Chanel SS13 and a forest of wind turbines at the Grand Palais

Now would you just look at that bag.

Chanel Spring-Summer ’13 Paris Fashion Week;

This might be yesterday’s news but seeing as today is Halloween and I’ve already painted my face with cupcake icing and dressed up as a Fashion Blogger, I might as well do the dance too. It so happens that a folder full of unedited photos from the Chanel SS13 show has been haunting me for the past month, and this might actually be the only time I can share before we’re onto a whole other season/collection so far from the ‘now’ (which may or may not cause my brain implode). It was such a beautiful show, words (well, mine at least) really can’t describe the grandeur of the setting. No profound ‘eco-friendly’ message as the wind turbines might suggest, but the underlying theme was fresh air, the sense of clean and refreshing breeze cutting through a thick summer day, which was apparently how the collection came to Lagerfeld this summer. Shorter hems, oversized breezy, strapless, and perfect circles (lucite brim boaters and pearls everywhere) – plus I’m hoping the hula-hoops detach from the bag so it completes the playfulness in lego-shaped accessories.

Hope you’re having a fun Hallowe’en, don’t forget to leave a nice drunk comment when you’re home, you know how much I love hearing from you!

Chanel AW12, Grand Palais, Paris

Chanel Fall 2012 show, Grand Palais, Paris

The clear glass sand crunch under my feet and my head jolts down to see I’ve passed through the gates (of fashion security, that is) and stepped into the legendary show venue of Chanel. My eyes are drawn up to marvel at the majestic copper-green cage of the Grand Palais, then slide down along the watery purple gradient walls. At the floor a maze of mineral stalagmites create an ambience of hidden power and cryptic weakness; even the white-painted seats look like crystalline overgrowth. Fortress of Solitude? Perhaps, but the fervid show-goer traffic outside seems to disagree, surely Superman would’ve ensured it better hidden.  The stage slowly drains of organic writhing as the audience settle in their hand-labelled seats, and just before the music there is an eerie moment of calm.
The collection trickles out, jewel-encrusted eyebrows and slick ponytails bobbing atop rocky textures - bouclé and heavy wool coats, layered in the most ‘un-Chanel’ like manner (if such manner even exist anymore, as Karl systematically breaks all boundaries each season) one that rewrites Paris street fashion when it involves bare legs. Crystal encrusted sleeves finish a scratchy graphite bouclé jacket,  layered on petrol-slick gathered chiffon… and little boy bags, some painted to resemble guts of agate stones. The shoes too are super-natural, half boot-half mary janes, with transparent stalagmites for heels. Chanel is magic, that has been an undeniable fact since Coco herself sat at the mirrored steps on 31 Rue Cambon and orchestrated her collections, but to be present at a show has truly been a taste of the sorcery behind the designs and philosophy.

Thank you Sarah for being so accommodating even at such late notice.

The Printemps, putting the ‘cha-cha’ in ‘enchanting’

Karl, fashionably late (to my tummy’s demise)

Cocktails at Laudree Salon de Thé

Cable-knit Sweater – Gladys & Pixie, Ribboned Dress - Alexander Wang (both loan from START London thanks to Farfetch), Shoes – Pierre Hardy for Gap, Clutch – c/o Chanel

If you ever find yourself in Paris this coming holiday season, particularly near the Printemps, and happen to spot a rather large foundation smear on one of their windows…that’s me. The next window should have Carrie‘s smear, with a bit of her signature red lipstick smudged in, of course. Chanel is taking over the world, one window display – one mini Karl doll at a time. It’s pretty obvious by now that it doesn’t take much to coax me to go to Paris; in fact, isn’t ‘coax’ too strong a word, a whisper of allons-y would do. So I made my way down to Paris, barely having read the invitation from the Printemps, just the few words: Chanel, Paris, Laduree… who knew Karl was in the small-print? I’d say silver lining but 1) the trip was magical, and 2) I shan’t make jokes about his hair. Nah, I might enjoy the diva facade and not read invitations but when I got to the bit about cocktails with Karl, I kind of blanked out, then called Farfetch to see if I could borrow an appropriate outfit from one of their boutique partners.  That cocktail didn’t happen, but Carrie and I had a ball anyway, pressing our faces against the glass hoping maybe we could pull a Harry Potter zoo trick and end up inside the window.

Thank you Ykone & Printemps for having us!

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Clueless; Screencaps courtesy of Leave Me the White

Clueless is the perfect entertainment while finger dancing through mohair and needles, sloshing down gallons of English Breakfast tea despite it’s waay past breakfast (peeing like Seabiscuit). I noticed that despite the movie being filmed in 1995, Cher’s costume is all so timeless. The sheer shirts reminded me of Karl Lagerfeld’s masterful use of sheer in his collections, repeatedly throughout numerous seasons.

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Karl Lagerfeld A/W09, S/S08 – through style.com

I’ve purchased some black silk chiffon from Clothhouse the other day and was wondering what to do with it until I bumped into this. I’ve ordered white silk chiffon as well through ebay (buy here) too for some white sheer ‘pants’. Can’t wait to complain that sewing chiffon is indeed hell in a tanningbooth.

I’ll be adding answers to 4 questions per post from tomorrow onwards so that you won’t have to read through the whole thing at once. They’ll be gradually added onto the Q&A (originally FAQ) page on the right, just CTRL+F to find your name and the question you asked! Thanks again for the brilliant questions, I really love this interactive atmosphere.