Showing posts with label 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2011. Show all posts

Friday, 11 March 2011

I personally commend Dior for dropping John Galliano from their line prior to their 2011 runway showing at Paris Fashion Week. For those of you have yet to catch wind of what happened earlier last week, a less than respectable video of Galliano, head designer and creative genius behind Dior, surfaced on the internet where Galliano flat out states that ‘He loves Hitler’ to a couple in a bar. Whoa, not exactly the smartest move to make on accounts of:

a) Natalie Portman, who had just signed an endorsement deal for Dior’s perfume Cherie, is Jewish, and stated that she was “deeply shocked and disgusted by the video.” and “as an individual who is proud to be Jewish, I will not be associated with Mr. Galliano in any way.”

b) Dior owns Galliano’s self named line, which, mind you, is financially backed by 92% from Dior; and it won’t be long before they pull out.

c) Racism is wrong. Enough said.

He followed up this statement with "People like you would be dead. Your mothers, your forefathers, would all be f---ing gassed." Ouch. May I please point out that the couple he was saying this to was not even Jewish? If he can’t handle his alcohol without losing control, he shouldn’t be drinking in public.

Some may argue that the remarks he chooses to make in his free time, has no correlation with business. This, however, I find to be a bit discerning. There’s overlap in everything. He has the image of Dior to uphold, one of the biggest fashion houses in the world that still creates actual haute-couture. He should have been honoured for the position he was in, instead of (forgive me for lack of a better word) pissing on his title. Bottom line is he was the face of Dior; and every second of his day should have reflected that.

Galliano still has yet to go to trial, where if convicted, can face up to six months in jail for his anti-Semitic slurs.


I will leave you with some recent photos of Dior's showing at Paris Fashion Week:


Monday, 21 February 2011

Please, let me be the first to announce that Christopher Bailey is a god. I just finished watching Burberry's runway show for their Autumn/Winter 2011 collection and I am seriously dying over it. Really, my jaw actually just hit the floor; that's how much I love it. So, everyone (at least I hope) knows that Burberry is iconic for their take on the classic trench, but this season they chose to go a bit edgier; studs and metallic galore. I was pretty much on cloud nine when I saw this gorgeous piece come down the runway:


(Please try not to drool all over your keyboard, thank-you)

To be completely honest, I thought that the whole 'biker-leather-chic' look was sort of 2010, and that high-street had sort of overproduced the look. Like, once something is on the racks of Giant Tiger, it's pretty much over. But kudos to Christopher for reviving the label's approach to the classic British jacket and successfully carrying out the studded look into 2011! I'd wear this any day.

Friday, 11 February 2011

SALE.

- A woman's best friend.

It is February, and you know what that means! We are in between seasons, the low time where winter is beginning to diminish, and spring is about to be sprung ( not actually though). It's sort of like when Christmas is over and the next day you go to the dollar store and the Valentines decorations are up, even though it's only like December 26th, and Valentines is a month away. The same goes for retail, these next few months are when major clearance is going to take place, to make room for spring inventory, even though spring is nowhere in sight. I never really understood that, like who actually starts buying skirts and tanks when it's blizzarding outside?

Anyways, if you have a good eye, these clearances are the best time to find heavily discounted designer deals (try saying that 10 times fast). Like, just recently I purchased a Versace cocktail ring for $25. I know, you don't have to say it, but yes, I am an amazing shopper.

Here's a picture of it if you don't belive me (but you should, really. There there, no need to applaud.)