Here’s a fashionable little token to my American Charms of a Dandizette readers…
Be charmed, Stay Inspired! x
Be charmed, stay inspired!x
It seems that it wasn’t enough for Kris Jenner to be the subject of chat show billionaire Oprah’s Next Chapter, now she’s after her job. Kris Jenner is going to be hosting her very own chat show! I am not sure what the general consensus is on Kris, but I am guessing she might not be considered the best of wives -mainly due to the way she treats Bruce and of course her affair(s?). She might not be considered the best of mothers either, mainly due to the fact that has so openly claimed that Kim Kardashian is her favourite daughter and has kind of possibly exploited her children and she might be considered vain and occasionally dress too young for her age, but one thing that cannot be denied is, she does have personality! I am going to sit on the fence on this one and try not to make any hasty judgements, but I think we might all be pleasantly surprised!
Don’t you just love those pink Valentino shoes?
Read Kris’s article in the Hollywood Reporter
Be charmed, stay inspired! x
For those like myself, that were barely even teenagers when Sex and the City graced our TV’s late on a school night on channel four, Sex and the City was a little more special than it was to those of an older generation. Arguably, maybe we should not have been watching Sex and the City at all – after all, it was aired after the watershed – but we all watched Friends and that was pretty harmless, so what made Sex and the City any more special? Well – it just was, wasn’t it? For those of us that were in the early years of our secondary school education, we were still trying discover ourselves, work our way around our friendships (many of them new), we were starting to experiment with make up, trying to decide how we wanted to dress, which fashions we wanted to follow and most importantly – we were just starting to realise the opposite sex and getting used to being realised!
At such a young and impressionable age there is no denying it, those of us at the tender age of thirteen or fourteen that were reading Vogue and thinking ourselves as writers, fashionistas or ‘relationship experts’, Sex and the City had a far bigger impact on our adolescence than any parent might like to admit. Throughout the course of our teenage years, from tweenies to late teens, most girlfriend groups will have assigned each in the circle their very own Sex and the City character, most girls will have emulated at least one of Carrie Bradshaw’s ensembles or referenced her somehow when dressing and most will have compared our own relationship dilemmas or triumphs to either Charlotte, Miranda, Samantha or Carrie (Samantha and Carrie mostly – let’s be honest!)
It’s been fifteen years since Sex and the City first aired on TV – and all I can say is, those of us that went through our teenage adolescence with these amazing empowering women to watch each and every week – how lucky are we?
Be charmed, stay inspired! x
Yves Saint Laurent and Le Jardin Majorelle
Set right in the heart of this Moroccan city is an aperture where a secret garden lives and breathes. Painted azure blue walls and pillars are luminous, peering between the greenness of vegetation, the greenness of a giant pond where lily pads float heavenly and evoke a sense of serenity and calm. The only threat posed in Le Jardin Majorelle, if any, is the frightful size of the immense cactus needles.
Yves Saint Laurentand Pierre Berge, once Yves’ partner, friend, business partner and co-founder of the Yves Saint Laurent Couture House, purchased and restored the Jardin Majorelle in 1980. The land was initially acquired by french painter Jacques Majorelle, who settled in Morocco and opened up the garden to the public in 1947. Jacques Majorelle was in an unfortunate car accident which led to him returning back to France. The garden grew unkempt and overgrown, however Yves Saint Laurent and Pierre Berge began a long process which would nurture it back to life.
The designer asked that he have his ashes scattered at Le Jardin Majorelle on his passing. Yves passed on the 6th June 2008 and as requested his ashes reside in Le Jardin Majorelle. After visiting the garden, I can understand why the designer loved it so much.
Yves Saint Laurent and the Love Post Cards
I am particularly aware of how long it’s been since I’ve written anything particularly fashion concerned, so I thought it would be best to begin the recollection of my holiday in Marrakech with photos of the Jardin Majorelle…Fashionistas might refer to this magnificent garden as the Yves Saint Laurent memorial gardens.
Admittedly I was completely ignorant to this garden and its connection to the fashion designer whom I personally adore for his championing of the sultry Le Smoking tuxedo jacket for women in the sixties and his androgynous designs.
My sister, an illustrator, and I felt as though we had stumbled upon a treasure hidden in the thick of towering cacti of the Jardin Majorelle when we found the significant collection of Love post cards illustrated by Yves Saint Laurent himself being showcased right here in the gardens!
What followed was a frenzy of both of us trying to take as many photos as possible of the illustrated posters. Unfortunately I had left my trusty bridge camera back home in London so I was very much dependent on my iPhone for picture taking.
Yves Saint Laurent would send his personally illustrated Love post cards out to his close friends and clients of the fashion house every year as a New Years greeting.
A small shop just opposite where the Yves Saint Laurent post cards are showcased sells copies of the cards for you to purchase, amongst some great YSL coffee table books and magazines featuring the designer. I purchased two of the Love post cards for my fashion illustration feature wall which I have been building on for the past year or so. Once the post cards are framed I will proudly add them to my wall!
Here’s to spreading the love at Le Jardin Majorelle…
More Marrakech photos on the way…
Be charmed Stay Inspired! x
Inspired by a recent visit to Paris…
It’s been a while Dandies and I am feeling somewhat guilty for the length of time that I have been away from my much loved and treasured blog. In my absence I have celebrated my birthday, been to Paris, started reading a new book, which has managed to crawl beneath my skin and has claimed me entirely (indeed I am reading Fifty Shades of Grey), have begun to write my own novel with more urgency than I have the past few years that I have been writing it (yes, I said years!) and have just returned from Marrakech Morrocco!
So, I suppose I should start with Paris…
There are so many reasons that I adore Paris. I generally tend to love cities, but there’s something about this beautiful city that agrees with me so well. The first time I went to Paris I met a French woman at the Cuban Compagnie Cafe in Bastille, she spent a while talking to me and my friends about Paris and London. She said there is something very special about the relationship and connection between Paris and London…this was around the time that Marie Claire had coined those with dual lives split between Paris and London, ever so aptly, the Par – Dons. Paris is a very feminine city and London, its counterpart, is male, she said. Now looking back on her observation and having visited Paris twice since then with her notion in mind, it seems that her observation explains my affection to Paris so accurately.
Paris, romantic, whimsical and introspective seems to speak to the writer within me…that is me and that I aspire to be. It paints pictures of Fitzgerald, Hemmingway and the expatriate art set that flocked to the city to seek romance, escapism and material for their novels. It illustrates the many fantastic articles I have read about Azzedine Alaia (his clothes I am still not rich enough to afford) and his rise to success ( a tale I can imagine would make a beautiful film) and his unique atelier on the rue du Moussy in Paris. Possibly the only piece of architecture I have ever really looked at and found breathtakingly beautiful resides in Paris…the looming presence of the Notre Dame. The thought of talking hours away in a tiny cafe facing the street and watching the passersby is such a simple yet fruitful pastime and the chicness I could admire forever. I love Paris for its civility, it’s sophistication, its simplicity, its style – it’s overall voyeuristic nature and henceforth, its understanding of humanity.
(more Paris pics on the way)
…Paris J’adore! x