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Camille Over the Rainbow

Nobody puts Polo in the cornerMonday, April 23 2018

 

A timeless excuse for Monica and I to run around our two fav cities decked head to toe in this forever-loved heritage brand: to celebrate the 5oth anniversary of Polo Ralph Lauren’s ever classic mesh polo. We love you PRL, thank you ever so much for letting us take over your festivities and host some of London and Paris’ finest folk!

 

 

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Credits

Video by Monica Urquijo Zobel; Music by Mathis Meyer --- In partnership with Polo Ralph Lauren

Coach & Keith sitting in a tree…Friday, April 6 2018

 

 

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Coach and Keith sitting in a tree…

Little faceless guys running on walls, intertwining and supporting one another; one can almost sense their agitation…

We are in Keith Haring’s world. Or rather, we are wearing Coach’s homage to New York City and one of its most important street artists.

**Why am I talking about myself in the third person again? “Art is for everybody”, as the late Haring once famously said, so no need to be pedantic here. And since there is nobody else that is youer than you (another quote, this time by his — and my — personal fav, Dr. Seuss), I should stop we-ing you and just be me.

And although this « me » isn’t always one to don so much glitter, she is happy to make an exception when said glitter comes with pop-art heritage and sparkly deeper meaning. Although simple and cartoonish, Keith Haring’s drawings were highly symbolic and imbued with deep political meaning, tackling issues pertaining to race, sexuality, class, and drug culture. His bold illustrations gained notoriety through his playful bold graffiti in subway stations and translated into becoming positive notions of social change and fighting injustice. As his legacy shines bright through these funky Coach designs, the combination of his evocative work mixed alongside the American house’s leather craft seems to celebrate all the optimism of the big apple.

Eighties nostalgia done right!

In fact, these pieces are the perfect conversation starter with bold emblems juxtaposed against unexpected material choices of sequins, lace and, jersey playing nods to those days.
When was the last time a sequin had so much to say for itself?

Thought so!

#CoachCreateThursday, November 30 2017

It’s been a while, loyal arc-en-ciel dwellers. What can I say, life in the fast lane takes you places faster that you can utter the words ‘World Wide Web’, and before you know it, months have gone by without a little gander on this side of the rainbow. But we are still playing ahead of the curve over here.

Here’s the latest: Coach invited me to their colourful flagship store to taste their popular Craftmanship Bar. Just like everyone else, I’m basically a sucker for all things personalised; especially when it involves delicious leathers and emojis galore.

I was invited to select a bag out of their three iconic styles –‘The Dinky’, ‘The Saddle’ and ‘The Clutch’ — and customise it by adding tea roses, rivets, charms, emoji stamps… You name it, I *almost* added it. In the end though, I went instead with a cheeky metaphor, that serves to remind me about an upcoming trip to Tulum and the need for less junk food and more potassium in this not-so-finely engine, if I am to wow seagulls and local algae. That, plus a weekly trip to Bodyism should do the trick.

Now, let me here you say BA-NA-NAS…

A few details

1- Customising: Choose your iconic Coach bag, its details, the colors, the placement et voilà!

2- Personalising: Monogram your bag with letters, numbers or even with colorful and fun emoji stamps.

3- Souvenir pins: Funky charms and Coach’s signature ‘Tea Rose’ embellishment will make your bag even cooler.

4- Rivets and Stones: Handmade shiny shinies for extra glam.

Credits

Wearing: Michael Kors Blazer; Shrimps bag; Mango skirt; Mango boots. In partnership with Coach. 

I Kane see youThursday, September 28 2017

Spotlight on the one and only Chris K and his most NARSissistic friend.

Christopher Kane‘s second capsule for Nars (his first presented a palette of pretty vibrant colors), is much softer this season: six glitter-infused colours that will make you look as fresh as the model walking his SS18 show at the Tate last week. My favourite is golden rust, its glowing hue so rich it livens my tired fashion month gaze.

 Kane you see what I see?

Come rain or shine, why be the rain when you can shine…

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Credits

Earring: Anissa Kermiche | Backstage Photos: British Vogue Find Christopher Kane x Nars here.

PFW 17 – The Final StretchThursday, March 9 2017

And then there was Paris.

Always last; never least. It’s the week I look forward to the most, year after year, season after season. Partly because le fashion is just better here (#pardonmyFrench), but also because I get to come home and see all my nearest and dearest, in between all the hectic show-hopping and showroom-stopping.

Just as well, then, as the City of Lights tested our endurance in more ways than one. Throwing a few curveballs straight at our permanently behind-shades faces (remember, it’s now week 4, and we’re running pretty low on both sleep and Touche Éclat). Truly, it was like the 12 Labours of Hercules—only with more layers and less deaths (though if looks could kill, there would be a hella lot of fashionistas behind bars, corroborating FW17’s claim that orange is, de facto, the new black…).

Labour 1:  sink or swim

So the weather was nice for approx 45 minutes in the afternoon on the first Saturday. Other than that, you would be forgiven for thinking that higher authorities were trying to hold the shows underwater. Betcha that would get a lot of likes. And, tragically, a one-shot-insta-wonder seems like most fashion house’s only concern nowadays. Disguising a bad collection with an ostentatious show seems like the norm. Le sigh. Long of the short of it, we were all very wet, all of the time. On the plus side, the must-have coat of the season was also the warmest. And if Aalto and Balenciaga are anything to go by, the fashion set will continue to be down with puffers for the foreseeable. Or you could get a crystallised Anne-Sofie Madsen trench, if you’re looking to stand out.

Labour 2: march on (just not in front of the Trocadero please) 

The French love a good demonstration. I spent most of my law school years fighting my way into class as protestors barricaded  the university and prevented us from attending mandatory lectures to get their point across. Trying to attend shows while the country is in the run-up to an election felt reminiscent of those days. And while I’m the first to applaud our generation’s lack of apathy for such serious matters, it was bloody inconvenient. Le eye roll. 

Labour 3: food fomo

All those baguettes, no time to eat. Nuff said. Le stomach rumble.

Labour 4: je n’aime rien, je suis parisien

Per usual, the locals (a demographic to which I belong) were not all that welcoming to the try-hard fashion tribe descending upon the fashion capital. Now I’m allowed to say this, because I am French born and bred, but everyone needs to lighten up a bit. I would suggest sprinkling your all-black outfits with Swarovski crystals, as demonstrated particularly well at Yves Saint Laurent and Wanda Nylon, whose disco silhouettes would uplift even the grumpiest Parisian. Go, on then. Give it a go. Those OTK boots were made for walking! Le sparkle. 

Labour 5: Faux policing

Each show came with its own army of bodyguards (not the sexy Kevin Costner type) and trained dogs (that you ain’t allowed to pet). After Valentino, policemen with big black guns barred the exit road because of a suspicious package on the street. Not your average fashion police, and a constant reminder that you could be blown up at any moment. Yes, am being melodramatic, and I do appreciate the lengths to which Paris is trying to keep us safe. But it may kill the IT-bag as tight passport-like control had us sticking to invites-only. Le just-saying.

Labour 6: My eyes

Balmain. Cannot be unseen. Le don’t do it to yourself. 

Labour 7: je t’aime, je t’adior 

The shoes every cool girl seemed to have, in every colourway and heel height, but that you could not seem to locate even if your life depended on it. Why does everyone seem to find their sole mate but me? First world problems at large. New year’s resolution (new year only starts after fashion month finished, obvs): must start using Bumble more or I might have to ask my next Uber driver to marry me. Le heartbreak. 

Labour 8. Cloud 9 (or having to descend from it)

What is the point of staying at your favourite hotel, in one of your favourite neighbourhoods, if you have to pull yourself out from under the plushy duvet, skip the continental breakfast buffet and run out into the rain every morning. Les Bains, you’re so cruel to be kind. Le snooze button

Labour 10: Carpal Tunnel Syndrome

 Too. Much. Instagram. Le scroll

Labour 12: Travel curse

When you have been so good about going to bed early, counting your alcohol-units to keep a level head through all the craziness, and yet you still manage to forget your (non-backed up) computer on the Eurostar home. Worst way possible to end the month. What am I going to do with myself? Le last straw.

Labour 12: See you next season.

Le winky face.

Credits

Illustrations by pun genius Angelica HicksIn partnership with the Swarovski Collective.