Putting selfies on the shelfies

Whaaatcha!

"Oh, oopsy, did I just face-plant myself into your selfie and totes ruin your ego-tastic moment of self-publicity that actually no one cares about?"




Claws away, let's get serious and talk about the underlying vanity-cum-insecurity that is wiping away the self-respect and propriety of a whole generation of otherwise beautiful, clever and dynamic young people.

When Joey Bloggs from nowheresville wants to feel noticed, all he need do is take out his iPhone, shoot a pout-laden snap and upload to Facebook or Twitter to make himself count - or at least, feel like he counts. Because that's what it's all about isn't it? Fulfilling our desperate need to be someone, to be loved, adored and admired. And, if celebs like the Kardashian clan, Taylor Swift et al are doing it, we should be too.

But when normos, heck, even teenagers start producing made-up, sexualised photographs of themselves and posting them online aren't we getting into dangerous territory? Selfies perpetuate the worn-out myth that good looks equal popularity.

Selfies also hint at something else though. That actually people need to start believing they are as beautiful as Beyoncé, Taylor Swift, Kim Kardashian to accept themselves. Let alone have anyone else accept them.

In my mind, loving ourselves means not needing to display our bodies, however toned, and faces however made-up or botoxed for public consumption. Or am I completely wrong? Are people just so confident in themselves that becoming our own paparazzi and parading our pouts online is normal?

Whatever the reasons behind the phenomenon of selfies, one thing's for sure, they're going to be around for a long, long time yet. While all this ego-snapping's going on, I'll be on the shelf(y), hiding my eyes.

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When fashion offends religion

American Apparel, the Californian clothing brand well-known for its provocative marketing campaigns has yet again turned heads - for all the wrong reasons - with its latest publicity stunt.

Why? Another half-naked model cavorting on a bed legs akimbo? Yawn, seen it, and no. This time, the attention-seeking brand has this time gone one better and featured not only a topless woman but one emblazoned with the words "Made in Bangladesh".

The problem? The fact that the model in question, called Maks, was bought up as a Muslim. And while the advert is an attempt to showcase American Apparel's altruistic side, drawing attention to its fair working policies, the image of naked Maks and allusion to her previous life in Bangladesh - she moved to the US at the age of four and practised Islam until her teenage years -  hasn't been particularly well received by the world media.  And? Islam doesn't take too kindly to brash, public displays of nudity. Most faiths are generally adverse to nudity + faith + materialism, but Islam's traditions surrounding women wearing the niqab or burka is well documented. 

With more nudity in its collective marketing campaigns than clothing on sale American Apparel is now famous for its highly-sexualised advertisement images. How can one forget Trudy who last season rolled around on a bed in an AA sweater devoid of underwear (modesty marginally intact), which, unsurprisingly didn't go down well with the Advertising Standards Agency who deemed the images 'gratuitous' and demeaning.

It appears it takes an awful lot to shock the modern-day consumer, and sincere and irrepressible anger only seems to rear its ugly head by very extreme and unexpected (see Tom Ford For Men fragrance). That said, there have dozens of moments over the past 15 or so years when the fashion industry has crossed the line of propriety and respect - and inevitably left just a few members of religious communities across the globe seething.

So all of this seemingly offensive fashion material got me thinking about other notoriously controversial ad campaigns fashion has toyed with, and those designers who have cavorted with religious symbols and practices to the point of blasphemy. So here's a run down of the top ten offenders of sacrilegious fashion.

Perhaps most memorably was British-Cypriot designer Hussein Chalayan's Burka 'In Between' collection from 1996 when a line-up of models wore burkas of varying length: floor-length to just the face being covered, exposing the naked model underneath. Chalayan's avant-garde designs have not always been so fundamentalist, but they are always radical and eye catching - they have included a dress made of bubbles, one that transformed into a table and another colour-changing light dress created with the aid of the same animatronics team that worked on Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

John Galliano - ever the flamboyant designer, he has never shied away from making waves. When he isn't offending the entire Jewish people with his drunken, anti-Semitic remarks, he's sending male models down the catwalk in the image of Christ in iridescent, slashed sportswear. Jock-straps and crowns of thorns aplenty.  The former Dior chief designer has also sent models down the catwalk with faces painted shades of turquoise and green dressed in fantastical Hindu deity-inspired ensembles. Some would call that diverse.




Another high-street brand with a penchant for publicity stunts, Benetton have released many an offensive advert. In 1991 the Milanese-born company released an ad featuring a priest in a rather close embrace with a nun and then went on to upset the Catholic church again in 2012 with an advert depicting the Pope Benedict XVI kissing a Muslim leader. The 'Unhate' campaign posters were later revoked after The Vatican took legal action against the Italian fashion house, who also later apologised for upsetting his holiness.



Diesel’s 2013 denim niqab received mixed reviews. Some liked the diversity implied from using a fashion model, contemporary styling and traditional religious article of clothing. One of Diesel's marketing execs suggested the feedback concerning the ad's inappropriate use of Islamic clothing on a white Russian model, who also happened to be showing a lot of skin underneath the niqab, was a good thing; people were asking questions about what culture, religion and clothing mean. For others, using such a symbolic, meaningful headpiece out of context was downright disrespectful. The girl had some pretty bad-ass tattoos though.

French designer Jean Paul Gaultier's designs have regularly been frowned upon from outside the fashion world for their sexualised and iconoclastic nature. JPG has often appropriated religious imagery including halos, nuns habits and the mother Mary, interweaving them with fetishist masks and sadomasochistic costume. His spring/summer 2007 couture collection saw JPG contrive immaculate conceptions of theatrical halos atop dazzling displays of gowns embed with religious iconography including aspirations of the Mother Mary; not to mention a full-face chained mask, that is a little, well, scary amid the innocence and purity of the Madonna. Although, personally I find its his second muse of the same name far more terrifying.


Versace was forced to remove t-shirts printed with "the devil made me do it" from its shelves in 2003 after receiving numerous complaints. The Italian fashion house in 1997, then headed by founder Gianni again took the now omnipresent crucifix aplenty, vamping it up with knee-length stocking boots and leather. Recently, The Archbishop of Canterbury has criticised fashion's exploitation of the cross saying it has "emptied" the symbol of its meaning.

Dolce & Gabbana have constantly borrowed from the Catholic faith for collection using sacred mosaics of religious figures, rosaries and appropriation of the crucifix. Similarly, the mosaics used in full-translational form for the D&G autumn/winter 2014 collection included the depiction of St. Agatha, a saint predominately known for having her breasts cut off before she was martyred. “I personally would feel very odd wearing any body covering that had St. Agatha on it,” Canadian "culture-vulture" at St. Augustine's Seminary, Toronto, Fr. John-Mark Missio said. Hmmm... me too.


Only recently Swedish retail giant H&M has withdrawn a line of men's vests after it received complaints that one of its new spring lines was anti-Semitic. The - admittedly rather ugly - grubby white vest features a skull smack-bang in the middle of what looks suspiciously like Jewish symbol, the Star of David. The anti-Semitic group Community Security Trust admitted designers may not have meant to cause offence but said the design alluded to anti-Semitism or neo-Nazi clobber.


Let's not forget the true fiends of the fashion world, the editors who propagate cultural appropriation on their pages in the name of art. In spring 2010, Purple Fashion Magazine - shot by Terry Richardson - chose to put none other than Lindsay Lohan on the front cover arms spread with a crown of thorns on her head. AnOther magazine painted Michelle Williams' face red and styled her hair in Pocahontas plaits and feathers for their spring/summer 2013 publication. Members of the Native American community were understandably outraged. And in 2012 for its spring 'Fashion Bible' edition, W magazine put Kate Moss as the Virgin Mary - innocent on the cover, holding a crucifix between her legs on the inside pages.

London Fashion Week highlights: J. W. Anderson

The forward-grabbing young Irish designer impresses the fashion set a lot. But this time round, there was something stopping the Louboutin-clad fashion collective from an all-out applause.

Anderson – the designer who put men in dresses last season – furthered his pared-back, form-morphing aesthetic for his a/w 2014 womenswear collection. Femininity was sparse, as was colour. Thick, nomadic-ready fabrics in desert colours were draped and shaped to create volume in sack-like proportions. The finish was primitive and enticing; technical mastery clear.

Soft tailoring cuddled by obi belts, fluted calf-length skirts and funnelled necklines engaged with the figure and had a tribal quality that was interesting. Anderson's mastery of manipulation of fabric further mesmerised with clever hints at modern femininity - bralets and bodices sat over thick wads of woollen dresses - yet the overwhelming feeling was of neutral sexuality.

Womanhood was there, just played down. But there was something refreshing about this. Expressions of womanhood needn't be skin, hips and bosom.

Anderson's organic desert nomad is an interesting alternative.

J.W. Anderson AW14, backstage (Sam Wilson, British Fashion Council)

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London Fashion Week highlights: Meadham Kirchhoff

The Central Saint Martins educated design duo - who, I like to believe, work in a studio shaped like a shoe, surrounded by in Lewis Carroll characters and drink sumptuous cocktails from glasses shaped like zoo animals – again showed off what they do best at LFW. This was over-the-top, gawky and zany. Frankly, right up my street. This time it was in homage seemingly to Victoriana Austin Powers. Autumn/winter at the Edward Meadham and Benjamin Kirchhoff design house was prototypically eclectic and perfectly odd.

A bunch of young, quirky looking models stomped down the catwalk in rainbow boots; iridescent reptilian macs, bouclé suits, flowing frocks and pastel veils.

Yet blink a few times, re-focus and MK actually put on a dazzling display of ultra femininity – heightened to the nth degree, sure, but a few pick-out pieces that if worn as an entity, wouldn’t so much make your eyes bleed but rather transport you to an alternative world of translucence and romance.

The peace rarely lasts long in fashion and true to form Meadham and Kirchoff shoots the watcher back to planet crazy with rocket-metallic, leather super-hero dress complete with fluted sleeves and Mary-Janes. Only for the most ostentatious, self-believers… but hey, they’re people too.

And if you’re not one prone to kookiness, Meadham Kirchhoff sure knows how to draw it out and make the fashion pack smile. And heck, we should all be grateful for that.

Meadham Kirchhoff AW14 (Daniel Sims, British Fashion Council)

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London Fashion Week highlights: Simone Rocha

Refined, elegant with just a little flounce, Simone Rocha’s outing for LFW was just plain wonderful. Neat cocktail dresses and soft tailoring were sweetened with dalliances of fabric in perfect ruffles. 

There was a sense of regalia to proceedings; gowns befitting a lady of Henry VIII's court, only far more expressive and independent than a typical young patriarchy-controlled Tudor princess. 

Flounces there may have been but Rocha’s autumn/winter collection wasn’t saccharine. It was polished, preened just-so and for the most part, totally wearable. The daughter of stalwart expressive fashion designer John Rocha, Simone kept things seamlessly chic in darkest black satin, grown-up snakeskin and tartan. 

Mature it may have been but this collection wasn’t without an element of fun. A sea-weed looking green leopard-print dress was crowned with a tiara and pastel-pink geometric meshing played with monarchical perspectives of propriety. 

Ecclesiastical embroidery and sheer dresses in nude and blood red retained a sense of youth and modernity in their boxy shapes and loose-cut. A princess she may be, but Simone Rocha's girl knows that daddy king is in charge so that she can party.

Simone Rocha AW14 (Daniel Sims, British Fashion Council)

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Sweden's young fashion stars: Lina Michal

The Swedish sky is shining bright with up-and-coming fashion stars as Stockholm's elite design college graduates have increasingly been scooping up awards as well as prized post-graduate places at prestigious international fashion colleges. YLC sought out one of these future trailblazers, Lina Michal to find out how her fashion career has suddenly rocketed.

“I’m feeling a lot of gratitude,” Michal told YLC’s Victoria Hussey of winning the esteemed Vogue Young Vision award 2013.

The Beckman's School of Design graduate claimed the title after receiving a galactic 90,000 votes in the world-wide fashion authority's annual search for “young talent with a clear design vision” (VOGUE.it).  Michal beat out top-notch design competition from fifty-five countries, including ten finalists from prestigious design colleges in Denmark, Italy, Russia and the UK.

"It's fantastic," said Michal.

Part of the Vogue Young Vision prize is the chance to design and sell an eponymous fashion collection with top online fashion retailer MUUSE. Michal has been designing and redesigning her MUUSE collection since winning the title back in October.

“It's based on the collection I entered into the competition which was supposed to be for fall/winter but we looked at it and thought it would work so much better as a spring/summer collection."

Apt, as Michal's winning collection was actually her final graduation project shown at Beckmans right at the start of summer 2013, in May.

"We’re working to interpret the collection into ready-to-wear and to distill the core of it into something that can be more easily worn.”

With the title Heathen Hearts, Michal's last catwalk presentation before graduating from the Stockholm design school - one of raw, organic romance - was tinged with the kind of mood only a nation that spends its winters cloaked primarily in darkness and bitter cold would understand.

“I wanted to make something with a Scandinavian point of view but that was also about something other than functional minimalism,” Michal explained to YLC.

“I wanted to convey the feeling of something joyful and organic with just a notion of something dark and raw.”

At times, the collection was so in tune with sweetness and romance it would have been easy to get swept away with feeling and forget to appreciate the exquisite craftsmanship and design skill on display.

After digging into her Swedish heritage and exploring important traditional festivities such as Midsummer, bound in nature, Michal created something outdoorsy and Scandinavian in a far more organic sense than the click-and-fit Ikea practicality synonymous with Swedish design and favoured by so many Swedish fashion designers.

Lina Michal Heathen Hearts collection / Beckmans

Michal used clusters of beads resembling fruits of the forest to adorn voluminous gowns while swathes of fabric in overgrown shapes and mounds of petals were testament to a Swedish designer not afraid of spending time, crafting ideas and labouring for an industry she is clearly excited to now be a part of.

"I'm currently interning with Opening Ceremony in New York; I’ll be there until April," Michal explains.

"Leaving school definitely means a new chapter and I’m taking it a little bit as it comes. I'm eager to explore different aspects of the industry - and I’m having fun.”

Lina Michal's Heathen Hearts inspired collection will be available to purchase on MUUSE.com in 2015.

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Blooming beautiful

Ahhh the Chelsea flower show. One of my favourite world events of the year. That and London Fashion Week and World's Strongest Man. I have an eclectic bunch of interests.

Whilst I'm not sure what I could post as fashion-related to World's Strongest Man - muscle vests and knee strapping perhaps - I do know exactly what to write about when Chelsea is on.

Flowers.

I've never been lucky enough to visit the world's best flower show that is The Chelsea Flower Show, but I did recently visit the wonderul Keukenhof in Holland. Unfortunately, although it was early April, the blooms were not out in full splendour as they should have been because of the silly cold weather. Not that I blame the buds, I don't come into bloom unless it's at least 17ºc.

The wonderful indoor displays in Keukenhof of tulips, lillies and orchids amongst hundreds of other species made up for the lack of colour outside. Not to mention the fabulous fashion and London-themed displays.

An indoor tulip display at Keunkenhof

Hats and flowers make the best of talking pieces

If I could, I would wear a dress entirely made of blooms. Imagine the fresh and sweet scent for one thing. Alas, it's probably not that practical. 

Hello pretty

Sitting on the bus would be problematic for one thing. In fact moving, would probably not work period. I'd shed petals faster than you can say 'walking pollenator'.

Never mind, the designers have floral fashion covered.

Givenchy 1956

Christian Dior s/s 13

Christian Dior s/s 13 Haute Couture

Be inspired and bloom.

Holly Fulton s/s 13

Prada s/s 13

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Let's keep things short.

Please excuse my tardiness in writing another post. 

I’ve just made the leap over to Sweden from the UK, and journeyed through seven countries in two weeks before setting up camp here in beautiful Stockholm. I’ve therefore been rather too busy to indulge in any writing whatsoever mores the pity. My fingers have grown chubbier and less agile in the interim, my brain is rather stodgy and both limbs and organs are in drastic need of creative stimulation.

So, here I am; sitting in my new bedroom next to a window looking out on a park where birds are chirping, children are playing and thank the heavens, the sun is shining. Thoughts of sunshine and happy summer days has lead me to ponder what we shall be wearing this summer should the temperature rise (as it rightly should).

Causing quite a stir both on and off the catwalk is the crop top. That little piece of insignificant fabric you wore without worry as a child, much like the bikini or (ahem) cycling shorts, but in adulthood, an item of clothing that stirs up body image issues and thoughts of unwanted chills around the midriff.

That said, I rather like the idea of the cropped or crop top; one need only look at the very recent Coachella festival to form an image in our minds of an item of clothing that in its very form is wonderfully free-spirited, bohemian, cute perhaps? A little daring? 

Left to right: Alexander Wang s/s 13, Balenciaga s/s 13, a Coachella 2013 sun-worshipper

Of course, done right and the crop top can also be elegant and chic. Karlie Kloss and Diane Kruger have both recently managed this to perfection by coordinating top and bottom, showing only the narrowest and daintiest of gaps in between. A delicate tease of skin.

The crop top is not a classic, it’s not practical or even easy to wear (unless you're Alessandra Ambrosio). But this season's crop top is far more refined than its predecessors: in delicate matchy-matchy prints, geometric cuts and sophisticated cloudy tones of white, grey or blue.

But no matter how it is dressed, the crop top will always be a little cheeky, ever-so nonchalant and a trifle playful.

And just as before, the crop top will come and go and it is its frivolity that makes us fall so easily in love with it every time Summer rolls round. Crop tops allow us freedom, the kind we enjoyed as a child or teenager before we lost out and became adults.

I remember as a teenager quite often showing off my midriff, my grandmother telling me I would catch a cold by doing so and ever so concernedly, shuffling my t-shirt down a cm or two before the fabric reaffirmed its rightful place just above my naval.

And surely, that is the very essence of the crop top: care-free clothes that are meant for frolicking in the sunshine and show we don't give two hoots whether we get a little chilly or not. 

And heck, if we are lucky enough to bathe in sunshine this summer, there will be no stopping us. Our daring, laisez-faire teenage spirit will be out in full-flow and who knows, we might just have fun.

Mr Sunshine, don’t let us down.

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It's time we sat down and I confessed something to you... something about shoes.

The fact I have developed a gouging hole in the left shoe of my go-to flats got me thinking about my attitude to my shoes. In fact, my attitude to all shoes.

If I could, and believe me I would try were it not for the copious amounts of rain and snow we get in this country, not to mention the uncleanliness of doing so, I would clothe myself in swathes of beautiful fabric and not even bother with shoes.

When I can eventually inhabit the luscious, always-spring-like meadow world of my daydreams, I won't even need shoes. No, I shall dance and laugh with bare feet gleefully exposed and not have a care in the world. This will happen. I'm determined.

But back in the oh-so dreary real world, of course shoes, boots, trainers etc. etc. do serve a purpose. Shoes protect our feet from the elements and from that God awful pain when you stand on something sharp, pain second only to stubbing a toe; shoes keep our tootsies warm, and when chosen correctly, our shoes tell others a great deal about ourselves. That we are smart, sophisticated, girly, boyish, sporty, even rich or poor.

And it is this realisation that has caused me great concern. What are my shoes saying about me and more importantly, how has my relationship with shoes come to such dire straits? 

Not only do my most used shoes contain holes the size of moon craters, but after a full-on tussle with the shoe cupboard the other morning, I realised I'm actually rather villainous with my shoes. I shun them to the dark, disorganised cupboard under the stairs alongside the vacuum cleaner, my other half's dirty work boots and with not a drop of light or comfort. Goodness, my shoes are like Harry Potter. How shameful.

To make things worse, I'm actually from a town in the UK that is famous for its shoe-making past; Northampton is home to Church's, Crockett and Jones, Dr. Martens. What is my problem?

Perhaps I favour the freedom of unconfined feet or I'm just too wrapped up in the softness and movement of clothes to really bother with rather spiritless accessories, because as it goes, I'm not too concerned with handbags either. Are shoes spiritless because they don't move in the same way as clothes do? 

I'm not sure, leather, once aged is characterful and there is something rather charming about a ballet flat. They just don't have that same sense of liberation to me. 

Or maybe I just haven't met that many great shoes (or just can't afford the good ones)?

I do, however, have shoes that I take care of and couldn't be without. My weekend biker boots are irreplaceable and I have a pair of Victorian lace ankle booties that I've never worn because they are far too pretty and life will only taint them.


Perhaps I am missing out on something and need to expel this rather nonchalant attitude to shoes. Heavens, the rest of womankind supposedly have gazillions of them in their wardrobes and who wouldn't wish for the collection of Carrie Bradshaw, Victoria Beckham or Imelda Marcos?


I should start a shoe fund and save up for a beautiful and ridiculously expensive pair of shoes. I will revel in the feeling of wearing them for the very first time and look after them as if they were puppies. I will stroke them, gaze lovingly at them, place them on a special shelf and take pictures of myself with them.

Maybe not.

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My education into menswear continues... The Prada Man aka the stylish über nerd

Always one to offer an alternative aesthetic, Prada, has once more delivered an odd form of brilliance with its recent NY menswear collection for autumn/winter 2013/14. 

Muiccia's focus on 'perfection' for this collection was certainly evident in individual pieces; jumpers, jackets, trousers, were excellent renditions of staple menswear items but viewed all together and the look is evocative of a mathematician in his fifties on Redbull. Smart, sure, but clumsy. Oh and I'm pretty sure the fifth model down the catwalk was Mr Gilbert from my old secondary school.

In persuit of mathematical perfection Prada autumn/winter 2013/14

It would be wrong to call the Prada aesthetic weird. Charmingly odd perhaps. Whatever you’d like to call it, Prada certainly has a knack at capturing the audience’s interest, albeit in a 'I can't quite help but look' kind of way. 

Don't get me wrong, I liked parts of the collection. The above-ankle pleated to perfection trousers, the slightly iridescent black/blue wool jackets. 

I also loved how Muiccia used typically punchy punk colours and patterns (blood red, blue and yellow checks) and managed to make them look so, well, uncool; which of course, unequivocally and by its very definition makes it cool. 

Thanks Prada, for making me appreciate the unexpected. 

And may the über nerd live long and prosper. 

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Couture.

Last week's Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week... for the super rich, the super famous and for the super green-eyed. And me.

Nothing quite gets my juices flowing like haute couture. An opinion I’m sure most of you reading this will share.

Gazing at images of Valentino's masterful and exquisite creations on show at PFW last week caused some kind of physiological condition that I can only describe as the feeling that at at any moment my bones may actually melt and I would turn into a big heap of jelly on the floor.

Perhaps I should see a doctor. Or perhaps, that's just couture.

Sure, if I were a hardened industry professional maybe I'd walk away from viewing Chanel couture thinking about my next meeting or how Miss Vogue has arrived about twenty years too late. Sad face.

As it is, I’m constantly moved by fashion, and thank heavens for it. Of course, fashion can be about words: Chanel, Prada, Dior or images: Cara, Kate, Louis Vuitton’s Edwardian train (PFW 2012). But the best fashion is more importantly about a feeling.

 

Jean Paul Gaultier’s couture offering for autumn/winter 2013 epitomise the word “creation”. Ensembles of Off-his-rocker, eclectic, magnificent, jaw-dropping creations. If God were on some hallucinogenic drug when he created man, and decided, against his initial thoughts, to clothe them, I think he’d have come up with something a little like JPG’s haute couture collection.

Tribal printed enough to ensure survival, fur-lined enough to stay warm (and ultra glamorous should Adam wish to whisk Eve away on a pre-historic getaway) yet divine enough to remind us all that his creations were heaven sent.

Jean Paul Gaultier Haute Couture autumn/winter 2013 Images from Google

I’m as old-fashioned as one could possibly be at 26 but I do have to praise Sir Tim-Berners Lee for doing whatever futuristic, techy stuff he did to form the World Wide Web. Why? Because last week I settled down on my sofa with a cup of tea and watched the Valentino autumn/winter Haute Couture collection live from Paris.

And if that weren’t pleasurable enough, I then, for the next 13 minutes 17 seconds, barely breathed lest I somehow miss one drop of the visual dream that was Valentino Haute Couture in the Rocco suite of the Hôtel Salomon de Rothschild.

Intricate lace was worn high to the neck in fairytale gowns of black, stark white or crimson red; soft enough to portray the most delicate of femininity but plentiful enough to evoke drama and heart-pounding romance. The iron-gate embroidery, intricate beading and sumptuous antique florals were nothing less of exquisite. 

Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pierpaolo Piccioli are fast becoming two of my favourite people in the entire world because their designs, in addition to being ju-ust beautiful, are perfect examples of quiver-at-the-knees couture that is best appreciated with the most simple yet euphoric sigh.

Valentino Couture, Paris 2013  Images from Google

As much as fashion is about the words, the image, the concept, it is that most important of things that keeps us yearning for more. That feeling.

That couture feeling.

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