Showing posts with label milano fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label milano fashion. Show all posts

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Iz black, Iz white Prada

 Iz black iz white Prada. Solid. 90s. Stripes. Bows. Tuxedo fashion. Elegant. Respectable. Solid. Big buckles. Block. Solid. Conservative. Black. White. Solid. Solid. Solid. Chunky. And solid.

I refuse to add MJs Black and White song.








Friday, August 23, 2013

Bling this! Rene Caovilla

Oh the glitz! Oh the glamour of Italian ''di lusso'' luxury items.  Get out your sunglasses you're going to be blinded by all that sparkle.  It says it all don't you think? 'I'm Italian, we created culture' and possibily  'fuck you economic crisis' and or 'Kitsch? This is class!' Love it, you know you want to.




Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Afro-Desia

When we said everyone was getting into (yet another tribal trend for summer, almost like every other year) Baldinini have run away with it. Have they (we) Afro-Desia? Did we all forget last years summer trends? It ain't my schtick usually and some may find the motif offensive. I see the charm of a nostalgic 50s summer holiday abroad. Makes me think of the many atomic patterns designed by Lucienne Day...And barkcloth.

The leather is superb, made with real love not the fake love you find in bottles for 50c.  I am not a thongs (flip-flop) gal at all but these, I find myself thinking...Maybe?


Enjoy the many sounds of Swamp Fire.


Monday, August 19, 2013

Buttery bag. Trussardi

You know when you see something and it makes you want to eat a stick of butter? Not because you are depressed but because you see the beauty in a smooth creamy, buttery biscuity bag. Like a cake, it's in layers, structured and strong. Its holds itself with airs, effortlessly. It can be bought anywhere unpretentiously and those who see it, understand it. Bold, strong, decisive, done with elegance. 





This, not so elegant....


Friday, May 17, 2013

Ivory Madonna

Prada you are my manna coming to inspire me and my closet. Bejeweled and bewitching, holy and pious you feed my fashion soul to the brim because when I think no one cares, no one has any taste you come to my salvation and lift and raise my spirits in pure glorious ecstasy. You are my holy experience, my spirit fashion beast if you will. Never stop the love of design elegance and creativity. You complete me Prada, now to complete my wardrobe.



Saturday, November 24, 2012

Walking Tapestry

Wow! My high school librarian is finally in fashion.  It only took her 15 years but she finally can walk around in her carpet jacket without her apparent lack of shame.  Though I am sure the sniggers of bitchy teen girls calling her 'carpet bagger' or 'vance pants' won't stop even if it is a Dolce & Gabbana number, and hers is/was so not.

Pros - You can blend into you're grandma's wall and steal all the tea biscuits.
Cons - As if I have to explain that one.


Yo frump dress! You are half lacey potato sack, half my mothers hand stitiching phase from the 90s and you cost a wooping arse kicking €5000.  Hey ma, why didn't you become a fashion designer?