Showing posts with label Articles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Articles. Show all posts

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Dior Sans Galliano

So, it seems Dior has officially sacked their creative director. What next? I honestly can't imagine Dior without Galliano, as he's been their 15 years and is largely responsible for the resurrection of the House of Dior. Now on one side I understand their position, but I'm not entirely sure things should have gone this way.
Fashionologie posted a very interesting article here.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Cavalli's 40th

Style.com posted a short but interesting article on Robert Cavalli and his forty years in fashion. Take a look here.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Style Crush: Zoe Saldana

Honestly, what's not to love about this girl? She's a talented actress, a gorgeous woman, and a fashion queen. I'm always looking out for her at different events, beacuse I know that no matter the tenor of the event she's attending, Zoe Saldana will always be picture perfect.
Trying to show every look I like would be too much for just one post, so I'll do my best to illustrate the showstoppers.

At the London Premeire of Avart she was a total knockout in RM by Rolan Muoret. The dress is so decliously structured and incredibly perfect I think I'll run out of superlatives in this post. Everything in this look, hair, makeup, jewely, and frock work together to give us one of her best looks. And they've all been good.

This is THE showstopper of the year. I have LOVED this Givenchy work of art since I saw it. Zoe is of course the perfect candidate to do justice to Riccardo Tisci and his brilliance.

Her she is at the Met Costume Gala in Calvin Klein...wow. This gown is so understated but so intricate at the same time. The color compliments her skin tone to perfection, and the stones embeded throughout the gown offer the needed piazz. I love the simplicity of her hair and the single gold cuff.

Zoe shows how the LBD is meant to be worn in this Vionnet masterpiece. With style, grace, and a touch of quirkiness. I love the total black nature of this look which so offsets the pop of red on her lips. Also, I ADORE the soft braided updo.

In other words, Zoe Saldana, you are one of my fashion royalties, I don't know how you do it, but you do it. And that's all that counts. Please never stop.

Monday, August 23, 2010

Style Crush: Dasha Zhukova


Dasha Zhukova is another super stylish, super young, super cultured, super cool, young Russian entrepreneur and socialite. Sports fans might know her as just the ex-girlfriend of former tennis ace Marat Safin, or the current girlfriend of Roman Abramovich (the owner of Chelsea Football Club). However, most of us girls have her and her brand, Kova and T., to thank for the advent of leather leggings.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Angelina Jolie: The Sound of Redemption.

Angelina Jolie started the "Salt" promotional tour in North America, looking great, though wearing black. She then had a real downfall of style during the Asian leg of the tour, and returned to stunning best here in Europe.
She surprized me by wearing color, and not her much favoured black. After having "Hummed" at her a few posts ago, this acknowlegdement is in order.
I can't wait to see what else she'll bring us before the end of this tour.


Berlin Photocall: Elie Saab and not a stitch of makeup.


Paris Premiere: Pamella Roland frock and Ferragamo pumps.



Los Angeles Premiere: Emporio Armani



London Premiere: Amanda Wakeley

Moscow Premiere: Atelier Versace

Thursday, August 12, 2010

The Truth about Kickass Jewellery



How many times have you had a mediocre outfit taken up a notch by adding some great jewellery? I know I have more times than I care to count. It's so much easier to throw on a skinny jean-simple -tee-all-black-ensemble and clip on a great necklace and an arsenal of wicked braclets to turn the tables. So much easier than worrying about a great outfit from scratch while you should already be out the door.
Dior makes the kind of rings girls could kill for, and posses all the prerequisites to being every fashionista's dream. The pop of color it lends your ensembles, the exellcent attention for detail, the extraordinary design...

I'm a natural born sucker for all things mythological, and a develping sucker for all things Lanvin, this craftmanship HAD to be in my tops. I mean, just look at it, you don't get any grander. If I owned a crazy, chunky, to-die-for Medusa necklace I'd throw it on everything, even Pj's.

I can imagine this Lanvin masterpiece over about a gazillion different basic-what-would-be-blah-outfits-without-it. A fitted sheath dress, skinny jeans and white shirt, a simple LBD...you name it, she'll jazz it up.



Thank you, gods of jewellery, for saving us from boring outfits.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Valentina Lisitsa

Valentina Lisitsa is a recent discovery for me, but I'm already enthusastic about her piano-playing. Okay, I admit that the very first video I saw of her, in which she was playing Fur Elise, I was slightly unsure of the correct opinion to entertain. She delivered a brilliant performance, no arguing that, the dynamics were marvelous, perfect legatos, and plenty of feeling. If I closed my eyes and just listened, than she delivered one of the best executions out there. But there was something with the way she sat, so hunched, moving so much, that bothered me. Hence the confusion.
Many Rachmainoff and some Beethoven concertos later, the scale tipped all the way and I became a huge fan. With a talent as huge as hers minor things like posture don't matter.
That woman has a handle on Rachmainoff like few other pianists. When she plays "Little Red Riding Hood", it's almost like the wolf is chasing you too. She's also absolutly great with Beethoven, but there she has Daniel Barenboim to contend with.
So if you don't know who she is, run here, like now, and pay attention.
This is the real shit.

Friday, January 30, 2009

The Story Of Greedy And Pok-Pok

Yes well, we have two new pets, their names are Greedy and Pok-Pok...and, well, they're chickens. Or better yet, we had two new pets, until they escaped from rehab this morning, a.k.a. our empty swiming pool. But we're not worried, Greedy and Pok-Pok are stuipid, they'll come back. They've done it before, like the time I chaught them in the house and beat the cacca out of them (I mean literally), they still came back.
You see, Greedy and Pok-Pok seem to be wild chickens.
We don't know that for sure, but they have been invading our garden for the past months and apparently the whole neighborhood too. Harahumph!
So yeseterday morning, I walk into the kitchen and Eman's like, "We chaught the chickens we chaught the chickens!"
I was like "whatever", till Jordan told me the same thing, and I saw Greedy and Pok-Pok in a box right there in the kitchen. Oh yay! Now we have chickens and cats!
They were christend by Eman a few hours later, who seems to have taken onto himself the role of Godfather. Greedy is short and fat, Pok-Pok is tall and skinny and like's jumping (if you go on Mishu's blog, we have viedo footage). we keept them in the box all day and feed them a few crusts of bread until throwing them in the pool for bedtime and exercise.
And well, this morning they were gone.
But they'll be back.
Greedy is always hungry.
P.S. True story.

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Adventures!

Well, Ozie went training today (mind you, she's a very talented gymnast, but that's not my point). And well, of course, when it's time to pick her up, our only car still at home decides to give up the ghost. Not cool. How's she gonna get home?
But hakuna matata, brilliant ideas are forthcoming!!!
Esy will take the bike and go to her training place to pick her up!
Ummm...I guess if it's for poor Ozie, stuck out there all alone. Yep, I pick up the bike, all bundled up against the night wind, and set out on my quest.
So everything's fine just about to the moment when I'm almost in town, and then...ring, ring!
Me: Hello?
Non-identifed home member: Hey Esy, you can come home, Ozie's trainer is gonna take her back.
Me: What???
Non-identified home member: Umm yeah. You heard me right?
Me: But I just got here!
Non-identifed home member: Oh, well, you'll just have to...
Me: Click.
Beep, beep, beep.

Yes, I hung up on them, as pissed as I was, and turned my bike around in a huff, and began the treak upwards. (It's no small distance, those of you who've been here know.) And unfourtunately, I am not at all used to biking, I'm just fine with walking, but not biking, so ow. And the effect was enhanced by the fact that I was on an undersized bike with no air in the tires.
But I made it home.
Talking to yourself helps.
I have a sudden urge to accquire books, by whatever means possible. Anybody up for a belated Christmas gift??

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

What if Bible characters keept blogs?

Absolutely brilliant piece of work, I couldn't stop laughing....here goes. (no, as much as I would wish it, I didn't write this)

Most prominent Bible characters had pretty crazy lives; a day in the life of, say, one of the twelve disciples, was probably far more exciting than a day in mine - yet I'm the one blogging on my personal journal about what I ate for breakfast or what time I went to bed. Can you imagine Peter's blog if he'd been able to keep one? Maybe it'd go something like this:

Me and my big mouth
Note to self #47: Do not call Jesus out when he predicts his death. Yeah, he did it again...but this time, when I told him to chill out, he looked me straight in the eye and said, "Satan get behind me!" Satan?!?! Uh...geez...my bad.....

If Bible characters used blogs, whose would you read?

(I'd subscribe to Joseph's: "Potiphar's wife keeps staring at my six-pack. Awkwaaard.")

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

I'm still alive....

Yep.
Gosh you have no idea of what happened today. If I thought the journey to Los Belones was bad.....I take it all back. Gee I thought I was gonna die.
But let's start from the beginning. I took the bus from Cartagena to Valencia at 4:15 pm this afternoon. I reached my destination four hours later, very overjoyed to be back home...well, almost home.
I wait 20 minutes, nobody shows up. Well, nothing to worry about. You can't expect someone to be there so soon right? I wait another 20 minutes, still nobody. The minutes become hours.
Three and a half, to be precise. I try calling home repeatedly, but the number I was given is wrong, there's only some yucky rude lady on the other end who hangs up on me unceremoniously and shatters hopes to bits in the process. The meager amount of five euro my dad handed me on a last minute impulse--seeing I had nothing, and I mean NOTHING on me(wasn't my fault, nobody gave me anything)--are quickly spent on the evil pay phone that gives no change.
Finally my mom shows up. Man am I glad when she does!
Apprently, people had forgotten to comunicate my voyage to each other. Not so nice.
But I'm still alive....right?
Although during that seemingly never-ending wait I did sceam out in my brain more than once: "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!!!"

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Banana Leaf Wood

It came to me during lunch. The brilliant idea that will make me rich.
It all started when my daddy decides to make me try and figure out from what wood our little fish-shaped hot pad is made. Of course, being me, I said "Banana wood!" And of course it turns out to be bamboo wood.
But no matter.
What really does matter is that our little fishy all of a sudden became my shinning beacon of inspiration as it aided me in cooking up my genius plan. So everyone prepare for.....(drumroll)....
BANANA LEAF WOOD!!!!!
It actually makes sense, you know. If people can take wood shavings and press them back together to make "wood" and then sell them to you as kitchens, why can't I do that with banana leafs? I'll take the yellow ones-so they look more like wood and I don't damage the tree-press them, shape them, and there you have it! Plus, I'm accomplishing a great environmental endeavor over here. Can't you just see the newspaper headlines?
"STUPENDOUS BANANA LEAF WOOD STOPS DEFORESTATION" etc. etc.
See, I told you so. You wish now you had thought of this first.
So am I cool or am I not cool.
Toodles.