Posts Tagged ‘Paris’


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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Image by Anna dello Russo

I must preface this post by admitting that I am currently sitting at my desk, a cloudy Toronto skyline is ostensibly the most beautiful thing in my periphery, and no, I’m not in Paris. However, thanks to Anna dello Russo, who is in Paris, I get to peruse the actually beautiful Delfina Delettrez jewellery presentation that took place today at the Almine Rech Gallery.  Read the rest of this entry »


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 »

This Eurotrash figure has been on my mind ever since I saw a photo of her wearing a military blazer and light wash blue jeans, neutral oversized tee tucked in – only a handful – at the tummy (which I’ve always done since). If there is any person who is realistically, my style ideal it would be her. Sure, I can fantasize about Anna dello Russo’s headpieces and Miroslava Duma’s pattern proclivity, but in reality, Emmanuelle Alt is the girl I am when I get up out of bed in the morning.

She’s a poster child for Balmain and Isabel Marant (her husband’s the artistic director of the latter). For each occasion she cops a fancy new blazer – unlike most women who would purchase a new dress or accessories – Alt has worn the same Cartier watch and black Balmain belt for years it seems while switching up her blazers like nobody’s business. There isn’t any blazer she won’t do. I, too, have a serious thing for blazers. Vintage, tweed, linen, oversized, velvet, leather – you name it, I got it. I won’t, however, do those DUMB made-to-order boyfriend blazers in black or navy with an exposed striped lining, rolled up at the cuffs. And you know exactly the ones I mean. I just shudder when I see a girl wearing one of those over a fancy dress – a token of style in absentia.

Take notes from this Vogue Paris editor-in-chief, ladies. Be more adventurous with your outerwear!

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A$AP mob. I see a bit of Givenchy in there. This could also be a Calvin Klein ad campaign. Just sayin’ 

Whatever, he’s a rapper. Again, another great find by Dragnet Magazine‘s Lauren M. He has gold teeth and drives some pimped out car I can’t even pronounce around Paris in his music video for Goldie. Love his Commes des Fuckdown hat and PIGALLE shirt. Like, he could be Parisian. If you see his street style, like the full fur vest he wore on a 106 & Park appearance, you wonder if he has been transported from the Tuileries to NYC  à la Zac Posen coming home all grown up from Paris with big boy style.

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Stumbled upon this ancient Vogue Paris shoot featuring Brazilian export, Adriana Lima and the most Eurotrash accessory pairings I’ve seen in a long time. The colours – bubble gum pink? OK, have we watched My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding? Screams trashy, but Lima keeps it classy with her Brazilian, come hither eyes. I love her arm parties, and you know how much I hate arm parties. It’s like girls think they are going to get famous, ahem Man Repeller, taking the same photo of the same bracelet pairing just switched around every other day. PS. I used to really love Man Repeller.

Anyway fur, Chanel bags, Vuitton, jingarells (as Emilia would say), and a whole lot of BLING watches a Eurotrash girl make.

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Image source Harper’s Bazaar.

Seriously, though. Who is this woman? Admittedly, I am horrible with celebrity names, fashion personnel, designers in the flesh, models… you name it, because I probably can’t. I’m getting better though. I could point out Poppy Delevigne in a line-up if I had to – provided she was the only blonde wrangled up, and wearing Mary Katrantzou. But this particular street style mainstay in some of the nicest furs I’ve seen to-date is the unknown soldier of fashion. OK, if Harper’s Bazaar didn’t even know her name when they published her Milan street style look, my ignorance can surely be forgiven.

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Eurotrash in front of Costes Roses Dani Roses

I was 19 years old when I first ever heard about Hotel Costes. Came to me in the form of Stéphane Pompougnac’s CD compilation Hotel Costes… Best of. So I was like completely head over heels for this Parisian boudoir music. Puffed cigarettes to it. Tried to emulate the life of Eva Green’s character, Isabel, with every listen. I was 19, people. The world to me was like living in the glossy pages of Vogue. Sometimes, I wish I hadn’t become so irrevocably jaded; still had that little bit of belief in the impossible.

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image: Velvetine ‘Steven’ handbag

Reading Dana Thomas’ Deluxe: How Luxury Lost Its Lustre, has opened my eyes to the state of luxury in our day and age. It’s practically on death row. I won’t regurgitate Thomas’ extensive coverage on everything from Louis Vuitton to Coach but I will recommend that every fashion-whore read it before slavishly purchasing the latest ‘It’ bag with next month’s salary. The book shores up the stalwart adage that fashion has absolutely nothing to do with style.

Last year I was introduced to the French handbag company, Velvetine, designed by Anne Cecile Couetil. The leather is sourced from a family-owned factory in Italy; the bags are then produced in Paris and Portugal. I first saw her bags at Zane Aburaneh’s store on Queen West, A2Zane – one of two retailers to sell Velvetine in all of Canada. This year, I think it’s time I invested in one of her gorgeous pieces.

The Steven bag is my favourite. It’s like a PS1 without the drama – and that my friends, is a very good thing.

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