London calling! #FW13

London is screaming magnificently, diligently and royally like the Big Ben. 

talent, techniques, intuition, daring, embroideries [read Tom Ford, here], colors, cut outs, proportions, venues, natural chicness, absence of vulgarity or reality show star-lettes … 

Tom Ford came back with a bang, enough with those “shush” secret presentations. Mr. Perfection didn’t leave anything to fate. Opulence in da house.

so in love with Roksanda Ilinsic and those psychedelic lace-ups, and those furs popping …

understated elegance of thoroughbred, English D.O.C. Emilia Wickstead: we are fans ever since … ever, as well as the Duchess of Cambridge (do we have good taste or what)

more on this later.

yours truly

2013 #Grammys: and best dressed it is

Just one winner, easy, one girl and one boy

Florence in custom Givenchy: color of the year, ‘liquid’ sequins and red head. I mean, Audrey Hepburn used to wear custom Givenchy, so chapeau for the perfection

Tom Ford is turning the designer of the tux lately. Justin resides in the collective imagination of half of the female world (the other half doesn’t know him) under the ‘sexy-till-you-drop’. Now: those white socks … what were you thinking? A retro look with MichaelJackson-esque white socks is inconsistent and clashing. Babe, you were in first row, Anna’s pole position, last night, in power-double-date with Jay-Z and B. did you think that nobody was going to realize, you did it on purpose or did you think nobody was going to realize?

Our standards are pretty high and we keep forgetting we are talking about the music industry, and in front of some Kat von T in a Missoni for Target alike dress there’s not that much we can add. Could it be the reason why looking at the pictures of BAFTA red carpet made me want to be in London? I will disclose on the next post …