Yes, you’re spot on. We’re having a pot pourri day and we know how that translates: An all-over-the-place what’s new, what’s hot, what’s not, whatever post.
To further clarify: My Transatlantic Parallel partner, Jeanne-Aelia Desparmet-Hart of the divine design blog, aptly named, Through the French Eye of Design is off riding camels with her twin sister and a friend, leaving only one side of the Atlantic covered and that would never do, so you’ll have to stay over here with me for the duration. Our weekly series will recommence April 5th.
We’ll make it up to you, I promise.
Moving right along — I’ll provide subtitles because, I’m warning you, this really is stream of consciousness:
In the Pink
Keep it hot, no sorbet, naa-naa baby pinks. Pictured here are three ideas. In the Isabel Marant design (above, above) where the model forgot her trousers (or skirt) think of the top as a tunic. The abbreviated spencer from Vanessa Bruno is sweet, but remember to keep an unbroken line beneath — no choppy, choppy no matter how tall and slim one may be, one always wants to be taller and slimmer and if one is less so, stay on the straight and therefore narrow.
The city chick meets, wild west woman is also by Isabel Marant. Note pink earrings for the fainthearted and don’t forget, if you can’t go all the way, you always have the pink scarf option.
If You Do Headbands, Pourquoi Pas?
Some of you looking at this hedline might be wondering why I don’t get a life — two-tones take time — but let me explain: I just finished my last good book and the only thing on television last tonight was the returns from regional elections where everyone from the green party through the communists (who call themselves something else these days), by way of the socialists on over to the UMP, Sarkozy’s party, were screaming at each other in what the French laughingly refer to as a debate.
Sorry for that digression, but I feel so much better now.
Since I don’t have much to say on the subject at hand, it’s not the end of the world that I took a circuitous route to get to the point: a leopard headband.
If you want a little leopard in your life, you can always wear a headband. In fact, some fashion forward femmes are suggesting it’s a suitable spring/summer accessory. You be the judge.
Great Sweater, But Why Isn’t It Black?
It’s also from my new Eric Bompard catalog and comes in this gray and a beige. Don’t get me wrong, I like both gray and beige, but it seems as if it was made to be also in black. Just think of the panache it would add to a black on black on black wardrobe. Yes, I know, it would look swell with a pair of gray flannel pants or pencil skirt, a filmy chiffon something-or-other, but still. .
Need New Brows? Your Worries Are Over
Thanks to Dr. Sydney Ohana, the famous plastic surgeon who practices in Paris (and perhaps other places of which I am unaware) has come up with a solution for those with skimpy brows.
How it’s done: He takes hair from your head, chosen in the neck area for those special fine, short bits (it sounds like we’re talking about cashmere goats here) and implants the crop where eyebrows are supposed to grow. There is no redness or scaring and all is done with a local anesthesia. In three months, voila, the crop starts to sprout and in six months, maturation.
The price: two Euros per hair — so far, within most budgets — and 2500 Euros to completely remake two, that’s a relief, brows. Time and patience involved, three hours.
My Latest Bijou Fantasy
I would love a finger-full of these rings by Helene Courtaigne-Delalande.
Check This Out. . .
Two other important spring/summer trends: checks and plaids, alongside those ditsy floral prints. If you want to ease your way in, as always I suggest a scarf. I could live with a ditsy floral print scarf, but the trend stops there for me (and for Cherie).
It Is What It Is
In France there are warnings on not only cigarettes, alcohol and wine ( I separate wine), but also on snack foods advising the consumer of dire consequences for everything from serious disease to unsightly kilo gains. The latest legislation to hit the books is the “honesty in photography” law (I’m paraphrasing as I’m wont to do).
In other words, all fashion photography that has been retouched is to be so labeled. Pictured here is the March cover of French Marie Claire proclaiming the photo: “Sans Retouches” as are most of the fashion spreads within.
Apparently this law does not apply to advertising, so we can still expect to see pictures of actresses of a certain age who appear vaguely familiar, but thanks to the products they espouse — and of course use daily — they get younger every year, which makes it difficult for us to figure out who they are. Fortunately the advertisers in their divine wisdom, label the faces that sell their anti-aging potions.