Retro glam in tweed suits and silk gowns.
Thursday 11 March 2010
Ring a ding ding...
Currently broadening my ring collection. I'm drawn to big chunky gold cocktail and knuckle rings. Erin Wasson has just released her jewellry line 'Low Luv' which is full of Egyptian, Nordic and Aztec inspired jewellry.
The big knuckle ring (bottom left) is the newest edition to my ring collection!
The big knuckle ring (bottom left) is the newest edition to my ring collection!
Wednesday 10 March 2010
Let them eat cake...
Marie Antoinette (2006) Directed by Sofia Coppola.
This film is great because every scene looks like a work of art but for an accurate portrayal of the Queen and her life sans the 80's soundtrack here's some crucial reading -
'Queen of Fashion - What the Queen wore to the Revolution' by Caroline Weber.
'Marie Antoinette' by Antonia Fraser.
This film is great because every scene looks like a work of art but for an accurate portrayal of the Queen and her life sans the 80's soundtrack here's some crucial reading -
'Queen of Fashion - What the Queen wore to the Revolution' by Caroline Weber.
'Marie Antoinette' by Antonia Fraser.
Peach Schnapps. Babes love it.
'The Virgin Suicides' (1999) Directed by Sophia Coppola. Based on the book by Jeffrey Eugenides.
We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
We knew the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love, and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
So much has been said about the girls over the years. But we have never found an answer. It didn't matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls... but only that we had loved them... and that they hadn't heard us calling... still do not hear us calling them from out of those rooms... where they went to be alone for all time... and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together.
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