What are your thoughts on minaudieres? You know, the hard jewelled clutches. The ones that Judith Leiber makes.
I think they are utterly hideous. Particularly because it is an incredibly expensive way to appear kooky. Whereas I think they just make you look as though you have more money than sense and absolutely no taste:
A case in point.
Honestly, Marc Anthony's face says it all. Hid. E. Ous. No?
And yet, and yet... While scanning about vaguely for a cute clutch I found this from Reiss.
And I adore it. It is so delightfully useless.
Or there is a slightly more reasonably priced one from Accessorize (which is obviously not as nice).
Would you avoid me at a party if I had one of these in my paw?
Well, I think you should go as a villain, because that is always going to be more fun. And if you are really down on being the designated sexy cat for the evening (even though I think you might well be delicious at it) then my first choice of a bad girl would have to be Faye Dunaway as Bonnie Parker.
How ruuuuude of me! I didn't respond to your leopard coat post. I did mentally. As I read it I was like, 'Aha, yeah I reckon it's a go-er. Ooh yes, that one is nice akshully' etc etc but I saw this picture and I realised that I hadn't passed that thought process on via the gift of the C.O.N.C. So yes! I think you would look great in one! Do it!
I love a leopard coat. I try them on all the time but they don't look right. I think it's because of my hair and the full-eye-at-all-times approach I take to life. You see, you posted Ashley looking lovely in that coat and now MK has nabbed it, (which Ashley looks a bit pised about if I'm not wrong?) and she's not working it quite so well is she? I think it's because she also appears to have borrowed one of Shaun Ryder's hats for the occasion.
Hey ho, either way it just goes to prove that they work for some and not for others. Even if you are like, almost the same person. Hmmm. I'm going to move on, but yeah get one, cute!
One more thing: I very much like Ashely's jewelled slippers. Sinderella eat your heart out.
NO! You're still waiting for that? That's just too much! Yowza.
Yes! Get that bad boy out again. I love that dress! And yes to the boot, how I love that boot. Bravo bravo, j'adore!
Now I know what you mean about the boyfriend. Here is Billie Piper wearing a successful one and looking marvelous. (Talking of Billie, have you seen that Belle du Jour reveeeealed herself this week? The papers are full of it! Does anyone even care? Larks! Leave it people. Katie Price is back in the jungle, THAT'S where our attention needs to be focused! I don't have time for ex high end call girl authors right now. I'm busy trying to work out of it's the cheek fillers, the lips or the eyebrows that are the problem.)
All too often a boyfriend can go wrong though. I mean....such is life, you know? I am a fan of pincering at the back to nip in a bit, but as you HAVE an actual waist I'm not sure that you would really need to do that. I think keep looking. But if you don't find anything will it matter? I know that you'll be lovely and warm from doing the running man on the dance floor after your first sniff of shandy...no?
* I love this bag. It makes me feel sick akshully. I'm sure my life would be better, my hair more bouncy and full of volume and my skin more dewy if I were able to run around town with this slung over my shoulder. It's a 'price on application' Cavalli. Sob!
Well, you know the thing with the sequin skirt, yeah? And how you told me I must buy it, yeah? You know, the one from La Redoute, yeah? This one? Yeah?
Well, it was a fiasco. What with the irrepressible influence of Grazia and La Redoute's unpreparedness the skirt that I ordered a few weeks ago has not even been dispatched yet.
And of course in the meantime I have gone off the idea of it somewhat.
So I need a plan B for the old fiesta del crimble.
And in these times of crunch I thought, what the Dickens! Why not wear something I already own. Yes! Quaint, I know.
And if there is one item of clothing in my groaning wardrobe that cries out for another outing it is my silk one shouldered leopard print Studio 54 dancing dress.
I thought I could rock it out with these:
And some sort of blazer.
Such as this one:
Or this one:
(Images via Whistles)
But you know boyfriend blazers? Yeah? Do you know why they are called boyfriend blazers? Because they don't know how to deal with curves. Not that I'm suggesting that boyfriends don't (although I have encountered some who don't but their experience as boyfriends was probably fairly limited), but clothes made for boyfriends certainly don't. Sorry, am I rambling...? Basically I tried one on recently and it was terribly shapeless, which if you also have no shape probably hangs delightfully, but for me it looked, from behind, rather like two energetic puppies wriggling about in a black sack.
So I am not entirely sure, but I think a fitted or short jacket would be all wrong. Can you shed any light on my quandary? Too kind!
In the context of the catwalk I don't hate these boots so much.
Partly because I think this collection is so weird and beautiful.
And partly because I am utterly in love with the lovely Sarah Mower from Style.com's description of it:
Then the models came out, dressed in short, reptile-patterned, digitally printed dresses, their gangly legs sunk in grotesque shoes that looked like the armored heads of a fantastical breed of antediluvian sea monster. McQueen, according to an internal logic detailed in a press release, was casting an apocalyptic forecast of the future ecological meltdown of the world: Humankind is made up of creatures that evolved from the sea, and we may be heading back to an underwater future as the ice cap dissolves.
Since seeing that picture of Julianne Moore looking splendid in a pair of ankle boots I have become obsessed with finding a similar pair. But apparently wanting is not enough, the damn things have to already exist and you have to hunt them down.
This is easier said than done. A flat ankle boot that is fitted at the ankle and comes up a reasonable distance is a rare beast. The slouchy ankle boot? The flat shoe boot? The heeled fitted ankle boot? All frightfully common, I'm afraid. But the thing I want? Non-existant, supposedly.
This is as close as I have come to what I want, but I am not entirely convinced. Does it look too much like something a spivvy boy might wear? Is it too shiny? Have I used up my quota of questions? Are you bored with me yet? Yes? Oh.
Holy mackerel! I love Alexander McQueen, but there are limits. These shoes are the most heinous, barbaric injustice in the cause of fashion that I have ever had the grave misfortune to cast my eyes upon.
Darflinf, fi fant fafologif fenouf... pleugh! Sorry, excuse me while I take my foot out of my mouth.
I cannot apologise enough dearest heart.It was an utter, utter attack of amnesia. And now that you remind me of course I recall your delicious waistcoats and how much you rocked them. Can I retract? Will you ever speak to me again...?
I love a suspender belt and stockings. I think they are incredibly feminine and old fashioned and somehow prim while also being awfully sexy. There is something so unspeakably delightful about a flash of soft milky flesh exposed in that way. And thighs really are secretly one of the sexiest parts of a woman's body, in my mind. Much more subtle than a flaunted, jutting bosom. The thought that hidden beneath a demure little dress is something naughty and slightly titillating is enough to make most people blush, I'm sure. However, the key word is hidden.
The whole effect is rather ruined and laboured when it's all on show like that. So, ladies, please put it away, won't you?
On another note did you ever see those pictures of Maggie Gyllenhaal for Agent Provocateur? Yowza! She looks amazing!
I love Ben Fogle too! In fact I adore him! He is the proof that sincere niceness doesn't always go in hand with dullness, and that makes me happy.
Although having spent some time on his lovely website I am also terribly, terribly jealous. Man, he has done some stuff! You know? He has been some places and seen some things.
But if I carry on at the rate that I am currently going then I might just catch him up in ten to twenty years... I'll certainly give it a damn good go. Maybe I should try and get on tv too, to fund my adventures. I'm charming, right? Right?!
Anyway, this is really just an excuse to post another picture of the delightful boy on a rocky outcrop. And to say I honestly couldn't be more flattered to be put (even in the vaguest way) in the same group as Mr. Fogle, as people who, like, do stuff!
So in honour of that I will shamelessly, if not brazenly, buy some Oakleys and wear them with pride. So there!