So, it seems Dior has officially sacked their creative director. What next? I honestly can't imagine Dior without Galliano, as he's been their 15 years and is largely responsible for the resurrection of the House of Dior. Now on one side I understand their position, but I'm not entirely sure things should have gone this way.
Fashionologie posted a very interesting article here.
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Cavalli's 40th
Friday, October 8, 2010
Style.com posted a short but interesting article on Robert Cavalli and his forty years in fashion. Take a look here.
Style Crush: Zoe Saldana
Friday, September 17, 2010Honestly, what's not to love about this girl? She's a talented actress, a gorgeous woman, and a fashion queen. I'm always looking out for her at different events, beacuse I know that no matter the tenor of the event she's attending, Zoe Saldana will always be picture perfect.
Trying to show every look I like would be too much for just one post, so I'll do my best to illustrate the showstoppers.
At the London Premeire of Avart she was a total knockout in RM by Rolan Muoret. The dress is so decliously structured and incredibly perfect I think I'll run out of superlatives in this post. Everything in this look, hair, makeup, jewely, and frock work together to give us one of her best looks. And they've all been good.
This is THE showstopper of the year. I have LOVED this Givenchy work of art since I saw it. Zoe is of course the perfect candidate to do justice to Riccardo Tisci and his brilliance.
Her she is at the Met Costume Gala in Calvin Klein...wow. This gown is so understated but so intricate at the same time. The color compliments her skin tone to perfection, and the stones embeded throughout the gown offer the needed piazz. I love the simplicity of her hair and the single gold cuff.
Zoe shows how the LBD is meant to be worn in this Vionnet masterpiece. With style, grace, and a touch of quirkiness. I love the total black nature of this look which so offsets the pop of red on her lips. Also, I ADORE the soft braided updo.
In other words, Zoe Saldana, you are one of my fashion royalties, I don't know how you do it, but you do it. And that's all that counts. Please never stop.
Style Crush: Dasha Zhukova
Monday, August 23, 2010
Angelina Jolie: The Sound of Redemption.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Angelina Jolie started the "Salt" promotional tour in North America, looking great, though wearing black. She then had a real downfall of style during the Asian leg of the tour, and returned to stunning best here in Europe.
Berlin Photocall: Elie Saab and not a stitch of makeup.
Paris Premiere: Pamella Roland frock and Ferragamo pumps.
Los Angeles Premiere: Emporio Armani
London Premiere: Amanda Wakeley
Moscow Premiere: Atelier Versace
She surprized me by wearing color, and not her much favoured black. After having "Hummed" at her a few posts ago, this acknowlegdement is in order.
I can't wait to see what else she'll bring us before the end of this tour.
Berlin Photocall: Elie Saab and not a stitch of makeup.
Paris Premiere: Pamella Roland frock and Ferragamo pumps.
Los Angeles Premiere: Emporio Armani
London Premiere: Amanda WakeleyMoscow Premiere: Atelier VersaceThe Truth about Kickass Jewellery
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Dior makes the kind of rings girls could kill for, and posses all the prerequisites to being every fashionista's dream. The pop of color it lends your ensembles, the exellcent attention for detail, the extraordinary design...
I'm a natural born sucker for all things mythological, and a develping sucker for all things Lanvin, this craftmanship HAD to be in my tops. I mean, just look at it, you don't get any grander. If I owned a crazy, chunky, to-die-for Medusa necklace I'd throw it on everything, even Pj's.
I can imagine this Lanvin masterpiece over about a gazillion different basic-what-would-be-blah-outfits-without-it. A fitted sheath dress, skinny jeans and white shirt, a simple LBD...you name it, she'll jazz it up.Thank you, gods of jewellery, for saving us from boring outfits.
Valentina Lisitsa
Monday, July 27, 2009
Valentina Lisitsa is a recent discovery for me, but I'm already enthusastic about her piano-playing. Okay, I admit that the very first video I saw of her, in which she was playing Fur Elise, I was slightly unsure of the correct opinion to entertain. She delivered a brilliant performance, no arguing that, the dynamics were marvelous, perfect legatos, and plenty of feeling. If I closed my eyes and just listened, than she delivered one of the best executions out there. But there was something with the way she sat, so hunched, moving so much, that bothered me. Hence the confusion.
Many Rachmainoff and some Beethoven concertos later, the scale tipped all the way and I became a huge fan. With a talent as huge as hers minor things like posture don't matter.
That woman has a handle on Rachmainoff like few other pianists. When she plays "Little Red Riding Hood", it's almost like the wolf is chasing you too. She's also absolutly great with Beethoven, but there she has Daniel Barenboim to contend with.
So if you don't know who she is, run here, like now, and pay
attention.
This is the real shit.
Many Rachmainoff and some Beethoven concertos later, the scale tipped all the way and I became a huge fan. With a talent as huge as hers minor things like posture don't matter.
That woman has a handle on Rachmainoff like few other pianists. When she plays "Little Red Riding Hood", it's almost like the wolf is chasing you too. She's also absolutly great with Beethoven, but there she has Daniel Barenboim to contend with.
So if you don't know who she is, run here, like now, and pay
attention.This is the real shit.
The Story Of Greedy And Pok-Pok
Friday, January 30, 2009
Yes well, we have two new pets, their names are Greedy and Pok-Pok...and, well, they're chickens. Or better yet, we had two new pets, until they escaped from rehab this morning, a.k.a. our empty swiming pool. But we're not worried, Greedy and Pok-Pok are stuipid, they'll come back. They've done it before, like the time I chaught them in the house and beat the cacca out of them (I mean literally), they still came back.
You see, Greedy and Pok-Pok seem to be wild chickens.
We don't know that for sure, but they have been invading our garden for the past months and apparently the whole neighborhood too. Harahumph!
So yeseterday morning, I walk into the kitchen and Eman's like, "We chaught the chickens we chaught the chickens!"
I was like "whatever", till Jordan told me the same thing, and I saw Greedy and Pok-Pok in a box right there in the kitchen. Oh yay! Now we have chickens and cats!
They were christend by Eman a few hours later, who seems to have taken onto himself the role of Godfather. Greedy is short and fat, Pok-Pok is tall and skinny and like's jumping (if you go on Mishu's blog, we have viedo footage). we keept them in the box all day and feed them a few crusts of bread until throwing them in the pool for bedtime and exercise.
And well, this morning they were gone.
But they'll be back.
Greedy is always hungry.
P.S. True story.
You see, Greedy and Pok-Pok seem to be wild chickens.
We don't know that for sure, but they have been invading our garden for the past months and apparently the whole neighborhood too. Harahumph!
So yeseterday morning, I walk into the kitchen and Eman's like, "We chaught the chickens we chaught the chickens!"
I was like "whatever", till Jordan told me the same thing, and I saw Greedy and Pok-Pok in a box right there in the kitchen. Oh yay! Now we have chickens and cats!
They were christend by Eman a few hours later, who seems to have taken onto himself the role of Godfather. Greedy is short and fat, Pok-Pok is tall and skinny and like's jumping (if you go on Mishu's blog, we have viedo footage). we keept them in the box all day and feed them a few crusts of bread until throwing them in the pool for bedtime and exercise.
And well, this morning they were gone.
But they'll be back.
Greedy is always hungry.
P.S. True story.
Adventures!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Well, Ozie went training today (mind you, she's a very talented gymnast, but that's not my point). And well, of course, when it's time to pick her up, our only car still at home decides to give up the ghost. Not cool. How's she gonna get home?
But hakuna matata, brilliant ideas are forthcoming!!!
Esy will take the bike and go to her training place to pick her up!
Ummm...I guess if it's for poor Ozie, stuck out there all alone. Yep, I pick up the bike, all bundled up against the night wind, and set out on my quest.
So everything's fine just about to the moment when I'm almost in town, and then...ring, ring!
Me: Hello?
Non-identifed home member: Hey Esy, you can come home, Ozie's trainer is gonna take her back.
Me: What???
Non-identified home member: Umm yeah. You heard me right?
Me: But I just got here!
Non-identifed home member: Oh, well, you'll just have to...
Me: Click.
Beep, beep, beep.
Yes, I hung up on them, as pissed as I was, and turned my bike around in a huff, and began the treak upwards. (It's no small distance, those of you who've been here know.) And unfourtunately, I am not at all used to biking, I'm just fine with walking, but not biking, so ow. And the effect was enhanced by the fact that I was on an undersized bike with no air in the tires.
But I made it home.
Talking to yourself helps.
I have a sudden urge to accquire books, by whatever means possible. Anybody up for a belated Christmas gift??
But hakuna matata, brilliant ideas are forthcoming!!!
Esy will take the bike and go to her training place to pick her up!
Ummm...I guess if it's for poor Ozie, stuck out there all alone. Yep, I pick up the bike, all bundled up against the night wind, and set out on my quest.
So everything's fine just about to the moment when I'm almost in town, and then...ring, ring!
Me: Hello?
Non-identifed home member: Hey Esy, you can come home, Ozie's trainer is gonna take her back.
Me: What???
Non-identified home member: Umm yeah. You heard me right?
Me: But I just got here!
Non-identifed home member: Oh, well, you'll just have to...
Me: Click.
Beep, beep, beep.
Yes, I hung up on them, as pissed as I was, and turned my bike around in a huff, and began the treak upwards. (It's no small distance, those of you who've been here know.) And unfourtunately, I am not at all used to biking, I'm just fine with walking, but not biking, so ow. And the effect was enhanced by the fact that I was on an undersized bike with no air in the tires.
But I made it home.
Talking to yourself helps.
I have a sudden urge to accquire books, by whatever means possible. Anybody up for a belated Christmas gift??
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