IT HAS BEEN quite a while since we covered the Met Gala⏤its over-the-top theatrical displays are not often our thing. But, Anne Hathaway (above) looked stunning in Versace, enough to make us take a look at what others were wearing that night. This year’s dress code was “in honour of Karl.”
SOMETIMES THE BEST way to see upcoming trends is through a scroll on our Instagram feed. Lately, we've been seeing warm pinks especially in leather jackets, and often paired with buttery yellows and rust. There are also soft, feathery pinks as well as bold magenta, icing sugar shades as at Elie Saab and dusty, eighties shades on the streets of London. Scroll through for our favourite ways to wear this always lovely shade...
FOR THE SECOND YEAR in a row, Giambattista Valli did not stage an haute couture show, opting instead for an exhibition of his spring collection, open to the public. “Sometimes the fashion world is too exclusive and sometimes it’s nice to be inclusive,” the designer told Vogue. An open presentation was held at the National Gallery de Jeux Pom in Paris.
EVEN THOUGH WINTER comes every year, always forget what an ordeal it actually is. How early the days get dark. How overcast and blustery and how much all of this makes me never want to leave the house until spring. It feels like we're on the 174th day of January and there's still February ...
New York Fashion Week came and went with little fanfare. This time around, there seemed to be a lack of enthusiasm for the affair. Vanessa Friedman, the Fashion Director and Chief Fashion Critic for The New York Times expressed a similar sentiment in the article, “Marc Jacobs and the Ghosts of Fashion Past and Future.” The article suggests a somber tone during fashion week. Friedman points out that it seemed to suffer from an identity crisis partially as a result from the loss of influence that New York designers once had over the fashion world.
Perhaps it is warm wood in white interiors and gilded chandeliers, or the tan leather of a convertible with the top down on a breezy afternoon; a sun-dappled corner of a favourite café or the warm woven wicker of a basket bag set off by the billowy white ruffles of a silk dress.
Karl Lagerfeld's decision to transform the Grand Palais in to a formal French garden with climbing roses on trelliage, pergolas and water fountains was a welcome site on these January days. There were layers of ruffled tulle and embellished chiffon in pastel hues, feathery capped sleeves and crystal veils and of course, the traditional Chanel tweed, all ushering in a return to the age of innocence and a feeling of spring in the air ...