Yesterday at Chanel, Karl Lagerfeld upped the ante with yet another imaginative and sensational spectacle – this time with crystals as the prominent theme. Rich-toned, dark hued ensembles were embellished with crystal adorned hems, epaulets, heels, and accessories. Lesage, the legendary couture embroidery house, created bejeweled strips that boldly defined models’ eyebrows. Far out and extraordinary.
Honestly…WTF?! I need to stay in this half graffiti and half stark white room, created by artist Tilt, in the Au Vieux Panier in Marseille, France. Each year, the hotel commissions artists, graphic designers, and painters to redesign five rooms inside the hotel. Each artist is given full “carte blanche” to do as they please. The idea is to offer artists a three-dimensional canvas and for hotel guests to experience art first hand. I must make it there within the year, before it’s gone!
Last season the ever inspiring Anna Dello Russo was photographed wearing a Stephen Jones-designed black veiled beanie, fresh off Jil Sander‘s Spring 2012 runway. Not surprisingly, others have followed suit and the same veiled beanies have recently been spotted on the streets of Milan and Paris. Should you decide to jump on the bandwagon, alongside me, I suggest making the boyishly feminine hat yourself with a slouchy beanie and a couple feet of birdcage netting!
Spring’s pastel and floral trend has us bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. So it’s no surprise that we’re head over heels for Nine West‘s collection of sweet wedges, chic flats, and foxy pumps, all available in an assortment of bold floral prints. I personally love coupling a pair of floral shoes with colorful, ankle-length skinny jeans. If that combination doesn’t have you tickled pink, it’s time to go forth and get #poweredbyflower.
Annie, get your gun – we’re headed West! Only Isabel Marant can transform yoked cowboy shirts, leather gaucho pants, lace prairie blouses, and embroidered suede booties into an incredibly fresh, effortless, and all around covetable collection. Once again, we’re in awe of the Marant “je ne sais quoi” affect . . .