ciao!

i hereby swear to Louboutins and Chanel to post tomorrow. i am literally brainless from jet-lag but i promise under oath of style that i will be writing. (little teaser - first one is about shoes...)

a presto dolls

i'm off to Sicily till Oct 13th. Paris fashion week highlights will be posted as a flashback when i return. (make that soap opera flashback sound in your head when you read them, promise!) and a plethora of fun new ideas and ponderings i gather along the way - as always happens on traveling adventures. if you're bored - go back to the blog and read all the oldies but goodies. it's like a re-run of your favorite movie on tv. ciao till i return stylish darlings! xo

existential style musing

ay yay yay. MENTAL morning darlings. i am heading to Sicily on Friday with the bf's entire family for a 10 day long extravaganza celeb of Pop's birthday. will be delightful. what is NOT delightful for me is packing. i can organize my closet to within an inch of its life, so one would think i'd be able to manage packing. the physical part - yes. mentally? my Everest. i packed all the clothing yesterday. quite easy, and quite successful. (a bit of Missoni, Pucci scarf, you know, to honor the land). today's task: the shoes. i had a major anxiety attack followed by a complete existential crisis. shoes were packed. then unpacked. agonized over. tried on (problem is they all look good - obvi - i did buy them), outfits mentally crafted. no matter how i sliced it there were too many pair to be "normal" and the absurdity of it all began to make me spin. UNTIL i came to the peaceful landing spot of realizing that if i only pack ONE pair of heels (Louboutin ankle booties) for evenings - then i can actually fit in quite a nice load of flats - which are infinitely more useful for walking 'round sightseeing, eating and shopping.
i suddenly felt like myself again. the problem was not too MANY shoes it was merely the wrong pairs. order is restored to my world once more, and i even managed to pack the jewelry with no further tizzies. "may the shoes be with you".

amazing lace

it's rather timely that i'll be heading to Sicily on Friday...  it's very likely i'm going to be mentally channeling Dolce & Gabbana while there.  normally, senore Dolce & senore Gabbana have me feeling all hot and sultry - but this collection actually makes me feel like running off and getting married wearing one of these lovely, lacy (and still somehow uber sultry) dresses...  then of course, i would have to mourn the loss of something or other (maybe a beloved pair of shoes) wearing a slinky black number... just another day in the life, you know.   the detailing on these pieces is bellisimo - delicate and absolutely beautiful.  these boys really know how to make a woman feel like a WOMAN.  loves it.

worship in the house of Pucci

there are collections i like, collections i love, and then the occasional collection that makes me feel like i took the most amazing drug on the planet and have transported into some transcendental place of bliss.  there is no other category than that for Pucci's showing.  i barely even have words (shocking for me, no?)  to describe just how much i am reeling over these pieces.  obvi, the killer prints are to be expected, and oh they deliver.  the slim 70's cuts are just beyond, on the dresses, the pants, the tunics...  each and every one just makes my eyes grow wide and "OH MY GOD" comes out of my mouth involuntarily.   i am dizzy.  i am spinning.  i am wanting to dive head first into this collection and forever live out the sexy lifestyle it oozes.  this is my utopia.  Pucci, i bow to thee and surrender myself - i am forever yours.

cheeky!

D&G showed a collection that was like a slightly naughty garden party.  the kind i would most likely attend, where something cheeky might be happening at any given moment behind the shrubbery.   loving the long, floaty dresses - uber sexy swish when a lady walks - this never fails to win me over.  also a huge fan of the head scarf - a classic that you can play with to give it your own personal style.  and i barely even need to mention this, given my well documented obsession - but those shoes?  LOVE.  i really do need to find myself a large chateau with a garden....

dance the night away

Milano mi amores.  alora, what better way to get your sexy on than with some Gucci?   more 70's influence, (as is the theme this season), add in some leather, some gorgeous nude tones, a bit of fringe (without being too yee-ha about it), a parade of SICK shoes that have me reeling,  and some slicked back hair with attitude - and it is ON babies.  LOVES it.  this whole seventies thing really makes me feeling like dancing.  well, that and shopping...