It seems the recession has claimed another fashion victim. This time its Christian Lacroix! Yes, according to Breakingnews.ie, the French fashion house began insolvency proceedings today after telling the Paris commercial court that it cannot pay creditors. Such a pity and ironic in a way. Go to the website and you'll hear the riff of Nirvana's Come as You Are being played by an orchestra. Couture - the new nihilism!
It's competition time! Given the glorious repsonse we had to the last Benefit competition, we've given the San Fran folk beauty boffins a whirl again. This time we've four goody bags containing Lemon Aid, Lip Plump and blue Bad Gal mascara. All you have to do to be in with a chance to win is answer the following question:
Log onto Awear.com this week and snag some ritzy rags at half price. Best get in on the action fast. Gok Wan has already been raving about our Irish highstreet heroes on his Fashion Fix; along with Girls Aloud and Elle magazine. I Blog personally cannot wait for Awear's new Peter O'Brien collection launching this summer. In the meantime, there's some serious online shopping to be done... Swoon!
Ain't nothing like a classy flash drive; that's what I say. If you're going to store your style cues safely, let it be on this Tiffany & Co. number. 2GB of memory in signature egg shell blue plus access to exclusive press images. What's more, it was total gifting. Divine!
My fave little vintage haunt - Second Chance is on its last legs. Yes indeedy, the big 'R' is forcing it to close shop. This quirky equestrian shirt at €15 is the last bargain-ola I managed to score. Look closely at the gold buttons and horse brass motifs. V Aggy Deyn. Paired with a white tee, my gold vintage chains, bronze peep toes and skinny jeans and BAM! - some serious turf-tastic chic. Only a couple of days left and still some 80s Guy Laroche left. Get there before its gone!
Wedges. I don't think people appreciate the merits of said footwear. Not only are they comfy to wear for long periods of time but they are the ideal sandal substitute for Irish 'summers'. Let's face it. How often can we wear those flat embellished foot thongs. Cute? Not so much when Armaggedon decides to rip from the heavens and soak your feet. Can you wear them to the office with a suit? Nah. We didn't think so. These little beauties to my right can do all that and more. 
My Slendertone now has a friend. Well, a pair actually. I am now the proud new owner of FitFlops - the flip flops with the gym built-in™. Known for my love of vertiginous heels, I've now been converted to wearing these babies on account of thier bum and thigh-toning microwobbleboard™ technology. (They've trademarked the shiz out of them, so they must be good.) If my sister's praise for the sandals are anything to go by, Klum-like perfection is but a power walk away. Top that Ben Dunne and your €250 gym membership renewal offer. I see you and raise you the FitFlop at €69. Ha!
Remember when local ladies would sell beauty products door-to-door? No? Maybe it's just me - old bag that I am. Anyhoo...my mother and aunt used to heart 'Royal Velvet' - an Oriflame skin cream that was big back in the seventies. You could imagine the giddy nostalgia when I got my hands on a jar just recently. Unlike its contemporaries, Royal Velvet is not 'revolutionary' and doesn't boast any fancy science language. It even smells like the seventies which isn't a ringing endorsement but I decided to give it a go. What the modest moisturiser failed to impart is that it brightens your skin, giving even the most tired face a fresh glow (even if it does sting your peepers a bit). After scouring the pack for a hot tip on the ingredients I could find nothing save that it is 'enriched with Iris Isoflavones extract and SPF15'. I'm convinced their withholding info, as this little jar of joy is nothing short of a minor miracle. Get your cheap and cheerful nod to the seventies for €24.60 at www.orfilame.co.uk. Offer does not include door-to-door sales lady.
Another afternoon missive from the boys...
Someone once asked what the point of Twitter was - to which I had no reply. I was then countered with the accusation that these micro updates are not dissimilar to Facebook status updates (which came first the FB or the tweet?) and thus pointless. Unlike Facebook however, the mini newsfeeds are totally noiseless - no photos, no vids, no wall-to-wall convos from other people's friends; just uninterrupted fly-on-the-wall goss from fashion's inner sanctum. I'm now addicted. Women's Wear Daily are the shiz. Their minute-by-minute accounts of the Met Gala shenanigans have made my Kimmage-bound bank holiday weekend somewhat more palatable. It's like a Jane Austen novel dripped in couture. What's not to love?
womensweardailyMadonna is in the house, wearing Vuitton.womensweardailyElizabeth Hurley is in a nude Elie Saab; Anne Hathaway is channeling Jackie Susann, at least in hair, wearing Marc Jacobs.womensweardailyIsaac Mizrahi, just walking in with Coco Rocha, says he is feeling unwell. He thinks it is "bovine flu".womensweardailyNadja Auermann is looking like a teutonic goddess in Lanvin, Natalia Vodianova soft in a vintage Fortuny her husband gave her.
