Monday, 24 November 2014

La montre

As I stepped into the impossibly chic candlelit apartment on rue de Varenne, where a beautiful assortment of painfully cool models, musicians and architects, as well as the world's glossiest journalists, had gathered to celebrate the launch of Isabel Marant's latest it-ccessory, I could not help but wonder what it might feel like to always get things so right.

For her first foray into the world of timekeeping, the Parisian designer imagined a super-sleek, super-discrete watch. The classic style, pictured above, is in fact the replica of her late father's slim-lined timepiece. Soberly dubbed 'La montre', of which 1000 only will be available, it encompasses everything the Marant-girl stands for: timeless, androgynous, with a large dollop of that famous oh-so-French attitude. 

And it was not just the celebrated piece that seemed to receive the general seal of approval. The dinner itselfan ode to Thanksgiving with a French twist by acclaimed chef Bruno Verjuslasted well into the night.

And when the time came to leave, we all pulled our sleeve (attendees had all followed the tacit dress-code that comes with the territory: oversized knitwear paired with loose-fit pants, and a mini or two) over the faces of our new clock, and headed chez Castel to dance the rest of the night away. 

Ph. Saskia Lawaks for VOGUE Paris

Many thanks to Isabel Marant, KCD Paris and NET-A-PORTER for having me.


Fringe fanatacism

On my mind, all day, erry' day: the frayed stuff that gives your everyday staples a cowboy-in-the-city attitude. Top of my wish list, this updated take on the classic PS1, which never made it to my closet in its conventional form. 


Thursday, 20 November 2014

Punk patisserie

Ah, Paris! Land of the best-dressed and the best bread. Home to capital-F fashion and capital-F food. It's good to be back! And what better way to celebrate my week-long parisienne status than with the announcement that one of my all-time favourite brands has finally launched it's own e-shop

That's right, Sandro, the label I would obsess over, save up for, and parade in during my entire high school years; a label that has remained a favoured wardrobe filler after all this time, is finally shoppable from the comfort of your couch. Hallelujah! 

And just in time to add some Fall-Winter staples into our sartorially hungry lives. Case in point: a biker jacket in leather softer than butter. The perfect patisserie for the punk-rock girl who likes to indulge. Yum. 


Monday, 17 November 2014

I've been Coveteur-ed!

After months of to-ing and fro-ing, a million emails and enough cross-cultural banter to have me considering a move to Canada (seriously, the funniest peeps!), the lovely folks at The Coveteur dropped by my place to scatter a few of my belongings around the house. Click here for the full story that we shot in the throes of Paris Fashion Week, on a sunny indian summer day.