It’s finally the time of year when I can pull out my furs and luxuriate in pure decadence! Try as I might to incorporate a little into my spring and summer wardrobe, it’s just not the same. Fur is tricky and can go wrong so easily (and when it does, it’s such a waste of precious material).
My first show of Paris Fashion Week is definitely the most entertaining one I have ever attended. Yes, the light-as-air feminine frocks, boy-meets-girl waistcoats, and Impressionistic florals and sheer tiers and layers were a feast for the eyes. But the real jaw-dropping moment was one no one saw coming.
My childhood dream of being a ballerina was never fulfilled for a couple of reasons: A) I never possessed the patience to actually attend lessons, and B) I only wanted to be a ballerina because I liked the tutus. Fair enough. While arabesques and pliés were not meant for me, thanks to Nina Ricci, I may still become a ballerina yet!
This Nina Ricci clutch has been framed – and it was an act of genius. You will only fully appreciate it once you see it; a close encounter is the only kind that will do it justice. But you can trust me, it passed the snob test drive.
And the winner of the most improved award is Nina Ricci! Gone are the tassels, the whipstitching, and the overly nipped and cinched designs we’re used to. This exudes sophistication and control. The way the rolled handles transition into pin tucks is such clever craftsmanship.
What evokes a ladylike image more readily than Nina Ricci? A scarlet-feverish runway set a passionate tone. Actually, it was the most elegant runway ever seen by moi and on each side, Katia and Marielle Labèque performed “Two Movements for Two Pianos” by Philip Glass. Each musician was posed at a grand piano in the […]