21.2.11

i'm sorry but London called me

Long time since we met at my last post and it's not so optimal, but I have a really good excuse to my prolonged absence and I wish I still were at this really really good excuse! So since last Thursday till yesterday (which means Sunday) I spent the craziest (in every sense of the word) three days in London. It was a really short trip but we (by "we" I mean me, my sister and my mum) had a really great time. Of course it wasn't the ideal vacation (scamper all day long) but for sure it left me wanting for more (it happens every time I leave London...I need to do something about that). You probably ask what can I possibly catch in so little time?! You'll be surprised to know that I did everything I planned to do, from all must sees for the "first time in London" tourist (my sister) to the all must purchase for the "came for short time" London buyer (me). I think that I better start tell it all from start.

As I said at the very first beginning of this post, London had to get us (ready or not) at the noon time of Thursday. we landed in London and before we noticed we were at the middle of an hasty shopping at the oxford circus topshop store holding a dozen hangers (with cloths of course) trying to figure out if we have been already in where we stand, or not.  
Later that day since we didn't knew London that much, when it was dinner time we decided to try our luck at soho. The problem again was that since we didn't knew London soho was a part of this "didn't knew" thing. So with no other choice we needed to trust the taxi driver and told him to take us to something "Italian" (we know how to be specific!). We didn't like where he brought us (too much fancy) but it gave us a reason to walk in the area until we have found pizza express.  
The second day started with a visit to the Madame Tussauds museum where we had a chance to
 be homies with Will Smith
  eat breakfast at tiffany's with Audrey Hepborn
And hang with the Beatles
 Lunch stop at Patisserie Valerie, I took the crock madam (They had it on their menu, can't say no to crock madam...)

After lunch we had it to Dover street visiting the acne store and the Dover street market store that even if you have  no intention to buy there anything it's a must have experience, just to see those runway pieces that known to you only from the web and the magazines, in real, worth it all. 

The third and last day was all rainy but it took more than that to disable us what that time wasn't our friend during that trip. Starting with a walk at the place of origin of punk aka Camden market, Try to absorb some culture and to find myself a pair of 1461 doc. martens (which been revealed as impossible) 

 After the market we continue on to Selfridges to see what left on the rack from the "bright young thing" project where I treated myself with a Rhea Thierstein flower hair ribbon.

 The second time at Topshop supposed to be just quick look to see if we didn't forgot to take something at the first time, but on the way to the way out escalators I bumped into some improvised stage in the middle of the store. I approached the stage to see better what it's all about and understand that some kind of  London fashion week related discussion (since top shop is the sponsor for some of the shows) is about to begin. So I decide to stay a bit, maybe they will be some intresting talking. To my surprise I found out that the ones who were going to talk were Zoe Patoff of the inside out Topshop blog and Susie Bubble from style bubble talking about LFW from a blogger perspective so as other blogger issues and answered some questions from the crowd. So of course I stayed to hear what they have to say.   
Later that evening we went to a Mexican restaurant called Wahaca (the soho branch). beside the fact that what I ordered was so spicy (even due I asked for not spicy at all, but my tongue is way to sensitive for this stuff, I blame her for all my suffer) that I couldn't focus at the taste of my dish, all the rest was really good and the design of the whole place is really cool and we got chilly seeds at the end (!!!) I don't know why I'm so excited, I can't eat spicy... 

That was our last London attraction, the next morning we woke up early morning and had our flight back. if I have to sum up this whole experience in three words I probably will say short and sweet, but since it's my blog and I can decide for myself how much words to use I will say that I will defiantly visit London again! (And won't buy three huge magazines, they make my suitcase to much heavy)
(Some Polaroid photos I took with my Polaroid camera on a Mary Katrantzou flayer)  

14.2.11

the philosophy of coats

My second lobster!! It felt like the parade of the gorgeous coats, seriously! I didn't want it to end. This philosophy di Alberta Ferretti fall collection was for sure all about the coats and the coats only! Each one carried different thing, at one point I wondered how a person can think about so much variations of how to deliver the coat form. They all looked like a production of the same collection but at the same time I refused to believe that one collection can have so much forms of the coat. it felt that what underneath is insignificant in front of those coats (although it was hard to disregard from the dress that start as a satin button shirt but ends with massive gaining control of lavender lace leafs... and the wool dresses...and th..Ok there were some remarkable underneath things but the coats dazzled me). 
I think that I have some kind of weakness to all baby soft colors as seen in this whole collection, I guess that sub-conscious reasons attract me to press on the "philosophy" link (thank you subconscious!) and probably because I saw this lavender colored wall behind the models that reminded me of my bedroom lavender wall (I don't know...I'm sure it is also a subconscious thing...)
When I finished to be dazed from the glorious coats (and I won't lie, it took a beat) I was ready (emotionally and spiritually) to investigate the rest. so I approached what I usually noticed at start (but I won't repeat where I stopped first...I think you got it due the fact that I never said "coat" so many times in one conversation/post), the shoes. Or should I better call them the weird most beautiful chunky heel shoes. I noticed that I have this weird attraction to chunky heel shoes and the weirder the better... Go figure...
        
(All images from fashion gone rouge, shoes close up from here)

13.2.11

to the bone

And the madness has finely begun! Now it's New York and right after its London, gahh, I love this time of the year. All the anticipation to see who will be the ones that you can't remain indifferent in front of. A breath of relief has been noted while seeing the David Neville and Marcus Wainwright fall 11 collection aka rag & bone. I can officially say that I have found my (first) NYFW lobster! 
With the ability to combine between all Arctic Circle populations typical outfits vibe with some 70's skiing inspired items and if it's not enough to add some tweed coats/capes and tartan skirts/pants (a seal that says "those are rag & bone outputs!") without look even close to ridicules.... I mean... how they make it so logical for god sake??








Just a few that stood from the rest probably because of their unusual connection between the upper part and the bottom (a retro ski jacket with tartan fringe skirt as worn by Lindsey Wixson) or just with no special reason (i always for an identical patterns combination like the one with the tartan jacket on the tartan dress). And the shoes that had all the right additions, if it's with the buckles, the super high chunky heels or just the coarse sewing on the top of the boots, everything together was like hot chocolate in the rain ( which in my mind means: perfect together!) 
  
Probably inspired in some way by this royal blue and orange red color combination...

I have found myself leaving home like this

wearing comme il fout stripes shirt, "vitrina" blue dress, striped red tights that was given me from a family friend, half clear flats from Barcelona and my Elmo purse that I bought somewhere in tel aviv when I was thirteen.




 Somewhat suspect I would say...

(all runway and runway details pics are from style.com, backstage shots from dazed digital)

10.2.11

The Good, the Bad and the beauty

I have good news and bad news. With what do you want me to start? Ok, don't answer, because there is only one logical way to tell it. so good news are that rodarte x opening ceremony has launched, spreading a general vibe of an antique upholstery (yayy), but bad news are that it doesn't meter because they are still unreachable (nayy) (for me at least and I'm sure that for all the other simple people that usually don't sleep with 300$ worth pajama pants).


Items that unfortunately won't reach my closet...



 


I still love you rodarte