It looks spiky, but it’s not, because it’s like a leaf, see – it just looks jaggedy – but it’s probably really soft, because it’s expensive and quite pretty. And it’s called Eve, because she was the first woman and she lived in a garden (leaves! trees!) and she ate a bad apple. We get it. It won’t hurt you. It’s a shoe. Not a snake.
Wedges are for cool people.
Wedges with a bit of wedge missing are for cool people who know how to Mega Balance.
“Dennis you hot MOTHER!!
Put me on your face and WEAR ME!!!”
Dear God, If I can’t be Danish in my next life, please just make me rich enough that I don’t have to fly Ryan Air.
We’re swapping cigarettes and coffee for Vibskov and fisk.
If I can’t take a young Dane for a lover, I’ll take Celine for a mistress instead
You should probably know that we only wear jewellery that reflects our state of mind.
Today, for example, you should be wary of our unpredictable edges and extreme highs and lows.
Never underestimate us.
Horrockses Fashions: Off the peg style in the ’40s and ’50s , is on at the Fashion and Textile Museum in London until October 2010. While we’ll maintain that we’re more Joan than Betty, we’re not adverse to admiring a good circle skirt and all-over floral print. These are clothes to mix Martinis in.
No Talitha Getty, no opium, no kaftans, no sex parties, and most certainly no Karl. But still the most beautiful fall in Marrakesh.
Monday: Lunch with Karl – I can’t finish all my lemon soup so we share, and talk about the best way to kill an Eskimo. I don’t need carbs when I’m with Karl.
Tuesday: Madame Bruni calls – always got trouble with the garçon that one. I tell her what I tell all my girls – get some Dior, write some folk songs and chill the eff out.
Wednesday: I call in to Le Marais, and drink Remy Martin at La Perle and smoke at least neuf Gauloises before I realise I have to rush off for a fitting on Avenue Montaigne. Monsieur Galliano hates me to be late.
Thursday: Life is fabulous and exhausting today. I wear three new dresses and change my shoes twice. I smoke cigarettes on the terrace of the George V and drink aperitifs with Pierre and Jean-Luc. I dance at Le Baron, kiss pretty garçons and all before midnight. Jean-Luc wants to take me home…it’s so soon…and then I ask myself, what would Karl do in this situation?
Friday: Jean-Luc leaves before dawn and a day of pleasantness and relaxation ensues. I drink eau mineral and think only nice thoughts; Sonia Rykiel stripes, Le Tour Eiffel, new shoes and pain aux raisins. Later, I skip through the flea market at Vanves, cigarette in-hand, buying pretty embroideries and swathes of toile de jouy.
Saturday: I wake early and take petit dejeuner on the bank of the river – trois Gauloises, and a café noir. I wear a beret and a book and my black dress with the black bow and I channel Chanel.
Sunday: A morning spent brushing the cat is a morning well spent. Afternoon tea is spent at Laduree where Karl and I eat only lilac food. Jean-Luc calls, twice, but I decline to answer. This girl is busy.
Jesus was too busy to see us, we watched men in speedos shop for groceries and we drank champagne at the copacabana palace. Then it was time to go home.
How to make the perfect Caipirinha
* 1 lime cut in quarters
* sugar to taste
* 6 tablespoons of Cachaca
* crushed ice
* ipanema beach
A bag for the return of the simple days; when all you need is a biro in your pocket, the sun on your back and a spring in your step. And £1,250 in the bank.
We were lucky enough to attend the preview of the Grace Kelly exhibition at the V&A this morning (it opens this weekend)…and while we KNOW a 20-inch waist is nigh-on impossible to achieve, and we really should not condone it…. those dresses did look damn good.
Be sure to pay the exhibition a visit for a lovely lesson in Dressing Lady.
…and a room for every princess, like Top Princess Trumps.
Our favourite was Margaret, cigarettes and alcohol, low-rent gangsters and holidays on Mustique. ..Surely that’s what princesses were invented for?
But pity for poor Peter, the feral child kept as a pet…
Yes, this looks like something we’d like to think we can make ourselves…but clearly we’ll never get round to it. Thank god someone else could be bothered.
We really want these pretty paper lashes by Paperself , so that we can look all delicate and interesting, and people will come up to us in bars and say, “whoah, those are great eyelashes, are they your own?” and we’ll say, “yeah, took me ages.”
It was true, the hairband had changed things for her; she’d never known what to do with all that fringe before.
It also made for a fine pipe shelf.
If we can’t be Annie Oakley, we’ll just be Ali Forbes and have one of these please.
Ride it like you stole it. Wear it like Roy Rogers. Sing it like Gene Autry.
Buy this book, change your life.
Adding to the never-ending list of Things We Want: Jana Keller’s knotted leather cuffs.
Everything she designs under her Royal Blush label is created using vegetable-tanned leather, and is inspired by the Swiss Alps. Kind of like Toblerone, only COOL.
Where did it all go wrong? We were having such fun. It was all so fun
You must remember the parties? Oh, the parties Everyone was there.
I let you flirt with all those other girls; I was happy to share you with Alexa, for a while at least, and OK yes it did really fucking hurt when I saw you with Peaches but I could get over it, because I always knew youd come back to me eventually.
We had our good times. Remember that autumn of 2008? Those crazy days where we dressed like Pagans and hung out at the witch museum? You taught me it was socially acceptable to crimp my hair; you said it was OK if I wanted to wear a party dress even though I was only staying in to brush the cat.
Sure, there was that difficult patch this spring; but I thought we were coming through the other side of it? I should have known then things would never be the same again. When you started to say it was OK for grown-ups to wear bows in their hair I should have taken that as a sign.
I should have known it couldnt last forever.
