Just sat in mesmeric disbelief watching Lagerfeld's SS'10 Chanel Couture Collection. Not a duff piece. Not one. Now i'm no Emily Howard ["i'm a laaaddy"] but the sixty six looks that graced the Pavillion in Paris filled me with what can only be described as girlish Glee. Crystals, excessive ruffles and waffled chiffon, embellished pinched silk, floral cut steel, modern sequinned under-fabrics glittered hosier and classic tweed in a sherbet pastel palette set to be the colourway of choice for next summer (Burberry's high summer '10 collection?).
The girl in me has re-surfaced. And I kinda like it.
And the hair. So good. Like a cat coughed up a fur ball of wig extensions and mouthwash. Twice. That subtle hint of ice blue hair seems to be somewhat of a trend. No thanks. I'd get sacked.
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