Happy 2012. Fuck me where did 2011 go?! Anyway, I do believe that I made myself a promise that I would blog ALOT more often. Which lasted all of 5 minutes as soon as I got busy with Christmas. Or mulled wine. Actually definitely more to do with the mulled wine.
So, pretty poor that my first post of 2012 is on the 10th of January. Basically I am shit. I did however get a pretty amazingly fit (obviously I am all about the style over substance) new camera. Which means I am going to attempt to take alot more pictures.
In the meantime before I obviously dazzle even Testino with my photography skills (I wish) here's one of my favorite pictures. Kate Moss. Corrine Day. The Face. Iconic.
x M
p.s - Just got an email to say I am going to be in French Elle. AMAZING start to 2012!
Diffusion lines. Always a bit hit and miss in my opinion. Sometimes designers get them oh so right - Marc by Marc Jacobs a huge case in point, and sometimes so massively wrong. Not going to name names but you know who I am talking about.
So, have to say I am not entirely sure whether to be uber excited at the prospect of KARL, the new diffusion collection by Karl Lagerfeld, or a little bit dubious.
Maybe I'm just old fashioned, but if I buy designer then I buy for numerous reasons, not limited to but including - cut, fabric and glamour. I spent £500 on a skirt for a reason. Snobbish, yes but at least I am honest. It just makes me feel like a designer is selling out and cheapening the brand purely to cash in. Which in these tough times is a fair(ish) point I guess. Most design houses make no money or run at a loss, and it is the fragrances and accessories that keep them afloat - smaller more accessible items that the masses can buy, ergo buying into the ethos and cache of the brand.
However, the one thing that does possibly excite me about KARL is the fact that it is being sold exclusively on Net-a-Porter, and has been developed with Net-a-Porter supremo Natalie Massenet. The woman clearly knows fashion.
I will just have to wait until 25th January to see if it really is worth the hype and melting my plastic for. So far going on this sneaky vid, I have to say j'adore already - masculine tailoring and sequins, right up my street.. x M
I have just realised my blog is one today. Any excuse for a party in a pair of killer heels.
The past year seems to have disappeared in the blink of an eye. New job, new city, new life. I started writing this blog just to share my random musings and never expected anyone to be interested, yet in the space of a year it's been read in Russia, South America and everywhere in between - mental!
It got me thinking about all the things I want to achieve in the next year, to name but a few..... 1. Get a super hot yoga body. 2. Go away with my closest friends in the whole world and celebrate being a year older with a massive fuck off party. 3. Eat at The Fat Duck. 4. Start taking more pictures, I always see amazing things to photograph on my travels and never seem to have my camera on me. Epic fail at times. 5. Following on nicely, learn how to use photoshop PROPERLY. 6. Walk around Paris in stupidly fabulous heels. 7. Invest in one piece of couture. 8. Have an Audrey Hepburn marathon and watch every single one of her films I can get my grubby little mitts on. 9. Finish reading all the books that I have recently ordered from Amazon. I never seem to find time to pick up a book anymore let alone finish one.
Anyway muchos gracias for reading, hope you have enjoyed my ramblings, going to try and post alot more often in the next year as well. Pinky promise.
I'm currently drowning alive in SS12 samples, press days, and AW12 Fashion Week plans, so whilst everyone else is thinking about what to wear to Christmas parties, I'm surrounded by broderie anglaise, candy colours and planning LFW off-catwalk shows for a season that will be in stores a year from now. Proper Back to the Future vibes at the moment. Without the bad 80's hair.
Basically my office looks like the Louis Vuitton show had a gang bang with Barbie and then decided to throw a fuck off fabulous party. The outcome is unconfirmed as yet.
Anyway, something pretty for a Wednesday afternoon. Or pretty twisted. Probably the latter. And it involves stuffed animals. Which means I love it even more.
All - a retrospective from Maurizio Cattelan currently hanging out at the Guggenheim. Literally.
I'm a bit of a shoe whore. Alright, a massive shoe whore. If I ever feel shit, a bit of shoe porn is guaranteed to cheer me right up, and instantly make me feel like a member of the ensemble in Sound of Music. Or like I've taken Ritalin. I honestly think my idea of perfect date would be one held in Selfridges shoe hall.
So something to cheer up a freezing London morning, these bad boys. I've got on my soap box before about art/fashion/sculpture *delete as applicable but I think pictures speak louder than words. So behold......
Andreia Chaves is a Brazilian footwear designer who has studied form, texture and visual effects in Florence. She fuses art, sculpture, fashion and geometry to create what can only be described as my own personal Holy Grail.
The Invisible Shoe, part of a series of concept footwear, is an asymmetrically mirrored low-cut shoe boot, which has a chameleon quality blending in with the environment and reflecting your surroundings to make it an ever changing part of your wardrobe and an art installation at your very feet.
I absolutely J'Adore these boots. I want them so badly it hurts, and think I would probably sell a kidney just to own them. I'm not even sure I would wear them out of my flat, maybe just do the hoovering whilst admiring the reflection of the Henry in them. Just saying. x M
