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So, before I go and pop a hernia on this delightfully sunny Monday morning I thought I’d best pour out my thoughts on the Celine AW 11 collection that landed in Paris yesterday. As I’m sure you already know, Ms Philo has been rocking the fashion world with her notoriously cool and achingly minimal creations: read tonal milky colour combinations, silky draped fabrics that billow in the most flattering of ways, block colours in shades that will make you pee yourself, and oversized gloriously soft handbags in the most non-discript of shapes… but with the all important perfectly clean ‘Celine’ etched in (because otherwise it might as well be from Zara). More than an obnoxiously loud 70s revival or a banana print, what Celine sends down the runway quietly influences what real women will be wearing for the season to come. Which is why I nearly popped a vein when I saw her AW11 collection on Style.com this morning…
Taking the whole seventies revival a wee bit too literally, one might argue, came this tripartite wooden cabinet creation. Literally including everything but the kitchen sink… because surely even those weren’t wood effect back then? While I might be to young to remember when this trend rocked the kasbah the first time around I think I’ll pass go on this one, because if it’s too heinous for my cupboards it doesn’t belong on my body*.
Ah, if anyone can single handedly bring back the white roll neck… This, for me, is Celine at its best. An austere, no fuss, sleek approach to dressing. Celine manages to continuously reinvent simplicity and minimalism in a way that looks decidedly familiar yet new. If this collection is anything to go by, come September we’ll all need a pair of slit ankle trousers with a vertical half stripe, pops of red, pointy tan booties, and a grown out fringe that we can sweep to the side. Well, at least the last one won’t put a dent the size of China in our bank accounts.
* how fickle is it that the 70s wooden cabinet print is already starting to grow on me? but not head to toe… well, I say that now…
First full day in my new city of Zurich and everything feels refreshingly new and so beautiful, in a way that is completely separate from England. The sun came out this afternoon and I took a walk with my best friend* down to the river and into the centre of town. We’re staying in a temporary flat for the next couple of months until we find something more permanent. Our very cool landlord, who I’ll hopefully tell you more about soon, gave us a little tour around our neighborhood this morning and there are so many places to explore. Zurich seems to be such a mash of competing ways of life… from the strictest of bankers in pinstriped suits, to the carefree girls in converse riding bikes… from the Hasidic Jews wearing incredibly high fur hats, to the boys in tracksuits eating kebabs on street corners. There is more diversity than I expected and while I’ve heard that the different groups in the city don’t mix I’m hoping this isn’t truly the case.
Just want to send out a big fat THANK YOU to everyone that has sent well wishes over Twitter, Facebook, e-mails, etc. - they have been so encouraging. Already missing everyone back home.
* and by ‘best friend’ I mean husband
Beauty 101 – Spring 2011 edition: bright lips and long lahes. Enough said.
p.s. off to Zurich in the morning… see you there.
Oh Zara, how I detest your messy shops and unhelpful staff. You’re customer service is a shocker and the amount of faulty items I’ve seen strewn across your floors could stock an Oxfam twice over. I’ve got to say though, each season you’ve got me drooling over your pieces that are painfully spot on. The quality is questionable and the fabric composition makes me sweat but when you’ve got pink trousers, orange skirts, and pleats galore I find it impossible to resist your allure. So until I’ve got the funds to afford the Prada and Marc Jacobs that I truly want, your brights and neutral pieces will keep me feeling hot.
I could easily drop a grand in Zara right now. They’ve got my spring wardrobe nailed.