Paris and its (high) lights

Paris started as boring as it finished with the most glorious fashionable fireworks.

Everything was stiff until we got delightfully surprised by, wait for it:

Dries Van Noten and Alexander McQueen, Miu Miu and Stella McCartney.

Dries’ collection was like one of those gigantic Tashen coffee table books: such a good down the memory lane masterpiece that included the best casting of the season. Elegance and chic of the last 25 years condensed in his 100th runway show, those many good looks and models still relevant demonstrated, at least to me, that the desire of newness, the thirst for more, are only a made up social media reality show.

Alexander McQueen’s Sarah Burton once again spoke with nature. She is like the St. Francis of Assisi of fashion, from Scotland to Cornwall, she establishes a poetic conversation with nature at its most crude state. Last season she made a shipwreck into one of the most coveted evening gowns

Stella McCartney was happy tailoring, Faith-ful to her own roots.

Miu Miu closes the festivities covering a majestic staircase in purple faux fur making us want to update our foyer and some Prince moves even before the show started. After the show, if you don’t own a sort of headpiece you are a nobody in life. If you haven’t gotten the memo, the only trend you really need to be conscious of is: headpiece is the new black. You are welcome.

A few extra notes.

An element that all these collections have in common: none of the Insta-stars models were booked for the runway. This could be in between petty, I admit it, or a Gen X thing. They were not missed. 

Special mention goes to Chanel that never disappoints and this time catapulted everybody to the Moon and back.

If you haven’t gotten the memo, the only trend you really need to be conscious of is: headpiece is the new black. You are welcome.

It saddens me infinitely that I cannot mention anymore lanvin as one of the highlights of Paris and can't wait to see Alber Elbaz shine again. 

The cool girls' guide to a shopping afternoon

So I collected some vintage Gucci and 

these beauties and went shopping.

Strutting down Bal Harbour, we stopped and entertained some Prada reflections

AWW-ed and OWW-ed at that sexy irresistibile Miu Miu girl

fed the Mrs. Robinson’s in us the Lanvin’s take on animalier 

And then Oscar de la Renta: welcome to the quintessence of exquisite elegance.

My sandals match the carpet (a very familiar one)

Oh hi, glorious satin bow peep-toe mules in blush pleased to meet you (you too match the rug)

Black beauties alert spotted on the Dominican coral table.

I don’t know what is more irresistible: the Dior-esque stiletto, the peep-toe, those bows or that Galliano breeze all over them.

And it’s begining to look a lot like Christmas. 'One each color please, on my credit card as usual and the chauffeur will pick them up …'

Then the Alice in me started to jazz around.

'Oscar is a master at pink' my head just whispered, 'The ONLY one who makes pink enviably chic, not corky or  nauseating prom night.' 

That’s all.

a (white) summer: street style (Part 2)

what happens in Cannes …

it was white galore, it was dated Before Memorial Day and it was fabulous. 

let’s see how can we simulate that fabulosity in a more down to earth life. not that we are supposed to buy wallet-offenders looks, it is just we can just use some stretch of imagination to replica the looks, silhouettes, textures. 

whether in Swinging London Mod inspired mood or opting for technical fabrics or laser cut designs, remember simplicity (like this unexpected white dress from print queen Marni). In a season when colors are a rule, white must be kept pristine, sugar spun white only.

 

HOW TO ROCK IT.

To be catapulted into the impossibly cools add anything silver. Bejeweled flat sandals, minaudieres, punk-rock chains and safety pins. The top uber daring fashion driven piece to close a look will be a fur stole as profusely seen in Miu Miu (below) and Prada.