Ah, the chubby.
Giles AW11 Katie Grand in the D&G beast An unknown vintage Mongolian wool number
I do like a bit of neon, particularly when it manifests itself as knitwear. This slightly disgusting Primark cardigan – complete with bejeweled buttons – will be worn this summer with THE Whistles Carrie skirt for a look that will hopefully be more Christoper Kane/Princess Margaret/Acid, less Princess Tiaamii’s birthday outfit.
Betty Jackson was my first show of LFW, thanks to my buds at Toni&Guy. It was my first IRL Betty Jackson show and I’m not suggesting anything, but it was definitely the best show of hers I’ve ever seen. I just have that effect on people.
I love the big red nubby jackets, the black dress on the middle row – which was faux fur with huge bows on it!!!!!!, and the red silk flowers woven through the hair. Speaking of hair, the look was inspired by Patti Smith so… pretty much perfect.
Other notables; cream rubber tights (Betty! Is that you?), cream rocking horse wedges, and drop waists which actually look doable.
So, for the third season in a row I want just about everything from the {Topshop} Unique collection. Some may scoff at the 101 Dalmations theme but it’s all good with me; Dodie Smith, furry bits, funny hair – what’s not to love? The first coat with dalmatian sleeves, want. The amount of editors with the mac/leather hybrid this season was incredible – a furry version is surely the next logical step. The furry Prada-esque scarf, want. The cocktail dresses, the thirties blouses, the woolly overcoats, the big fucking furry sleeves which we’re seeing EVERYWHERE… want it all.
Although I do agree with Silvio that the dog nose makeup borders a little on;
I know a lot of people resent the use of the word ‘sick’ as an adjective, but upon seeing the latest additions to Christopher Kane’s nebula collection I can’t help but describe them as siiiiiiiiick. Featuring his trademark all over prints, the range of t-shirts and hoodies have just been released and are now available at Restir.com for budget prices around about the £500 mark.
Sick.
Via Hypbeast
* I saw Daphne Guinness so many times this weekend. As a lifelong fangirl, it was a dream come true. The second picture is when she tried and failed to hail a cab for about ten minutes. Then I got on the faithful 171 and left her still trying to get one.
** The Savoy. Every bit as spectacular as I hoped.
*** Silvio and I had a little pit-stop at the newly opened London branch of Bill’s. Considering I’ve never got in to the Brighton branch as it’s always so busy, it was neat. Then I went to the British Museum.
**** Margaret Howell and Temperley.
***** More Temperley, which I thought was the best finale, until Meadham Kirchoff happened.
Fellow 1920s geeks will be aware of the Dolly sisters – a set of dashing Hungarian twins who beguiled bright young London with their vaudeville act.
Rosika (Rose) and Jansci (Jenny) Deutsch were born in 1892, emigrating to the US at the turn of the century. They performed from a young age, and were soon signed up to the famous Ziegfeld Follies, touring Europe’s dancehalls and theatres, and even starring in films. The sisters were also prolific gamblers, making millions in casinos across the continent – most of which was spent on jewellery.
As with most famous flappers of the era, the twins had numerous high-profile love affairs, including a particularly well-publicised ménage-a-trois of a relationship with Harry Selfridge, propetier of the department store of the same name.
Now, the point of this post. Selfridges is relaunching its basement cafe next month, rebranded as Dolly’s – after the sisters. The area is currently boarded off with hoarding depicting the sisters at the height of their fame, with the legend ‘tea for two’ festooned everywhere in a suitably deco font.
It opens in early March, this much I know. I shall update hopefully with more soon…