All Gussied Up

So I’m back to the velvet underground Back to the floor that I love To a room with some lace and paper flowers Back to the gypsy that I was, to the gypsy that I was It wasn’t a reference cited by Kate and Laura Mulleavy but as their gossamer-thin shimmying and shining frocks (and yes,… Continue reading All Gussied Up

Distorted Souvenirs

Without fail every season, I make the pilgrimage to the Sacai store in Tokyo to survey the full range of Chitose Abe’s pieces because even as her ascent stockists-wise has sky rocketed, you still get a better scope in the flagship store.  These are workhorse clothes because they tend to encompass an array of silhouettes, genres,… Continue reading Distorted Souvenirs

Alt Ruffle

Kids in Paris had a right laugh during haute couture fashion week. They had a bright fuschia pink and a blur of an oversized floral smock to point and giggle at on the Metro.  I was mightily content though to be the laughing stocking because I had an awesome time, swishing, rustling and flapping about… Continue reading Alt Ruffle

Forever Fortuny

I often wonder about the concept of “forever” clothes.  What are the things in my wardrobe that will stand the test of time and be considered to have cultural (and perhaps monetary) worth and be thought of as valuable further down the line when no doubt, should I have children, they’ll probably want to get… Continue reading Forever Fortuny