You probably saw it coming: the point at which I remind you all- one again- that I am all for prints. Prints excite me, blah blah blah, you already know that. It will probably not come as a surprise, then, that the main reason that I am writing a post dedicated to Basso & Brooke’s latest collection is that I loved the prints. I always love Basso & Brooke prints. This wasn’t the most groundbreaking of collections, but what it did provide was a very welcome burst of colour and pattern.
One of my favourite pieces was a parka, but of course it was no ordinary parka. Forget a fur-trimmed hood and dull khaki shades- this parka had a fur collar and wowed me with its crazy, colourful all-over print. So cool. There was also the it item of lust that almost every fashion house worth its salt showed this season- a camel coat- which at Basso & Brooke was a rather simplistic, collarless number. The said coat was one of the few solid pieces featured in the show, which I thought were a nice antithehis to the abundance of prints… there should have been more solid pieces, in my opinion, to balance out the collection more. The ongoing theme within this collection was to take simple pieces and to jazz them up with prints so they were more desirable. And guess what? It worked. I would be much more inclined to buy a wonderful printed shift dress from this collection than I would be to buy a plain shift dress from an equally desirable label.
I loved Giambattista Valli AW ’10! The clothes were sophisticated and marvellous. The models were perfect, with fuss-free up-dos, perfect figures (well, obviously) and great, heavy black eye make-up paired with flawless skin. Everything was perfect, really.
It was the outerwear that did it for me. The opening look was, like many other opening looks this season, a camel coat. Instantly, I was hooked in. And then- just when I thought it couldn’t get any better- Frida Gustavsson emerged wearing the 6th look; a camel coat with a similarly cocoon-esque shape, but this time with a funnel neck and short sleeves, leaving the arms bare. It looked lovely the way it was shown, with Frida placing her hands in the deep pockets, revealing a bit of bare arm. Not the most practical of coats for the winter, perhaps, but one could still wear long gloves or, indeed, just long sleeves to solve this slight sartorial issue. There were also some lovely white coats in appealing fabrics, because who doesn’t like a bit of winter white?
Sheer black tights were worn throughout, reiterating Valli’s AW 2010 ideals: simple, clean, chic, sophisticated and feminine. Oh yes, this collection was feminine. Quite a few sheer pieces were paraded down the runway. I feel I must refer to another of my favourite looks here: a sheer white spotted top with a black bra underneath. Teamed with a solid black beaded/ruffled skirt, black tights, kitten heels and a pink belt, it looked grown-up and chic with a very subtle hint of naughtiness. The idea wasn’t sexiness. It was femininity. There was a bit of knicker-flashing going on as well, again put together perfectly in the form of excuisitely detailed dresses with white tops and black skirts with sheer panels around the knicker area. Again, tasteful, plain black underwear was worn underneath. Going more down the sexy route was a very sheer black floor-length dress (worn with a navy blue blazer sitting on the shoulders) that made the black bra worn underneath very visible. Still, though, it wasn’t wholly distasteful.
We read the names and know and love the clothes. But can we pronounce all of the names of our favourite labels? Because fashion is an international thing, there are often some names in the fashion industry that look odd to us. Hopefully if you’ve ever been confused about how to pronounce the name of a designer or label then your problems will be solved after reading this little guide which will teach you how to pronounce some of the trickiest names in fashion! If I’ve missed any out and you’d like to add to this list, please leave a comment on this post!
Andrew Gn = Andrew jen
Ann Demeulemeester = ann de-moo-le-mee-stir
Azzedine Alaia = az-a-dean a-lie-ya
Balmain = bal-ma (“ma” as in “magic” rather than “march”)
Burberry Prorsum = bur-berry p-roar-sum
Charles Anastase = charles anna-stars
Christian Lacroix = chris-tee-an la-kwa
Comptoirs des Cottoniers = con-twar day cot-on-yay
Eley Kishimoto = eel-ee kish-ee-mow-toe
Falke = fall-ka
Giambattista Valli = gee-yam-bat-easter var-lee
Gianfranco Ferre = gee-anne-fran-ko fair-er
Giuseppe Zanotti = ji-sep-ee za-not-ee
Hermes = er-mez
Herve Leger = her-vay lej-air
Hussein Chalayan = who-said sha-lie-on
Jean Charles de Castelbajac = je-on sh-arl de cass-tell-bar-yak
Loewe = low-ev-aye
Maison Martin Margiela = may-son mar-tan mar-gel-a
Marchesa = mar-key-sa
Narciso Rodriguez = nar-see-sow rod-re-gez
Ohne Titel = own-er tee-tal
Proenza Schouler = pro-n-sa shoe-ler
Ralph Lauren = Like the name Lauren (which rhymes with ‘foreign’), rather than ‘le-ron’, if you know what I mean!
Roksanda Illincic = rock-sand-der ill-in-ch-itch
Salvatore Ferregamo = sal-va-tor-ray fer-ray-gah-mo
Thierry Mugler = tea-air-ee moo-glay
Yves Saint Laurent = eve-san-lor-ron
I compiled most of this list myself, but I did consult the rest of the internet when it came to the really tricky names that I had no idea how to pronounce myself!
Everything in my life is going wrong at the moment, hence the lack of updates to this blog.
When I sort my head out and cheer up a bit, I will update Innocuous Whispers. But, right now, I am not in a good place. I’m not going to whinge on and on about how awfully unhappy I am feeling, but I would just like to tell you all that I feel like crap. I am a bloody mess.
Speak to you all soon,
I just went to the Duty Free. No fake tan was purchased but to compensate i bought YSL Faux Cils mascara, Estee Lauder Sumptuous Mascara (because I’m going to need it at some point), Vogue Paris, Vogue UK and a tube of Lacasitos, which I assume are the Spanish, less tasty equivalent to Smarties. I shall be occupied on the plane.
I also have a pair of cat eye sunglasses which I just snatched from a table in the cafe. I did wait for about 40 minutes before deciding to snatch them. OK, I’m a thief…
Hello bellas,I am back. Well. I am currently at the airport, once again choosing to frustrate myself with the sham that is the WordPress for iPhone app. Ah, I’m too harsh on this app, at least it allows one to post to one’s blog when one is unable to use one’s computer. Anyway, obviously, my short lived love affair with warmer climes has ended with a bang and I am quite sad, really, as I don’t have much of a tan. My skin is like my mother’s though; although I have acne-ridden, crappy skin that I will get resurfaced when I have money, I also have the kind of skin that tans easily. You wouldn’t have thought it as I am very pale. My sister, who has slightly darker skin than me, with more rosy undertones, burns every time she’s in the sun. I have yellow undertones (apparently). Does that make me tan more easily? I don’t know.
Although I like the idea of being an English rose, sporting the pale and interesting look but, let’s face it, everybody looks better with a tan. Even famously pale beauties like Dita von Teese and Tilda Swinton could rock a tan if they so desired.
Perhaps it’s time to slap on the fake tan. Fake it until you make it, right? That’s what was said on Glamour Models: Mum and Me on BBC Three the other night (we have Sky in our house in Spain). Fake it until you make it. So, until I get a beautifully golden, natural tan, I’m allowed to go against all things I once said about faking a tan, and go out to buy some St Tropez, right? Right? I might just pop over to the Duty Free now and see if expensive Tan in a Can is less expensive here than it is back in Blighty. I need a mascara fix, anyway.
Does somebody want to tell me the answer to that question? I know that Yoox stock some Luella pieces, generally from SS09, as do The Outnet. And the occassional gem comes up on eBay, but they aren’t usually in a size that will fit me. If I could get my hands on some sample-size garments then I would be in heaven. I now wish I’d taken advantage of the sale on Luella.com before it ceased trading and bought the super-cheap floral shorts and a lovely skirt. I was even contemplating buying that divine lilac one-shoulder dress to wear for my prom. Of course I’d have to save for a while in order to get it, but I was willing. That was my favourite dress from Luella Spring Summer 2009.
And I wish I’d purchased a North South Peony bag! It saddens me to think that I missed all of my Luella-purchasing oppurtunities.
There is a second-hand designer clothing shop in one of the towns I rarely visit because it’s so scummy en general. But, about a month ago, a pair of size 14 Luella alphabet trousers, which I consider to be quite iconic, appeared on the shelves in said designer shop for only £40. They will never fit me in a million years, but I really am tempted to buy them just because they’re Luella. I know I’ll kick myself, anyway, when I go into the shop one day to discover that somebody has bought the trousers.
Oh, Luella… why did you have to disappear? I love Luella. The clothes aren’t groundbreaking and not really considered high-fashion, but I don’t care; the clothes are quintessentially British and are exactly my style.
When I am older and I am a success story with tons of cash, I will own a huge collection of Luella clothes. I will dedicate my life to collecting the beautiful, quirky, feminine garments that I lusted after in my teens. One day I will wear that one-shoulder lilac number. Just watch this space.
Anyway, I’m going to quickly swerve off topic because I AM GOING TO MARRAKECH TOMORROW. And then Spain. I am not prepared at all, but that doesn’t worry me. I only work effectively when I’m under pressure, which is why I always leave things to the last minute. Well, that and the fact that I am lazy and a very good procrastinator. But I’m not procrastinating today- oh no- I am spending the day with my boyfriend. I am doing a quick post from my iPhone while he’s gone to the supermarket to get something to eat. I need to spend as much time with him as possible this summer because he’s off to UCL this year to study maths. Clever boy.
Anyway, I shall go now and get on with something, er, more productive.
You’re all beautiful. xxxo xxxo
PS I chickened out at the hairdressers’ and didn’t go full-on blonde. In fact, I didn’t change my colour at all. Danilo says that I’m a wimp, which is sort of kind of 100% true. After all, I cried the first time I had my legs waxed. That’s me, the pathetic one.