Thursday, 20 October 2011

PARTY LIKE IT'S 1999



There is a reason I have been putting off my 90's post.

Firstly, they were my formative years, before I discovered blow-drying, and I don't necessarily want to revisit them.

Second, I don't feel I yet have the benefit of hindsight to accurately judge the era. The 90's were only yesterday.

Only they weren't. I counted. And even in my bad-at-maths counting, I know they ended 11 years ago.

But now that Versace has unveiled a collection for H&M, I can no longer put off the inevitable. The 90's really are back. Sleeveless denim, floral-print bodycon, grunge (eww grunge) an all.

But then I thought about it some more (well I thought about it just now) and realised, the whole fun of retro is you get all the good, some of the bad and none of the very, very ugly.

Like MC Hammer pants. *shudder*

Ie I can wear a babydoll dress and Doc Martens, but I won't get called fat by the guy I have a crush on in English class.

I don't have to prove my worth in life by wearing cycling shorts, LA Gears and a tie-dye t-shirt.

I can wear a pair of green and gold printed trousers and call it 'ironic' (fashion folk love this word, though they don't know what it means)

Or I can wear a cropped top and not have my mother hyperventilate (though I probably won't ever and she still might)

What else can I do?

Oh oh! I can watch Beverly Hills 90210 before it was just 90210 AND I would love to watch My So Called Life and experience it through the eyes of a person who doesn't sob every time Jared Leto comes on the screen. Jordan Catalano, how you broke my heart.

OMG what else did the 90's produce? Hello! Clueless!

I miss the 90's.

P.S Where are we on scrunchies?

P.P.S And bumbags?

P.P.P.S 'He does dress better than me. What would I bring to the relationship?'



P.P. P. P. S Classic.

Friday, 7 October 2011

LUSTING AFTER...


This laser-cut-to-perfection coat from Louis Vuitton Spring Summer 2012.

There is just nothing mellow about this yellow.... and isn't it so darn pretty?

Marc Jacobs, I have new-found love for you.

Other delectable delights from the Paris show to feast your eyes on include...

This dress can't be real, for real people, in the real world
Kate Moss, little white dress, what's not to love?
Audrey Hepburn goes to the registry office
Fabulous outfit 'you just thew together'
Head to Style.com for the full banquet...yummy.

Monday, 3 October 2011

CRAZY, STUPID, LOVE



I need to talk about Ryan Gosling in Crazy, Stupid, Love. So much so, I can't even be bothered to think of an original post title today.

Oh. My. God.

Those three words were involuntarily escaping my lips at various points throughout the film – namely whenever Mr Gosling came on screen, much to the annoyance of the rest of the audience.

And I rarely, rarely say this so I'll say it again. Oh. My. God.

He is the most perfect slice of man known to...well, er, man.

But this is a fashion blog so unfortunately I can’t just go around posting gratuitous pictures of hot men for no reason at all.

Thankfully, the character he plays in this film is impeccably dressed – so you see, we can always use fashion as a guise.

Here goes:

INSERT FASHION QUOTE HERE - 'Now, the Age of Gosling seems imminent if not inevitable. Shades of Michael Caine, certainly, with an unshaven, unfussy twist. It's no mistake the guy's been all over our Week in Style roundups for the past few weeks, either, pulling off sockless loafers, short-sleeved cardigans, and Persol shades with ease. Whether stylist-enhanced or not, Gosling looks like the star many had tabbed him in the afterglow of The Notebook' (GQ)

INSERT ANOTHER QUOTE FOR EXTRA CREDIBILITY HERE - ' He was like a peacock on screen, strutting his stuff in custom made suits with chunky rings and a chain necklace tucked into his open collars. Most of his suits were designed by Albert Hammond Jr. and Ilaria Urbinati, the owner of LA’s Confederacy, who commissioned Brooklyn based tailor and style icon Martin Greenfield to produce the designs, including the green hunting suit he wears while devouring a slice of Sbarro. The film’s costume director, Dayna Pink, sourced shirts from Alexander McQueen, Simon Spurr and Yves Saint Laurent. Gosling went through thirty-six wardrobe changes in total.' (Elle)

Personally, I think the fact that Steve Carell could come close to being remotely attractive after a makeover proves what I have been saying all along...

Clothes absolutely DO maketh the man.






Ok, one gratuitous shot is allowed...