Once again I have acquired a plentiful pastiche of vital news and views I wish to share with you. You know what that means: No theme, few if any transition sentences, all over the place.
And we’re off. . .
Clotilde Courau, actress and real-life princess, wore Burma jewels at the Cannes film festival. Never mind her pretty pose against the Chopard logo. They’ve got great stuff btw. I suspect some women have pieces from Burma and may be unaware they’ve been duped. . . OK, I could be wrong.
Just because. I really, really fell in love with Gucci’s flowy, feminine, gypsy, empire gown. (I’m crazy about empire, hides a multitude of problems and emphasizes some nifty bits.)
Silver nails? Let’s take a pass; what do you say?
I crave the trompe l’oeil “bustier” T-shirt from Alexander McQueen.
When I first saw it I thought I wanted it, now I’m not so sure. If the VIP bag from Murval has nothing written on the flip-side you could turn one or the other surface out to the world depending upon your mood.
I’ve been holding on to this picture of Helen Mirren for months, trying to find a place to place it, but since random is the theme today I might as well throw her into the mix. I think what appears to be beaded sleeves incorporated into a strapless dress — at the 2008 Academy Awards — is an exceedingly sexy solution for women who are not crazy about their upper arms, but still like that area between neck and cleavage.
The Pucci plastic flower cuff is a clever morphing of the recent posts on plastic and flowers. Where do these people get such ideas?
What can one say? “Karl Lagerfeld” probably says it all. As usual Colette is the place to find the sacs.
That’s it for today. Don’t want us to go into brain overload on the latest and the greatest so will save the rest of my list for another day.