Sergio Rossi's Filagree sandal. It's pretty luxurious and I'm a sucker for gold. Who doesn't want to be dripping in it? Says the Lioness. These guys are a little Roman-esque a little Grecian princess but a whole lot of IN YOUR FACE AND SHOW ME THE MONEY. That's soooooo money.
I felt like I had nothing else to say about anything for a while. Had I said all that there was to say? Had my instinctive verbal diarrhea finally stopped? Had I finally learnt to keep my big fat mouth shut? No. The answer is no. You know why? I'll tell you why, I saw these hideous monsters. That is of course if you dare to look at the abomination that I present before you. I had seen these a couple of days ago and I thought, really? Are you fucking serious? Really? It looks like a dog vomited his breakfast lapped it up and spewed again.
I was happy to see an old work buddy on the FB had made a comment. A disapproving comment. So happy my violent displeasure for these (bah! Do I dare to call these sneakers?) had not be in vain. There is a group forming, a posse of people who think like I do. We will not be told what to like. Just because you design geometric space age like footwear, add a splash of colour, texture and add a plastic thing-a-ma-gig at the back does not make it cool. Does not make it pleasurable to the eye. I don't want these in my cupboard. HIDEOUS!
My god, how long has it been? Almost an eternity. So much has gone on. So, in my usual slack way I failed to keep up with the gentle current. Now I lament the hole in November and December etc etc. I shall feed the blog once more with my irrational thoughts. Hmmmm, shall we begin?
I'm going to start with the Sicilian boys. D&G baby, check out there window display. It's cool. I feel like a tourist. You see, those giant pencils, tea towels and 'look at all the things I saw in Sicily' plates do come in handy. Window display handy. It's pretty cool, you get to be transported back to the 70s when your aunty thought it a good idea to buy you a mini novelty Sicilian horse/donkey and carriage dust collector. Just to prove that she went there, on holiday. I hoped the donkey would shit out cigarettes, it just collected dust. Better to leave the gift on the mantle piece right next to the shelled photo frame she bought the last time she went to the Adriatic coast. Not to worry though, now D&G also design clothes for your now 76 your old aunty. Wow! They could have put something a little more spritely out front, no?
Ahhhh Dolce & Gabbana's love for bella Sicilia. I don't blame them folks. Bella Sicilia, much like the rest of the many Italian cultures is a rich tapestry of lace, wooden straw chairs and freaking awesome desserts.
When Fashion is fun, you have fun too. Now that's a fashion show. A true celebration of frivolity, fabulousness and amazing heights of hair...so many Amy impersonators. But how's about the little moral of the story at the end? Beat up a woman and Rossy de Palma will beat the shit out of you. Hooray for music, hooray for fashion and hooray for Rossy
