Paris Vogue June July 2018 and RIP Kate Spade

I love a summer cover.

I remember when an ice cube as considered risque after 9 and a half weeks.

But we are all so desensitised to sexual imagery 

I just think she is a bit thirsty is all.

Why is Victoire de Castellane constantly being peddled when all that publicity the past two decades is only because she holds editorial clout with magazine advertisers?

I just answered my own hypothetical question.

More and more we are being peddles products that are ok in themselves but represent a whole menagerie of lifestyle symbolism.

I really do not like picnics so will not be buying this 

Ralph Lauren picnic set.

Meanwhile, this Supreme Remova collaboration was so huge 

that I saw lines going down Bond Street the other month and 

it was for people lining to get one of these suitcases.

These shoes are cute.

I really like that Kate Spade alligator straw bag.

I was really shocked and surprisingly sad about her death.

I never knew her but she was part of that generation who entered fashion by being their own fashion brand manager and wasn't formally schooled in a niche.

There is so much to say about the circumstances in which a lot is still unclear.

But I will say this.

I inwardly squirm when people say "first world problems" after someone discusses a personal issue.

As if many of us have to walk 5 miles twice daily to fetch water from a well.

Conversely, there are those who proudly wear their problem as either a tribe identifier or social currency to cash in to play any anthropological social games.

I do wish people would be more layered in viewing difficulty and am surprised after thousands of years of myths and 

women's weekly magazines that people still generalise 

financial success with guaranteed happiness.

RIP Kate Spade

One of my heroes is Hedy Lamarr.

She was 10/10 in looks and talent and brains.

She was one of the main engineers to pioneer the foundations of today's internet.

She is a true goddess.

Feel good summer photos to lighten the mood.

 Sequinned pants getting wet would cause all sorts of skin issues - poor model.

 Pouffes are back.

I will tell my friends who never knew they weren't fashionable.

 Regardless of your opinioin on the Hadids, I was a bit disappointed that French Vogue would bother discussing this.

I want a bit of typical French 

anti American / anti reality TV show ethos.

But I think I am only saying that because I found her a dull housewife.

When your fridge has more personality than you, that is a "tell".

 Let's end this the way they end the magazine with an item of trendy fashion.

This is just another ellipse in the current trend that I call shoe acrobatics.

Latest Vogue Paris

I need to get a new iPad but this is the reason why I can't reorganise the pics.

This was the French interpretation of Princess Di.

Every person in the Commonwealth knows she didn't ride.

I do wish this editorial wasn't so literal.

It would have been nice to have a French version of Di.

This just seems a bad version of the truth.

We all remember the sad Di - but it is almost as if the French are saying that they are happy they had a revolution.

Good hair, small earrings, gentle cream turtleneck with a beige/camel coat.

So classic.

This is where French Vogue goes all fetish.

Necrophilia much?

What a waste of skinny models to make them lie down.

I don't like excessive photoshopping.

And yet I feel guilty because I am in magazine mode and not used to shadows of any kind so paused at this photo.

The rest of the magazine was rather dull.

But nice excuse to say Hi! x

French Vogue June / July 2017 issue

Don't you love French labour laws?

No, I am not being sarcastic.

I am not talking about flooding motorways with turnips or burning tires to block tunnels.

I am referring to clumping June and July issues into one.

You gotta love that they take the life / work balance so seriously so people can get a proper summer holiday.

There is a lot of reclining going on here.

I always did find Helmut Newton a bit repetitive.

I like this picture in its simplicity.

I am always amused at Chanel branding sports equipment.

Can't wait for the Chanel kettle bells.

Pre-Berlin Wall workouts are very much in vogue aren't they?

This girl's tan lines are going to be messed up.

I guess this girl is using diamonds to intensify her tan instead of aluminium foil.

Weak picture composition here.

Neckline detracts from necklace, earrings in shade, 

bracelet cropped, and too many shadows.

Editor Alt loves the spread crotch shot with eyes looking up shot.

It's the upmarket fashionista version of catalogue model trying to catch a cab pose.

Giselle was the last of the first name supermodels.

Sorry but Cara Delevigne doesn't make the cut.

I remember her breakthrough editorial on Allure.

French Vogue May 2017

A quick post to say hello and share a most beautiful editorial in the French May issue of Vogue.

This month's issue had an emphasis on weddings which is very unFrench to talk about - it is rather an Anglo obsession that has filtered through.

Vogue may know fashion but I say leave the wedding stuff to Martha and that ilk.

Did red riding hood bleach her clothes?

This girl looks like the drunken friend who turned up very Hugh Grant in Four Weddings and a Funeral and pinched the veil off the bride.

This is the Mad Hatter bride.

Wonder what the groom would wear to match?

Looks like Miss Favisham when she first got jilted.

The third marriage bride who just wants to dance on the day because she has done all the staged pictures last week.

Now this is the editorial that is stunning in every way.

Rumour has it that Mme Alt ( editor at large ) and Anastasia Barbieri are not best chums so she is a "contributing editor". But this fashion spread shows that Mme Barbieri is a superb talent.

It is a homage to the former Jaipur princess, Gayatri Devi, renown for her beauty.

The model looks very similar to the princess herself.

Perfection.

This just makes me finally want to go to India.

The polo player is the grandson of the princess, the present Maharaja of Jaipur.

I don't have a snarky thing to say.

I will even forgive this amateur Instagram filter business on the pic below.

My least favourite picture of the spread but it actually made me rest between flipping pages.

This picture is a bit Cartier summer polo match you see in magazines so was a little disappointed at the fashion director.

This lady can pull off a turban.

As you know, I have my own thoughts on turbans as fashion items.

Divine.

This fashion image must be doing wonders for the Indian tourism board.

The young maharajah is handsome and am sure the Middletons of Bombay are engineering every accidental introduction.

If you see me walking around with a sheer scarf over my head, please do indulge me.