Posts Tagged ‘european’

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Stockholm Streetstyle 

Who can ever get enough of ADR? Here she is yesterday in Paris just doing her thing. Incidentally, she must’ve got the Tehran Times memo about covering up and swathing in patterned scarves. I love her kaleidoscopic fusion of florals and geometrics, colours and black and white.

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Sass & Bide’s Heidi Middleton at home.

A Eurotrash moment from a summertime somewhere. Maybe from my past, maybe in my future. Love runners as primary mode of transportation whilst ensconced in a long black parachute skirt and a biker vest. My interest is piqued by the statue just right of our leading lady; two ladies, both swathed, side-by-side yet centuries apart.


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My girl, Caitlin Agnew, tipped me off about Helena Bordon earlier this year and after digesting her Eurotrash life for months now I’m finally ready to share her with all of you. Socialite, Brazilian, and blonde. Fling with Prince Harry. Front row staple; a mother, Donata Meirelles, who works for Vogue and daddy is a big media mogul. Their Sao Paulo house, however, looks like it belongs in a dream I once had about living the sweet life.  Sometimes on Instagram Helena is in St. Tropez with lots of boys and champagne. Her street style says no, I don’t need the Zara imitation. This is the real thing. Helena is the real thing. Lucky for us – and I love it when beautiful socialites do this – she had a blog to keep up-to-date with all her meanderings and girl crushes. She also designs for Luiza Setubal’s LOOL collection.  Read the rest of this entry »

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This whole talk about Miranda Kerr, blonde wig and nip slip, playing legendary Italian porn star Cicciolina in the September issue of V Magazine has got me thinking about the real thing. Miranda did an awesome job playing the part, especially in conveying a precociousness that is not unlike the above picture where Ciccolina is rumoured to have been 16 years old. Don’t you dare Google recent pictures of her, I want us to remember or become acquainted with Cicciolina just as she is in this photograph: a paragon of male fantasy as perpetuated – to this day – by Italian media; a surefire anomaly when it comes to the sexual objectification of women on television, movies and cellphone commercials. This is by no means a criticism of it, just an observation and tip of the hat to Ciccolina, who may I say, had killer style with that Buone Vacanze graphic tee and floral crown back in the day.

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Or should I say, Caroline Sieber von Westenholz? Her recent wedding was featured in the September 2013 issue of Vogue as The Wedding of the Year – look out, Klout score! She is formally referred to as a Chanel brand ambassador and Karl, himself, made her wedding dress. Of course, Laetitia Crahay had a hand at the veil and so on and so forth. Privilege at its apogee. Seriously, I’ve been following her on instagram for a few months now and it’s all St. Tropez to me.

She lives in a castle and dresses as though she had every runway collection at her fingertips. All her clothes look brand new, too. Poppin’ tags. (Never mind tags I swear she drinks champagne for breakfast). Her life is most assuredly a charmed one. Picking street style proved difficult, however, because Caroline sometimes looks too affected, as though the clothes were laid out for her the night before by a Chanel-bot. I tried to select the few outfits that have a bit more movement to them. Something common folk might aspire to, if not dare to imitate whilst feeling ballsy one afternoon in a couture daydream.  Read the rest of this entry »

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That pointy nose. Those pointy, bunny ears. Welcome, Laetitia Crahay, to the Eurotrash people roster of fun. She has a baby and a cat, and lots of hats. Laetitia is the creative director of Maison Michel millinery and the jewellery director at Chanel. Meaning, her and the Kaiser are best buds. How chic? Her pregnancy clothes were Chanel tweed – that chic.

Her style reminds me of a French modernism that dips into cliché, tainting it with a refreshingly new sensibility. Like robots and rabbits that clutter her apartment, paired with the classic cloche and a string of pearls. Glistening surfaces with lots of black accents. Just looking at her, we begin to see the parallels between her life’s work and her life. The femme totale – not fatale – but everything. I think you need to be a bit of a maniac to create anything worthy of two interlocking C’s.   Read the rest of this entry »