current affairs, designers

best dressed: the 2012 met gala

No other red carpet event elicits as much excitement in me than the annual Costume Institute at the Metropolitan Museum of Art (of which I am a proud member). It is this one night alone that leaves an indelible impression on the fashion world — an incredible feat, given the fleeting nature of the industry. One year was superhero themed; last year commemorated Alexander McQueen’s legacy. This year’s soiree celebrated the opening of the new spring exhibit, “Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations,” to be on view May 10 through August 19.

In a dream world I would have attended the gala  in something magnificent; in an ideal world I would have been perched at the edge of my seat (in my favorite sweatpants) watching its live broadcast whilst gratuitously tweeting my opinions on what-worn-by-who. In reality, however, I sat pouring over my three textbooks simultaneously. I can only multi-task proficiently under the influence. Starbucks Doubleshot Espressos are my drugs of choice. It’s currently exam period, if you haven’t realized; three exams within a 24 hour time frame are (academically) illegal. Pound on through it, I tell myself.

And so the 2012 Met Gala viewing was sacrificed in the name of academia. Thank goodness for the Interwebz; these are my favorites of the evening, in no particular order (I lie – who are we kidding? – they’re organized by color progression…):

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Claire Danes, J. Mendel.

Camilla Belle, Ralph Lauren.

Lily Aldridge, Ralph Lauren.

Katharine McPhee, Elie Saab.

Gwyneth Paltrow, Prada.

Caroline Sieber, Christopher Kane.

Candice Swanepoel, Rag + Bone.

Elisa Sednaoui, Diane von Furstenberg. 

Kate Bosworth, Prada.

Marion Cotillard, Christian Dior.

Poppy Delevigne in Chanel.

Doutzen Kroes, Roland Mouret.

Chanel Iman, Tom Ford.

Renee Zellweger, Emilio Pucci.

Gisele Bündchen in Givenchy Haute Couture by Riccardo Tisci.

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current affairs, designers, fashion, inspiration

michelle obama: first lady & a woman’s woman.

At the Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice Awards, 2012. You can’t take your eyes off of her.

BOOM. Would it be out of place to call our First Lady hot?! Amongst other things.

So Michelle Obama is no stranger to ‘Best Dressed’ lists; an icon in every which way including her fashion choices, there’s no doubt she’s a girl’s girl. A woman’s woman. Powerful, inspirational. Proactive, progressive. A woman who retains her own identity and shines an individual entity even when linked to her husband. She is Michelle Obama first, First Lady second. (The ultimate power couple – Barack and Michelle.)

How she manages to be so appropriately dressed whilst pushing boundaries – a forward step for the First Lady role – is incredible. A little vest for a playground outing with her daughter, a pastel cardigan to meet the Queen, a one-shouldered (gasp!) gown at a stuffy White House dinner, a stunning McQueen in red for the state dinner with the President of China.

I-con-ic. So very.

Her Nickelodeon Kid’s Choice Awards outfit is hardly a surprise, then, given her previous wardrobe choices. I’d expect no less – it was more so a jaw-dropper. A sartorial jaw-dropper and then some. What a femme, clad in a shimmering Wes Gordon houndstooth tunic over gunmetal Helmut Lang skinny jeans and patent, pointy-toe pumps.

Tell me she looks good.


I thought so.

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designers, fashion

since the world’s ending today, i’ll buy myself a new pair of shoes

Might as well look good those last 24 hours or so, non?

It would be cruel and unusual punishment to let me shrivel in the confines of my home, thus rendering it justifiable to shell out the plastic card for this Christian Louboutin Black Amber Patent Double Platform Sandals from Saks Fifth Avenue. Let me have my fun stomping about in à la the after-hours Bond girl, dancing ’til the world endsSex on heels – almost literally – with its infamous red sole and strappy mix of patent, satin, and crystals. Guaranteed for an instant boost of va-va-voom with an Hervé Léger I’ve been eyeing not so discreetly, and legs nearly half the length of Gisele’s. Guaranteed.

But the world cannot possibly end today. I haven’t yet seen the Alexander McQueen exhibit, splurged ridiculous amounts on a thing (or two) from Bergdorfs and Henry Bendel, and nor had some scandalous affair in Europe.

Let’s postpone it for December 21, 2012 first, please. At least let me check off a quarter of my bucket list and make enough bones to pay for the red sole of this shoe.

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bises! x