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The Spring 2011 Couture shows continue on.  Designers are undoubtedly hoping to catch the eyes of glamorous, ‘rexi starlets who will don their gowns on the red carpet.  Here’s a rundown of what’s been shown.

-Karl Lagerfeld’s big collection for Chanel was somewhat lackluster.  While many of the sixties-inspired coat-dresses paired with black tights (and his trademark fingerless gloves) were awfully cute, the eveningwear he presented was kind of matronly and dowdy.   And the meshy eyemasks were complete rip-offs of the one Kirsten Dunst wore during Marie Antoinette’s masquerade party.

-Call Givenchy’s Riccardo Tisci the Mad-hatter.  Boyfriend sent some crazy, oversized headgear out with his couture collection.  While Tisci clearly still got the goth in him, showing several dark gowns (some looking a bit too much like Vampyra), ironically three of his best pieces from the show were in bright, canary yellow (one is pictured above) and unfortunately buried in the middle of the lineup.  I really would like to see Tisci (the youngest couture designer currently) succeed in this crazy couture bizness.  Methinks he could if only he would lighten up a little. Read the rest of this entry »

I will agree that far east asians have a unique and captivating sense of style, but to say that they are the best dressed in the world is an overstatement. What about the Italians, bella? An Italian once told me that even the poorest Italian dresses like a milionnaire!

The French ‘mon amie’ are innovators in both fashion and hairstyling, for instance to give a hairstyle class, French braids sounds more credible than Japanese braids! No disrespect to Japanese braids, love y’all!

Black people also have style that is envied worldwide and benchmarked upon. An article in the times had ‘From Milan, to Paris to Brixton’.

(yes it’s true the Italians are very well dressed and extremely stylish however dressing like a millionaire doesnt make you the best dresser or the most fashionable. I will stick to the Japanese cause so far they are the only ones who I feel constantly push the barriers and demonstrate that you don’t have to spend a fortune to be fashionable. They experiment and sometimes they do get it wrong, but its the fact that they are not afraid to mix and match, which for me makes them the best dressers.) Read the rest of this entry »

This unmistakably hot dress by Zac Posen from the Spring 2011 runway is available for $2,400 on style.com.

It’s remarkably the same dress, with flattering pleats on the chest and a disco print on a mid-length halter. Do me a favor, don’t use its pockets.

I have a newfound appreciation for pole dancers. It’s not as easy as it looks heaving your body around a tubular piece of metal while wearing heels.

I discovered this during a pole dancing “taster” session that my niece bought me for my birthday. Not only is it physically demanding, pole dancing also comes with hidden potential dangers such as friction burns and sore wrists. Not to mention the possibility of twisting an ankle if you don’t land correctly following a spin.

To twirl and lift your own body weight around a pole and do so with grace is a skill that I’m not going to pursue, but now appreciate in others. I joined a group of around 15 women, all in tiny shorts and heels, as I attempted to look like Kate Moss in the White Stripes video for I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself.

I can throw a few shapes thanks to my years as a dedicated clubber, but as I quickly learned, not while whizzing around a pole. While pole dancers are to be admired for their gymnastics, I cannot quite extend that admiration for their taste in Perspex shoes. Read the rest of this entry »

During the obligatory careers one-to-one offered by my school, a physics teacher doubling as advisor pushed a list of potential employment options towards me

I think it was the “girl’s list” because it had things like florist and nurse on it, but pride of place, the number one slot, went to hairdressing. When I asked about journalism, the fog grew denser. It was as though I’d asked to order “off-menu” in a café that only served spam. When she insisted we discuss something off the list, I realised there was no point pushing it.

I let her go into the details of chopping and colouring hair for a living, while I showed my indignation by staring out of the window. You see, back home in 1987, hairdressing didn’t have a glam image and was considered something girls did instead of becoming teenage mothers. Today, it’s a potential path to fame and fortune. And while I live in a one-bedroom flat, my hairdressing peers are probably swanking around palatial houses in Solihull. Read the rest of this entry »