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Interests Include Frocks and Flicks

BEST THIS WEEK

This week, the second full week of the year 2015, seemed fairly unremarkable. In fact, it was rather dull. We’re embarking on that portion of the winter season where the days begin to blend into one another – one shade of grey bleeding more grey into the next, until we’re drowning in a pool of grey and pleading with Jack Frost to give us just a few moments of thaw. It is on these dull days that I am especially thankful for people like Monsieur Galliano and Oscar to brighten and inspire. Continue reading

Paris, Je T’aime

LANVIN

Lanvin Look 1 / Look 2 / Look 3 / Look 4 / Look 5 

Paris Fashion Week has begun, and I’m wishing more than ever I was there. I’ve only been to Paris once, and honestly, I don’t feel like I did it right. It was essentially a 48 hour blitzkrieg of my friends and I trying to see as much as we could, and spending at least 12 hours a day on our feet (I was foolish and wore gladiator sandals that provided ZERO support to my flat-footed soles and my hooves have never quite healed), running around the metro from place to place. We weren’t able to embrace the laissez-faire attitude, sit with baguettes and wine, and just people watch. Since leaving, I’ve known that one day I MUST go back and see Paris properly.

The Paris collections thus far have been very beautiful, very eclectic, and very chic. For now I’ll just discuss a few that caught my eye.

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Navy Seal of Approval

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Since the age of 4, when a slick pair of strirrup pants were handed down to me, I’ve had a love for leather (or leather like) garments. These particular pantaloons were definitely not leather, and more of a shiny raincoat material, but still I was infatuated. In fact, upon further reflection it is possible I dreamt these pants up, but I have a distinct recollection of shedding tears over a coordinated black outfit, with hot pink roses, and a shiny, unknown material. Clearly a child of high-brow taste was I. Continue reading