKA:
Mukluks I found fun when they first came out and thought they would make a refreshing change on the "apres ski" scene.The pompoms bouncing around when you walk soon became a bore.
I owned a pair of Minnetonka fringe booties back in my boarding school days in the 80s...didn't wear them much. I think I was way ahead of the trend and not quite ready for the statement they made...well they made me feel like a moose tracker and frankly the fashion world wasn't ready for them back then either. So their revival came at a time when Mukluks and Uggs were de rigueur, so who would look twice at squaw fringed booties. Kate Moss looked great and was pictured many a time wearing the knee high version in black and the whole hippy chick vibe with Nicole Ritchie rocking the look was fresh and fun.
Older and fashion savvier,I tried to give them a go a second time around ....with not much result.It took me forever to unlace the bloody boots just to try them on in the shop and got so fed up with the interminable task, that I left them in a bundle on the floor and walked out into the arms of Pinot Grigio .
Ah! The foolish dictates of fashion and its followers.
HUNTER WELLIES:
Love,love, love em! The Jimmy Choo versions,the Glastonbury versions...the long and the short of them.They are practical,fashion forward and look great. I bought a pair of short, front lace up ones in green after much deliberation...you would think living on the Riviera I would need nothing more than flip flops...How wrong can one be. It is more like living in Seattle at the moment than the bloody Med.
Fad or foe, comfort or trend ? At the end of the day,whatever tickles your fancy is worth the stares.
