Be-COS You're Worth it....

This won't come as news to any one who knows me ....I love to buy basics at COS .

COS is a Swedish brand( and sibling of H&M) that is now successfully into its 7th year on the high street.
You can measure its success by the amount of shops it is opening around the central London area.
The flagship shop is on Regents street which can be a right pain over the weekend due to the masses of people but on a smaller level therefore with a more concise collection chosen by a buyer you can go to the COS Corner in Selfridges.
There is now a biggish COS on Knightsbridge just hop and a skip from Harrods with a new shop opening on Kings Road ( in the Peter Jones area.)
Can I hear a YAY!!!

COS stands for : Collection of Style and it supplements any die hard fashionistas wardrobe to a T or should I say C....

I just got back from a weekend in Florence ...more on that later ...and what did I behold? Why a huge COS store getting ready to wow the Tuscan shoppers. 

The minimalist approach to fashion is what attracts the hoards of fans like moths to a flame...Clean lines,asymmetric cuts, with collections that are vast and varied to suit every pallet is their winning ticket to guaranteed sales...Not to mention wallet friendly prices. You can buy an entire outfit : from head to toe and not break the bank and have enough left over for a fancy lunch out....Seriously. Then add to that your Chanel handbag, your latest Zanotti booties...tie a Gucci silk scarf around your neck and you are catwalk ready. 

A coat from COS will keep you warm and see you through the winter ...it won't cost as much as a Max Mara and may not last an eternity but in a fast turn over, fashion fickle market when looks change faster than a season ...and when your budget won't always stretch towards the big name market...this is the way to go.

I will always enter a COS shop...be it in London, Paris or ....Florence and yet I can't seem to cross the threshold into The Kooples......

There's food for thought...
...Talking about food...I'm starving.



Check out their website:http://www.cosstores.com/Shop

"Grill'd Chee' z ! " Anybody?....

Katy Perry rocked the Red Carpet at the MTV VMA's last Sunday with the latest craze in fashion accessory:$1000 gold grill....

....Which seems to have started a dragon fly feeding frenzy on and above her chest....

"Say Grill'd Chee'z"

Well ,we heard you "Roar" loud and clear, Katy ...loud enough to scare your toes right outta your sandals....

New The Dad Hatter.....

Been a while since I reported back to you ....but here is some fresh news....
Hot off  The Dad Hatter press!

I give you "The Watch":

http://frockanrolla.blogspot.fr/p/dad-hatter.html

Up in Her grill: Madonna

There are villains in James Bond that got away with it..after all they were the big bad guys....
The singer/actor Goldie had the gold teeth and no one blinked an eye....but here I find myself not only blinking an eye but both and muttering under my breath:

"WHAT THE.....?!" 

Her Madonna-ness was in Rome for her birthday and wanted to surprise her fans....then again why should anyone be surprised. Even at 55 she's got it and she can keep it...cos that golden grill is doing nothing for her  .

 Looks like a gum infection gone horribly wrong...someone call Doct.House!

Tilda's POMELLATO ....

There is something quite hypnotic about Tilda Swinton...she is a blank canvas that is brought to light and life at a click of a switch.
 Her androgynous beauty is anything but generic, she is a true original and the darling of screen and magazines.

Pomellato: hot in golden summer hues and cool in winter black and blues....
Which is your poison ? Silver or gold....

DOLCE FAR NIENTE....

Isn't She Lovely....Charlotte Casiraghi

Featured in the July issue of VOGUE...The ever lovely:

                                                    CHARLOTTE CASIRAGHI

Our paths have actually crossed twice.... 
Once when I was in Paris working for Pashion magazine ....
...and once in London where I proceeded to stalk her.... But more on that later...

PARIS: It was during Paris fashion week and at a do for Christian Louboutin somewhere in an art gallery in the Marais.
We were entering as she was about to exit...she wore a pout and an icy demeanour. Her gracious smile was for Mr. Louboutin and Mr. Louboutin only....and then she exited stage left into the Parisian night.

LONDON: Picture this....a cold winter day in Ol' Blighty and I was seeking some retail therapy in French Connection...(I must have been really desperate...) when lo and behold who do I spy wearing blah clothes and scurrying around the displays....Ms. Casiraghi.
(This was during the period of time when she interned at The Independent and was then dating Alex Dellal....she has since moved on to Gad the Cad...)

I had to tear myself away to meet my friend S. who only happens to live in Monaco....

"Guess who I just saw in French Connection?"
"Who Dahhling...?" asked S. in her breathy drawl.
" Charlotte Casiraghi!!"
"Take me there immediately!"

And there she still was, looking around.... unbeknowst to her that 2 over aged groupies where stalking her from the staircase above like the two cronies from the Muppet Show in their balcony seats.

Where we embarrassed?
Not in the slightest!!

             *images courtesy of Vogue magazine and the rest is down to my artistic flair...*