Opera ready #kiteeden #fur #clutch #vintage #binoculars (at Hotel Indigo)
Bag love affair ♥♥♥Thank you so much Sally and Grace @KiteEden
A low point at Charles de Gaulle
SUUUUUUZAAAAY! 90s yes!
Who are you dressing for?
When I was 16, I had a conversation with my friend about what we wore when our respective boyfriends came over. I told her that I usually had on my big grey pyjama trousers (which I wore all the time) and a white top - pretty scruffy in general. She was horrified. Her hair would be done, make up on and she would be dressed in something that accentuated every curve (and she had the right curves) when her fella came over. Before you judge her for prescribing to an outdated list of dictates for a 1950s wifey*, remember that we were teenagers and, as I get older I look back at that period with increasing disbelief at the weighty importance of appearances for us, how much we bowed to the pressures of looking a certain way. This makes me officially old, by the way.
But back to the story. I told my friend that I actually made a point of not making an effort (my first forays into studied insouciant style) because as far as I was concerned, if he didn’t fancy me like that he couldn’t like me that much. This sounds brave and I’m a little bit proud of my 16 year old attitude, though this stance was held only within the four walls of my house; outside of it I was as concerned with my appearance as all my friends. I should also admit that at that age I hardly needed make up and had an enviable frame for which I did nothing to sustain - the resentful envy you can feel for your younger self is shocking at times.
This conversation came back to me as I read Natalie Joos’ piece Heart over Heels in this month’s Vogue, in which she discusses her ‘Dating Natalie’ clothes, a selection of looks that make a good first impression on the straight men who are judging her outfits on first dates. I wonder to what extent I’ve dressed for men in my life so far and how much other women are doing it.
I don’t think I’ve ever dressed to impress the Mister. I’ll ask him if he likes something before I buy it, but a resounding NO won’t stop me.
I remember the exact epiphanic moment when, a few years after the conversation with my mate, I realised I didn’t care what everyone might be thinking of me as we walked into a bar. It would be hard to describe the feeling without employing the old cliché: like a weight was lifted from my shoulders, as that’s truly how it felt. But I shouldn’t congratulate myself too soon. What happened was not the outright dismissal of the opinions of others, but of men’s judgement of me. As I became more interested in fashion, my outfit’s style credentials became paramount; I didn’t care if I looked sexy, I cared that I looked cool, and so with a liberation of sorts came a new audience to impress.
Do you feel sorry for my other half? Don’t! He doesn’t dress for me. It bothers him that I hate some of his clothes and yet he’s so adamant that he not be hen-pecked that he’ll ignore my advice and my opinion even if he likes the things I suggest to him.
Is my disregard of his sartorial input genuinely down to being an Independent Woman? More likely I’m too lazy to worry about what he’ll think every time I get dressed. As Joos says in her article, “If you truly feel beautiful and happy with what you’re wearing, it only benefits the conversation.”
While this all sounds heartily unfair to him (not to mention proving what an awful girlfriend I am), I should point out that if I were to dress to impress him every day, if I refused to let him see me without make up on and hair done, he’d lose some respect for me - a respect he has because I wear what I want, not what I think he wants. And he deserves credit for that, for making me feel confident enough to wear what I like.
So I’m not dressing for my boyfriend. I’m dressing for myself, thanks to him (sort of).
*”..be glad to be alive and grateful for the man who is going to walk in.. Touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking.” - From Fascinating Womanhood by Helen B. Andelin
Five lbds for Monoprix by #giles #yiqingyin #annevaleriehash #chalayan & #alexismabille (at Colette)
Valentino debuts in Shanghai
Valentino is the latest luxury brand to make its move in China, with a fashion show on the Huangpu River in Shanghai last Thursday. It was the first time the collection had been viewed, with several pieces already available to buy at the newly opened flagship in the (also freshly opened) IAPM ‘mega-mall’ on Huaihai Lu. The show marks the first time Valentino has shown a ready-to-wear line outside of Paris since 1975, with haute couture following in 1989.
My morning just considerably improved. Love me some velcro on a heel. @yoox @AlexanderWangNY
Spending hours and hours getting ready and looking in the mirror is always a good use of time and well worth the effort, but only if the end result creates the illusion of thrown-together effortlessness.i-D Fashion Features Editor James Anderson - 40 things to remember when fashion gets too much
Hello, my interview with @JaimieAlexander
Hello, my interview with @rankinphoto
My copy of VVV Magazine has arrived!
Isabel Marant x H&M
11.32am: Of all the designers to have participated in the H&M collaborations (excluding Matthew Williamson perhaps) Isabel Marant’s style is furthest from my own. I was seduced by this picture:
The lack of mirrors felt like a marketing trick to prevent people from seeing themselves properly in the clothes and even though a sales assistant attempted to deliver the Mister from having to answer questions like “Does this one look any better?” and “What do you mean it looks weird at the back?” by handing me coats in varying sizes, I was already too annoyed to accept her help gracefully. The quality was better than Marni (not hard) but I wondered how useful the flimsier items would be until the warm weather came back in six months’ time. I remember the Margiela collection offering more winter pieces.
10.38am: It continues. A couple are paying a pair of young girls for having queued and bought five bags of stuff. I didn’t know this happened outside of China.
10.34am: McDonald’s. Café allongé. At least I got a free croissant.
10.29am: Dis. A. Pointing. I admit city boho is not my cup of tea anyway but nothing set this lot apart from the usual garb H&M puts out except the hype. And no bloody mirrors! Ridic.
10.27am: Buttons on the coat I had my eye on are way too shiny.
10.24am: Not a single mirror available. Forced to take pictures of self, Clueless style. Mister’s being patient.
9.46am: Have moved from one pen into another. Don’t think the steel barriers are electrified.
9.25am: We’re in. H&M has put all its boho Isabel Maranty stuff around the collab section.
8.48am: Just took ten sizable steps forward. Woop!
8.38am: Arrived at H&M on rue de Rivoli. Queue already stretches round the corner. The smaller shop further down the road isn’t holding the collaboration this time. The staff brought out coffee and mini croissants for Margiela. Crazy fashion fans queueing in the cold need sustenance.
Swarovski Runway Rocks in Shanghai
The Swarovski Runway Rocks collection made its glittering China debut on Thursday at Lane Crawford’s newly opened Shanghai flagship in Times Square.
Local designers Masha Ma, Huishan Zhang, Wang Peiyi and Jin ChongYu were commissioned to create catwalk looks incorporating the brand’s cut crystal and gems into couture-inspired designs. Guo Pei - no stranger to glittering costumery or indeed Swarovski (with whom she’s been collaborating for many years) sent out ‘Starry Moonlit Garden’, a gem-encrusted, swirling pond skirt and floral headdress; at the more subtle end of the scale…
4-6 working days. Come on babies #AlexanderWangNY #talons