Sunday, July 29, 2012
Saturday, July 21, 2012
As evidenced by these cover photos for Love magazine, the three Krawley sisters from Downton Abbey are taking the Bard one step further in what can only be a mash-up of Macbeth and Keeping Up with the Kardashians.
In the kurrent episode, Weird Sister Lady Edith dyes her hair the color of kotton kandy, mixing her own konkoktion in her kauldron, while chanting "double, double, toil and trouble . . . "
Weird Sister Lady Sybil, aka the "pretty one," ignores Edith, being preokkupied with removing a red lipstick stain from her gown: "Out, damned spot!" she hisses as she scrubs and wrings the left side of her bustier.
But Weird Sister Lady Mary, always kompeting with Edith, kauses a kerfuffle when Banquo suggests that Lady Edith's ethereal portrait trumps the Goth-y ones of Mary and Sybil.
Mary kommissions the photoshoot for their upcoming kalender to take place in "thunder, lightning, or in rain," so that Edith's kotton kandy locks will lose their froth. She also plans to give Edith the months of March and August, the least popular ones.
Will the Krawley matriarch Kora intervene? Or will she turn over the kerfuffle to Karson? Stay tuned for upkoming episodes.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
So I'll take London where I can get it, even if I "get" it in New York.
Today I took an impromptu jaunt into the city and landed in midtown just as the rain started to come down (London-y, no?).
I was hungry and decided to look for a little cafe en route from the car park (at the funky Hearst Building). As I was approaching the Avenue of the Americas, the raindrops parted and Pret a Manger appeared under a rainbow. (Not really, but please allow a little dramatic effect.)
I popped in, hoping against hope that *maybe* there might be a totally British section of the cooler that stocked a Coronation Chicken sandwich. Instead there was chicken, avocado, and balsamic vinagrette. I made do.
Then I high-tailed it over to Saks, in the mood for a bit of old-world department-store luxury. I used to visit Saks on my lunch hour when I worked in the city and have some fond memories of celebrity beauty encounters: Frederic Fekkai! Bobbi Brown!
One of my stops was at the Jo Malone counter. Ms. Malone, as readers will know, opened up her signature fragrance shop on Sloane Street, in (or off?) London's Sloane Square. (Does the street count as the square?) Anyhooo, I remember wheeling my first-born in her pram into Ms. Malone's Sloane Street shop some 13 years ago.
Rain, Pret, fragrance, lovely designer: some days London just calls out in the sweetest of tones:
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Sunday, July 15, 2012
But maybe, just maybe, after watching one-too-many episodes of Say Yes to the Dress with my daughters (and readers will note the irony, because I have always been a non-wedding dress person), after seeing women scream "Yes!" to 49 out of 50 strapless dresses, I was influenced not to ignore le robe bustier any longer.
Or maybe it was the sale rack at J Crew, positively pulsing with strapless dresses in pretty prints.
I have owned one strapless dress, one I saw in the vitrine of Eaton's in Charlottetown, some months before my Grade Six graduation. (In Canada, Junior High goes from grades 7-9, so leaving Grade Six requires a proper ceremony. Or at least it did in the 1970s.)
The dress was white cotton, with an bosom-covering eyelet ruffle, and another eyelet flounce at the hem. It was the most gorgeous dress in the world to me, and I put it on layaway. And wore it, only once, to my graduation.
I don't recall it being that spectacular on, because the dress was shapeless, aside from the elasticized parts that held it up. So maybe that's why I moved on and beyond.
So: back to the J Crew dress I tried on. Not bad. Points in my favour: even tan, good posture. Good fit, but I still passed. And that evening thought about returning to get it and in the morning was glad I didn't. It might have been the bare-ness, the seeming formality, I don't know. Maybe I'll go back again for another try.
Do gentle readers wear strapless for casual?
Friday, July 13, 2012
During my "call of the mall" expedition with my daughters, I ducked in to J Crew to take advantage of their educators; discount (hurrah!) and was immediately drawn to the fitted jacket to the right.
Its blue and white filagree pattern reminds me of china that I love:
|To the left, to the left . . .|
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Having survived following two tweens around to inappropriate shops such as Forever 21 (my daughter swears that the numerals are meant to be read backwards), Abercrombie & Fitch, and the MAC counter (they just window-shopped there), I was relieved to spend this afternoon in Soho with Mr. C.
I may have continued the inappropriate theme there, though it may simply be a perceived inappropriateness. Although I gazed lovingly at the smart fall dresses in SportMax, I did not try on any. Instead, I went into Dr. Martens, searching for the grad student of my youth, and I tried on the fantastic boots above and below.
What would I wear them with? Who knows, but I'd wear them. (Definitely during my unit on "punk.")
I also tested the new satchels made in a Liberty of London collaboration with Dr. Martens. My verdict? Try the Martens patent leather satchel instead.
The Strawberry Thief satchel? Too yellow.
The floral satchel? Too white.
This patent satchel? In acid yellow (available at the store)? Yes.
Then upon emerging into dimming daylight after an hour or so in Purl Soho, I learned that most of the boutiques had closed. At 7! On a Thursday!
But the Frye boot shop was open, so I hoofed in, still carrying a glimmering torch for the campus boots that I so wanted in Grade 7 but was denied. (I still don't know why.) There I tried on this embellished low cowgirl boot:
As I was wearing a pink sundress with a circle skirt (I had my flower sunglasses in my bag, but felt tht they might be *too* retro with my dress), I felt a little like my countrywoman, k.d. lang, when she dressed in her prairie cowgirl skirts of yore and sang "Turn Me Round (The Square-Dancing Song)":
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
It is, I believe, overly accessorized in each photo, but careful readers can see it unadorned in the early-ish pages of July's Vogue UK.
This swimsuit calls out for a deep blue ocean and pink sand, not necklaces and handbags.
But on second thought, I could carry all the shells that I gather in the bag.
Thursday, July 5, 2012
McCartney has designed the kit/athletic uniforms for Great Britain's Olympic athletes, and I wrote about those designs as well as about her sportswear-inflected fashion.
Thanks to the smart Kate Battrick, who provided me with her assessment of McCartney's designs for the piece.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
It's not because I thought he was cute (using the language of my youth); even then I knew that he wasn't my "type," but because I lived on Prince Edward Island. I was destined to to be royal.
Well, I am not secretly Sophie Wessex, so obviously I did not join that royal family. But I am sharing a sisterly affection for a recent fashion choice that Mrs. Prince Edward made: the terrific Dries Van Noten jungly dress above and below.