"attitude is everything"

I adore this photo of DVF in the wig coat by Margiela! DVF & Margiela, fashion's kindred spirits? What I admire in them both, asides from the fact that both of their work is always slightly deviating is the fact that one gets the impression that they could walk away from fashion tomorrow & still have a completely content and inspired existence. I love, love, love them.

apathy

So, I've been really neglectful with my blog for the last few weeks, things have just seemed somewhat inconsequential. One of the things I have been meaning to cover is Paul Smith's London show at Claridge's last month, I've been reading his Vogue blog rather avidly & have come to really admire him. Lately I've been struggling with formal vs. casual and the show struck me as a perfect illustration of the two combined. Defining the style of the show has apparently been somewhat problematic but I think Smith himself probably coined it best when he said "couture-like clothes which could be borrowed from Mum and mixed with teenage co ordination." Perfection!

ooh la la

Yves Saint Laurent exhibition on at the Petit Palais in Paris until August 29. Well worth a visit. Thanks for the heads up Mr Smith! I can't wait to see this on my travels xx

Ted Hughes

"what happens in the heart simply happens"

today, i wished i was a bird

I caught this morning morning's minion,
kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in
his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and
striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling
wing
In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing,
As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend:
the hurl
and gliding
Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding
Stirred for a bird, - the achieve of, the mastery of
the thing!
Brute beauty and valour and act, oh, air, pride,
plume, here
Buckle! AND the fire that breaks from thee then, a
billion
Times told lovelier, more dangerous, O my chevalier!
No wonder of it: shèer plòd makes plough down
sillion
Shine, and blue-bleak embers, ah my dear,
Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermilion.

The Windhover by Gerard Manley Hopkins.


And I did too, wish I was a bird. It sounds slightly insane, I know. I sat and gazed out of my bedroom window, in a rather pensive state at the "sky blue pink" as I frequently do and actually envied the birds. My uncle died two weeks ago and he was such a free spirit though he never really got to see the world. Perhaps if I was a little more eloquent I could articulate the importance of living life the way in which you really want to but I think Browning probably says it best "How good is man's life, the mere living! How fit to employ all the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy!" Or, Galliano when he said "You only get a short life so follow your dreams, take chances, and go where the winds of fate blow you." And so it's settled, get this term out of the way and I'll be gone! aah.

Chloe, je vous aime! This blouse is simply beautiful, non? aah xx

" i am not a man, i am dynamite!"

"Our destiny exercises its influence over us even when, as yet, we have not learned its nature: it is our future that lays down the law of our today." I need to get away.

Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900)

"stung by the splendour of a sudden thought"

I have completely and whole-heartedly fallen in love with Robert Browning. I think when he wrote "God is the perfect poet," he disregarded his own aptitude for the art: "The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!"