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No.444 in a limited series- For the guy who isn’t afraid to give into his heart’s desires. He embarks on a journey to a far away land on the spur of the moment.

I am in love. Valentino continues to make me a happy handbag fan. Yes, in the past, I’ve snubbed Valentino and thought that some bags were less than impressive. Today is not that kind of day. I am highly impressed with this Valentino Glam Tote. In fact, if I had some cash saved up, I would have bought it on the spot.

Before I get started, I must say, I really wish that Bergdorf Goodman would have larger images of products they carry available. However, luckily, they do have a zoom function. This zoom function has allowed me to fall in love with this bag. If it wasn’t for that function, I probably would have passed the bag by. But instead, I was able to look at the bag a bit closer and completely admire the exquisite and intricate bead work.

This tote is comprised of nude napa leather and has double top handles. With the tote being as large as it is, I do wonder if slightly larger handles would do the bag a bit more justice, but it wouldn’t be a deal breaker for me. I wasn’t really interested in the drawstring sides, but I can let that go too. See, this bag, it is just downright gorgeous. The stripes of mini-studs and crystals intertwine splendidly. And since some of the studs and crystals happen to be on the two-layer ruffles along the front of the bag, there is a bit of movement. I can picture myself carrying this bag as I walk through a restaurant and the the light being reflected off of the studs and crystals – amazing. It typical Valentino fashion, this bag doesn’t come cheap, but like I said earlier, if I had money saved up, this bag would be mine! Buy through Bergdorf Goodman for $2690.

by
Andrea A.,
18 year old
Student

from

Madrid

A lot of people are asking me for informations about this japanese talented pianist.
This is the original music of the film “FURYO” (1983) by Ryuichi Sakamoto.
David Bowie & Ryuchi Sakamoto are featuring in this film.

Elodie Boucher, french actress at LV Show today.

I work as a Stylist
My Dress and Bag are from LV
Shoes by LOUBOUTIN
Shades by DIOR

This is my post-Paris Fashion Week schedule…

March 12: London, book signing at Foyles, 113-119 Charing Cross Rd, 5.00PM

March 13: Basel, Switzerland, Institute Fashion-Design graduation show

March 14-15: London

March 16: Berlin
March 17: Berlin, book release reception (signing & party) at Glad I never…, Zehdenicker Str. 25 (ecke Gormann Str.), 6.00PM, RSVP: reception@florafaunamedia.eu

March 18-22: Reykjavik Fashion Festival
on the 18th: book signing party at Kronkron, Laugavegi 63B, 6.00 PM
on the 19th: Facehunter party at Venue, Tryggvagata 22, midnight

March 24: Dublin, Nokia Young Fashion Designer Award 2010
March 25: Dublin, book signing at Noble & Beggarman Books, South William Street, 6.00PM

March 26: Zurich, Switzerland, Fashionslave store opening (+ maybe a book signing)

my visual diary

by
Tao T.,
23 year old
student

from

london

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Ladies and gentleman, our beloved Gossip Girl has become nothing more than a fetid, simpering parody of its former self. I’m not mad, though. Furthest thing from it. This is what we always knew that our dear little show could be – self-referential, silly, and with a dubious connection to objective reality. If I wanted to feel feelings, I’d watch Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t, so this is my favorite show. It doesn’t require me to feel anything except smarter than Serena. And also, Nate.

Without further delay, let’s talk about what happened in the first new episode since approximately the Clinton administration. Monday night’s episode was all about the people that we turn to when our normal sources of satisfaction are turning elsewhere. Somewhat surprisingly, no one turned to drugs – they all found other people. But that doesn’t mean drugs weren’t involved! Oh no, they were. They just weren’t taken by any of our Upper Easter Siders. Rather, they were stuffed into the embellishment of a particularly ugly jacket and willingly worn around by three different women that claim to care about fashion. See what I was saying about that dubious connection to reality?

Before we get into what happened, let’s review what went down before the show’s interminable break – Nate finally confessed his love to Serena and she somewhat accepted after a car wreck, Dan confessed his love to Vanessa and it totally did not go well, Chuck found a shadowy lady with an engraved locket at his father’s grave in the middle of the night, Jenny was well on her way to becoming an international drug mule, and Blair was still the only person that could talk any sense into any of these people. Oh, and Rufus is mad at Lily because he was given the letter that detailed her rendezvous with her ex-husband and baby daddy. I almost forgot about that. I don’t really care about the old people on this show.

The episode opened, of course, with Serena anticipating Nate’s return from the holidays at his grandfather’s estate and Blair encouraging her to stop being such a skank and sending him dirty text messages. Serena agrees and tells Nate that she wants to take it slow approximately seven minutes later, which is immediately followed by them having sex on the floor of Eleanor Waldorf’s apartment. Which, I guess, might be slow for Serena. She gave him a hug and had a bit of a conversation with him before she started removing his clothes, plus she also confirmed that they were, indeed, going to go on a date. We’ve all seen her do sluttier things.

Facilitating that date was another one of those silly events that requires the attendance of the majority of the cast so that they can all have their hijinks together. This time, it was a dinner for the French ambassador where we did not see a single person sit down and eat, or a table at which they might be supposed to do those things. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves – we have to figure out how the writers managed to get everyone there at the same time.

One person that did not show up was Dan. He was playing Mrs. Lonelyhearts in Brooklyn for most of the episode because of his spectacular failure to lure Vanessa, pausing briefly to tell Nate that constantly screwing Serena will screw up their relationship and inform Lily that his dad has not yet returned from whatever place he was supposed to be but really wasn’t. There was blessedly little Dan and no Vanessa in this episode, and it confirmed my suspicion that this whole show would be so much better without them. Can we send them on a trip to make a hipster documentary, from which they never return? Please?

Improbably, Nate decides that Dan must be right about his relationship advice and tells Serena that they can’t go to the ambassador’s dinner together, setting off the sort of skank rage that only someone as beautiful and rich as Serena can properly harness. And boy, does she – within minutes, she has made a date to the dance with the Belgian ambassador’s son, effectively neutralizing Nate and unwittingly screwing over her stepsister in the process.

You remember the Belgian ambassador’s son, right? He was the incognito drug dealer that Chuck introduced to Jenny to have her show him around the city, and as it turns out, he used to go to boarding school with S. She runs into him on the street on her way to get rejected by Nate, which is also immediately after he finished hatching a plan with Jenny to sneak a bunch of pills into a tightly-controlled state dinner in order to deliver them to the French ambassador’s daughter. Their brilliant idea was to fill a bunch of hollow paillettes on a jacket with the pills in powder form, which is not all that brilliant when you consider that it probably would have been easier and faster to sew pill packets into the coat’s lining. Security was tight, sure, but there weren’t drug-sniffing dogs. Just the requisite handbag peek.

But Jenny is just a schemer, not a genius, so we’ll cut her some slack, I suppose. She does, however, manage to get the pills into the party, they’re just not on her back – she gets dumped at the snap of Serena’s slutty fingers. Damian passes the fugly little coat off as a gift to Serena, but then she gets all flummoxed when she sees that Nate and Jenny have shown up together and refuses to check the thing, making a handoff impossible. Damian later tries to get the coat off of her in a way that often works with Serena – trying to have sex with her – but visions of Nate dancing in her head surprisingly stop her from falling for that.

Don’t think that Serena doesn’t like a good schtupping in the corner at a party, however – I mean, that’s our girl. She has evolved however, and now she wants it to be with the right guy. Nate takes some advice from Jenny, seizes his woman and whisks her straight off to the…coat-check room. Which has a couch in it? It’s best not to ask questions. When there, it doesn’t take much convincing at all to remove Serena from whatever clothing she might be wearing (which, as usual, isn’t all that much). All is right from the world.

Then something brilliant happened, and it made me think that the show’s writers love us after all. Serena’s slutty, slutty behavior actually saves the whole plot! See, they weren’t just making her that way for their own amusement, they actually made it an important plot turning-point. Genius. While Serena and Nate are making the beast with two backs in coat-check, Damian is getting ready to slither out of the party and back to Europe, tail between his legs, because he screwed up the transfer of drugs and owes lots of money. Jenny, trying to stop him, saves the day by seeing Serena’s jacket discarded on the floor and browbeating the coat-check girl into making sure that the coat is carefully delivered to the ambassador’s daughter.

Jenny is coming along quite nicely, but she’s not on Blair levels quite yet. In fact, where was Blair during all of this? Oh yeah, she was scheming to get an introduction to some French guy as part of a third-rate B-plot about her starting a secret society that I can’t really convince myself to care about. What is far more interesting, of course, is the plot surrounding Chuck’s search for a woman that might be his mother, and Blair is front-and-center to support him through it, even if it means that she doesn’t get to play her Anna Karenina sex games.

Chuck is finally able to talk to the woman that left the locket on his father’s grave face-to-face, and she’s so completely Botox’d that her forehead never moves for the entire scene. Also, she’s lying, and Blair knows it – she’s an expert in that arena, and it seems, at times, as though the mystery woman known as Elizabeth is doing her best Blair impression. Chuck buys it because he has to, but Blair knows better and confronts her privately, setting up the episode’s final scene where the mystery woman gazes wistfully at the missing half of the locket, which holds a picture of her holding a newborn baby. It’s Chuck.

That’s where the episode ends, in a storm of supposedly dead mothers and broken jewelry, but that’s not where the story stops – the previews at the end of the episode indicate that Chuck finds out about her in the near future. The also indicate that Serena and Nate keep banging, but we all could have guessed that.

This is really getting more and more crazy. There were so many photographers outside the shows, it almost made me feel like a paparazzo (which is the last thing I want to be). Whenever you pick out people and stage them for your photo, there are loads of pic-snappers standing behind (or even in front) of you taking your photo. Well, it´s a free world, but it has nothing to do any more with how it all started: taking personal pictures of people with style. Mmh, the war is over for this time. I am staying in Paris another 3 days. And if I spot some cool people in the streets, no other photographers will be around.

After Alexander McQueen’s death, one of the ways many people reacted was shock followed by wanting to buy a piece from one of his last collections. The Skull Clutch is an iconic McQueen bag and all of the websites that previously had them in stock sold out within hours.

Saks just stocked a few new McQueen bags, one being the Alexander McQueen Stringray Print Skull Clutch. The clutch is on pre-order right now, with a shipment date of the end of July. In fact this clutch popped up a couple weeks ago with a much earlier shipment date, but was sold out quickly and the shipment date changed. The black/silver stingray print adorns the outside of the classic clutch with a skull clasp closure and purple lining. Pre-order through Saks for $1,175.

Un ‘From The Front Row’ pas vraiment from the front row parce qu’en fait telle que vous ne me verrez pas j’étais assise sur le marches aux pieds de… Suzy Menkes, héhé.
Ah la la… Chloé… J’adore ! Bon défilé !

If there is a more haunting experience in fashion than watching Alexander McQueen’s posthumous Fall/Winter 2010 presentation to a very small group of fashion’s glitterati, I can’t imagine what it would be. Presented in an ornate salon owned by the brand’s parent company, the partial collection of 16 looks was brilliant, as we all knew it would be. It was also, in part, something totally unexpected: angelic.

The collection was inspired by 16th centurty painter Hieronymus Bosch, among other artists, who specialized in religious interpretation and commentary. Some of the patterns actually contained computerized and re-worked prints from the original artwork, including the Bosch masterpiece “The Garden of Earthly Delights.” Outside of the professed inspiration, however, it’s difficult to not ascribe a more personal and tragic meaning to the stylized angel wings that several models sported. Indeed, there were otherworldly aspects to many of the looks – pure while, gilded feathers. Perhaps the most pointed reference was in the show’s final look, a golden jacket that could have been made of wings, fluted at the floor by gobs of beaded white tulle.

But this collection was anything but one-note. Alongside the angelic whites were brocaded and beaded dresses in hues of red and gold, plus digitally printed short dresses, seemingly a continuation of the previous season’s much-lauded Plato’s Atlantis collection. The show displayed only a fraction of what McQueen had probably completed, but even in its abbreviated length, it not only demonstrated the designer’s unmatched technical prowess, creativity, and mastery of the female form, but also rendered in stark relief the stunning loss that the fashion industry and the world at large has suffered in McQueen’s death.

Dagens outfit. Jacka och väska från Balenciaga, luvjacka från Acne, boots från Rizzo och catsuit från American Apparel.

TRANSLATION!!! Look of the day. Jacket and bag from Balenciaga, hoodie from Acne, boots from Rizzo and catsuit from American Apparel.

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This is Nijide Ugboma, editor in chief of the British Let Them Eat Cake magazine. When I asked Njide for a picture for the At Home series, she told me the place she feels most at home is at her office in Dalston. It is located in an old industrial building just off Kingsland Road and I went there on a rainy morning during London Fashion Week. I guess it is not unusual for London people to feel most at home in their business surrounding, since they might spend the most of their time there. For Berliners, though, in their relaxed state of mind and “2 days of work a week is enough” attitude, this comes as a slight surprise. Maybe this is the reason Berlin lacks the splendid choice of fashion magazines you will find at a usual London newsstand.

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Outside Balmain fashion show

Louise, Stylist

H&M jacket, shoes from Weekday, bag from her boyfriend, Ray Ban glasses and the rest 2nd hand.

Lundi, 10h34 : Stella McCartney à l’Opéra Garnier. Le défilé contraste complètement avec l’explosion de dorures du décor. C’est clair, coupé droit, et beige, beige, beige. Les cheveux sont plaqués et le feeling est léger.

16h08 : Chez Kenzo. Anna Dello Russo me dit dans son accent italien génial : « Ah mais Garance ! Tu viens ce soir au dîner de Jonathan Newhouse ! Alors ! Mais c’est fan-tas-tique !! »

18h00 : Je rentre chez moi pour me préparer. Dîner de Jonathan Newhouse = grand honneur = grand stress.
Pour une fois, je sais déjà ce que je vais mettre : la seule, l’unique, la sublime robe Balmain que Carole m’a offerte il y a un an.

Cette robe est tout ce qu’une robe devrait être. Simple et belle. Et en plus, je ne sais pas comment elle réussit ce truc là : elle me fait une silhouette de dingue. Enfin, bon, c’est ce qu’on me dit. Moi je suis comme tout le monde : je me trouve toujours trop grosse. (Surtout à la fin de la fashion week, grosse, épuisée, et légèrement fêlée, aussi).

19h30 : Le seul problème, quand on est pas une habituée des tenues de soirée, c’est tout ce qui va autour de la robe.
Dehors il fait -12, et je n’ai rien a mettre sur mon décolleté.

19h36 : Mais comme il fait -12, je trouve. J’enfile une cape taupe et de longs gants gris. Je me tire les cheuveux, et je mets du rouge parce qu’une bouche rouge = 200 tenues de soirée. Même avec du rouge, je gèle quand même, hein.

20h : dans le taxi avec Scott, direction le Grand Palais pour le défilé Yves Saint Laurent. Il n’arrête pas de me dire que je suis belle. Ce mec, il a tout compris.

20h07 : Dans le Grand Palais, il gèle. Je ne comprends pas bien le défilé, et je n’arrive pas à me laisser porter. Mais ça m’arrive très souvent.

22h08 : Nous arrivons chez Prunier, au dîner. Pour faire court, Jonathan Newhouse est le CEO des éditions internationales de Condé Nast. Donc, ici, il y toutes les rédactrices en chef des Vogues Internationaux. Carine, Franca, Yolanda sont là, super glamour. Anna Dello Russo et Emmanuelle, aussi. Coolitude de la coolitude, elle est en jean, et en veste Balmain.

22h16 : Invités d’honneur : Alber Elbaz, Christophe Decarnin, Mary-Kate et Ashley Olsen. Scott. Et moi.

Quand je vous disais que Jonathan et sa femme nous avaient fait un honneur, je rigolais pas. Wow.

22h13 : … Wow.

22h25 : Christophe Decarnin a l’air d’une douceur incroyable. Je lui montre ma robe en lui faisant un clin d’oeil. Il me fait un grand sourire. Je sais pas, je me dis que ca doit etre chouette de voir l’une de ses créations portée par une fille normale. (Oh oui, oui oui. Fille normale, dans une situation exceptionnelle, oh ca oui oui, exceptionnelle, je vous l’accorde.)

22h25 : Anna me présente Mary-Kate et Ashley. Sans lunettes, tout sourire, charmantes. Ces filles ont l’air diablement intelligentes.

23h30 : À notre table, Anna Dello Russo fait rire tout le monde. Cette femme est un vrai bonheur.

00h20 : Rentrée ! Morte ! Il me reste des mails a checker et un post a faire.

02h00 : Je me couche a 2h, claquée… Mais je sais que les deux jours a venir sont les derniers, et j’ai drôlement envie d’en profiter.

Mardi, 10h02 : chez Chanel, de mini-sacs avec deux rouge à lèvres sont distribués. Cool ! C’est celui de la pub avec Vanessa Paradis ! Trop-beau. J’en mets direct.
Je leve les yeux, et là, je vois… Vanessa Paradis. Hum. Hummm des fois je me dis, ma vie est bizarre. Genre la réalité qui depasse la fiction, comme ca, tranquille, deux, trois fois par jour.

11h07 : Chanel commence. Un Iceberg géant sous les voûtes du grand palais, c’est beau…

12h36 : Je suis au téléphone avec Salomé. En même temps, je fouille dans mon sac parce que j’ai besoin d’envoyer un bbm à Chris. Je cherche partout, je retourne mon sac, mais je ne trouve toujours pas mon portable. Merde ! Mais il est où ?
…
hum.
…
À mon oreille. Je suis en train de parler à Salomé avec.
Pffffffff je crois que je suis fatiguée.

15h00 : Chez Chloé, tout est pur, beau, et beige, beige, beige. Préparez-vous à une overdooooose de beeeeeeige !!! Comme toujours, toutes les filles adorent. Et nous, on a tout filmé. Alors à très vite ! Bisou !

by
Ruby T.,
16 year old
MEXICAN CAGE FIGHTER

from

Kalamazoo

Ida, 23, Student

(Shots taken at Jasper Garvida LFW show)

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The new Louis Vuitton Fox Bag Charm in Rose. Available also in Vert and Orange via LouisVuitton.com.

I covered the Be&D Genesis first during NY Fashion Week, when Bryan Boy, Olivia Palermo, and Mena Suvari were spotted carrying it. I will be posting more of the available options, but wanted to note that the classic black version Bryan Boy carried is now available online at Bloomingdale’s.

This bag entails two aspects of many Be&D bags; whipstitched detailing and supple washed leather. Lately, I have really been digging the Be&D bags I have seen. I still love the studs that they offer, don’t get me wrong, but their Americana feel which much of their line showcases pulls me in. It seems so perfectly fitting for spring and summer, which is just touching most of the world with a slight warm up and knocking the snow off our boots.

The bag offers a single shoulder strap along with a longer detachable crossbody strap. The silver tone hardware always lends a casual touch to a black leather bag. The inside is equipped with a zip and cell phone pocket along with a key ring. Buy through Bloomingdale’s for $1095.