The Metropolitan Museum of Art kicked off this year’s exhibition: “Rei Kawakubo/Comme des Garçons: Art of the In-Between” with the eagerly anticipated Met Gala and boy oh boy, where do we start? As former art students meet current fashion design student meets a once-upon-a-time goth, we are only too appreciative of fashion = art. And the point of sticking and committing to a theme. This year, maybe by trying too hard
In the words of Maeve, “fashion police, assemble!” Ah yes, it’s that time of the year again, just when we’re down in the dumps, deep in post-holiday January blues and with resolutions failing fast, we can finally pass judgement on those privileged enough to walk the red carpet. No shame here folks, we will ‘ooh’, ‘aah’ and ‘nah’ all we want. While the Golden Globe Awards are considered by many
Prepare yourself for an onslaught of Harley Quinn’s this Halloween. To be fair, it’s a pretty cool costume. I cannot go as Mia Wallace. Again. By far the most comfortable costume ever, that wig has been used too many times (Cleopatra, Amélie, Coco Chanel…it was money well spent) and I no longer have a partner in crime, nothing to worry about, just my Vincent Vega has cut his hair. I’ve had
From baltic to balmy. Well, we asked for summer and we got it. Albeit in one day. The humidity is getting to us. Monica, we feel you. Staying cool and maintaining an emblem of chic is proving to be difficult given these soaring temperatures. It’s all well and good when you’re on holiday, poolside with a mojito and surrounded by strangers, it’s a different ball game when you are trying
When they’re not strutting down the runway, models are just like us. Um, no, not at all actually, but they do prefer to trade couture for laid-back looks when off-duty. So, next time you are having one of those mornings, you know the sort, you’re late, you’ve absolutely nothing to wear, the wardrobe is so crammed you just can’t see, you can’t see anything, think “off-duty-model”. It’s not rubbing salt
Ah, jeez. Here we go again being remarkably hard to please. Sigh. While many an A-lister, and Heidi Klum, strut their stuff at the 73rd Golden Globe Awards, only a few good women stood out against a fairly mediocre red carpet. Not for lack of trying mind you. It’s just all a little… “Meh”. Maybe it’s because it’s January. Let’s face it; nothing looks good in January except Leonardo DiCaprio’s face.
If, like us, you are obsessed with Into the Gloss and in particular, The Top Shelf (where celebrities spill their beauty secrets and sometimes, we get a creepy sneak peek into their bathroom cabinet) you will have noticed that the so-called ‘game changer’ Clarisonic features beaucoup. For those of you who have been living under a rock, the Clarisonic is a fancy face brush. It cleanses, exfoliates, polishes and tightens
Clarins and I are pretty tight. It would take a lot to break us up. Instant Smooth Perfecting Touch is the best thing next to a toastie. Catherine doesn’t like Clarins. Too heavy. Margaret loves Chanel like Kanye loves Kanye. Smashbox had never entered the Harrison scene… until now. I discovered – courtesy of Maggie – the wonders of Smashbox L.A Lights Blendable Lip & Cheek Color and so, after
“… Flying makes me nervous. I get uneasy seeing the National Guard go through my makeup case.” – Carrie Bradshaw Tell me about it. Squeezing my lotions and potions into a teeny little bag (a freezer bag no less!) for a globe trotting fashionista like me is so not chic. Once upon a time I scoffed at make-up palettes, but now, what with a shared bathroom with nada space and
My skin care regime is pretty basic. Cleanse, moisturize, and hit the hay. Pretty simple. Turns out, I was missing a trick; facial oil. Now, some of you readers may remember me simply raving about the NUXE Multi-Purpose Dry Oil and its true – I can’t get enough of that stuff, but I have yet to use it on my face… Why? My oily t-zone, that’s why. It’s a nightmare.