She Wolf lyrics in Spanish translated into English using Google language tools. This could be fun… Sigilosa passing Sigilosa passing That wolf is special Watch her, walk walk Who did not want lycanthrope a goddess In the heat of a romantic evening My screams are called I want a tame wolf I finally found a cure-all that clear at all to blame I will not stay by your side watching TV and listening to apologize life has given me a […]
This is so goooooooooood…. First saw this in bar in Paris. Near Palais Royal. A backstreet. One of the few places that you can smoke inside. An odd experience – sipping German bier whilst puffing on a Marlboro Gold – made even more odd by the mute-button-on screening of La Shak doin’ her ting. Flesh coloured body stocking, inexplicably agile limbs, thrusting “lady garden”, a cage, the glitter-festooned innards of a nymphomaniac cow, nonsensical lyrics:- …..Starting to feel just […]
This was an oddly beautiful evening. I walked out onto the street from my hotel to be bathed in this strangely hued light. It was dusk. Perhaps it had something to do with low-hanging clouds and refraction but the effect of this “honey colour” vision was eerie. Almost like the moments before a solar eclipse. Everything was still_
Perhaps it’s because the spring-summer pret-a-porter womenswear collections have now come to an end that I’m starting to think about menswear. He isn’t the most obvious muse for autumn-winter but something feels right about Telly Savalas. That straight-talking, no nonsense Noo Yoicker addi-tood… so manly… That glistening, magnificent orb of a perfectly formed, razored scalp…sooooo manly. Yeah, big daddy, bring it on home! Papa’s got a brand new thang. Telly, we salute you. Just a hunch.
On the way to the John Galliano show last night the heavens opened. The torrential downpour was hardly surprising. It had been so close during the day that it took me nearly an hour too cool off after a shower. Arriving at the venue, a disused factory in the south of Paris, there was an eerie atmosphere as people stood huddled in groups under the railway bridge that ran parallel down the street, cutting it into two halves. The current […]
Fashion’s Favourite Person seen from the back at the John Galliano show, October 7, 2009. Apparently, Anna Wintour was only in town for the run-throughs with designers before heading back to New York. Could this spell the birth of a new era of shows? A return to salon presentations held exclusively for the great and the good? Fashion is characterised by its tendency towards polarisation. On one hand there is the über private view and on the other we have […]
It takes two to tan-go Just had a thought. Are we all being taken for a ride, pawns in a game of fashion skullduggery? Perhaps the idea is to focus attention on the house of Ungaro again (✔), ditch La Li-lo pronto pronto and get in someone proper to do the job. Sounds implausible but there has to be a reason. Wonder who Keyser Söze will turn out to be…Hmmph.
It was destined to be a disaster from the start. It was like the Cassandra Crossing all over again. One train. One wobbly bridge. One colossal bottle of fake tan. One liberal squirt on the tracks. A no-brainer, really. Which begs the question: who was the brains behind this? Who was the Keyser Söze in this caper? Mounir Moufarrige, C.E.O. of Emanuel Ungaro? Are there external forces at play? Forces from beyond the boundaries of logic, taste and good old […]
My all time favourite Versace show. Remember staying up to get my fashion fix on CNN Style with Elsa Klensch and Planet Fashion. Those were the days… Gianni channeling Helmut and Calvin and giving it a grintoso Milanese spin. Medieval Punk dominatrix glamazon. Those were the days… I look back now and realise what a big impact that show had on me. Ahh, Gianni, we miss you… it was getting so gooooood…
Slash and burn. Rip tide. Fashion Arson. Trailblazing. The Sœurs Mulleavy are a force to be reckoned with. A backstage interview goes something like this: “Yeah, she was a witch that got burned at the stake and came back as a vulture, yeah!” At which point the interviewer takes a few tentative steps backwards whilst secretly trying to seek out the nearest fire exit. The prom scene from Carrie flashes through her mind. She starts to perspire slightly. Thank God […]