I was in Paris last week. And yes, it was addled with stylish types in the final throes of the big four, but this time around battling with the workmen dismantling the tents on the Tuileries was the closest I got to high fashion.
My remit for this particular visit was to show my sister and her husband around the sites of the…erm… City of Lights (sorry). And, if I do say so myself, I did a top-notch job. Their eyes were wide, our feet were sore, and my mouth ached from wrangling out all my best Gallic sentences in a futile attempt to escape the wrath of Paris’ infamously rude service staff. OK, it’s true. They’re not that bad…anymore.
Anyway, after I’d ushered them to the base of the Eiffel Tower, the doors of Notre Dame, the steps below the Sacré Cœur and the Louvre’s pyramid, I escaped to a multitude of cafes to catch up on my reading, which included a copy of The New York Times Style Magazine (the Women’s Fashion Fall 2011 issue) that I’d lifted from the lobby of our hotel (I’m guessing it was left behind by a fash ed whose shopping on the Rue Cambon had blown out her weight allowance for the flight back).
To cut a long, and potentially boring story short, I seized the jour and began a project I’d been meaning to start for ages. I love magazines. I have done since I was a kid. Since my parents used to tell me off for buying Dolly – a monthly tome for teenagers back in Australia. It did, after all, have articles about boys and kissing as well as the infamous Dolly Doctor.
But once again, I digress. Where was I? Mags + Love. That’s right. For the most part, I write for them. But I’m a collector too. I’m literally surrounded by stacks of them (one pile in my office is almost to the ceiling, I kid you not). So, to save my sanity and to make more space in my tiny London flat, I’m starting up an online scrapbook of sorts by picking things out that I love, etc, from my plethora of style bibles, and, well, sharing. Just go with me and you’ll see what I mean, OK? It might be fun.
t magazine – women’s fashion fall 2011
The NYTSM is known as T Magazine. The logo is the iconic ‘T’ and for their 100th issue they ‘asked a handful of artists from around the world to re-invent the signature initial.’ My favourite is Graphic Artist’s Jorge Colombo‘s animation. Clicky clicky to see the rest.
Oh, and I love the Café de Flore even though its overpriced and full of tourists. It was, after all, a fave haunt of Jean-Paul Sartre, Camus, Picasso, and Apollinaire among others. I’m hoping there’s still something in the water – or their nine Euro pressions.
I did as I was told and visited Kora Designs. Now I wish I didn’t. I want everything from this Fair Trade brand. I particularly love the Tigoni Brass necklace and Wide Ruma horn bangles. If only my birthday was coming up.
The Selby, one of my long-time favourite bloggers, visited three Nordic Chefs in Stockholm and took pretty pictures. I love Swedish food – as far as I know from one visit to the capital a few years back and many cheap meals eaten at the Ikea Cafe in Dubai. Next time I’m up in Scandy-land, I’ll pop into Mistral. Looks delish.
I had to smile when I saw this. The day before, we’d visited the Musée des Arts Décoratifs, which is part of the Louvre, and marvelled at the Hussien Chayalan exhibition (separate post to come). I even considered buying the schedule, but at €79 it was a little out of my price range. Much better to find it on Amazon for £32.71… Smug times two.
Biggest make-up trend this season is the ‘fully lined, feline eye’. Meow.
What do kids wear when rioting. It changes from city to city, apparently. I think I’m the beanie, slogan tee, Japanese-platfrom/sneaker-hybrid wearing rabble rouser. All jokes aside – it’s great article. Read it here.
This is without doubt my favourite line in the whole magazine. It’s in an article by Suzy Menkes about the (very handsome) designer Haider Ackermann. It’s worth a click just to see the photo of him. Lush.
They’re models and they’re smart. Cameron Russell goes to Columbia. Lily Cole just graduated from Cambridge. Sonia Dara wows at Harvard. Jane Randall went to Princeton. Kinga Rajzak is a Goldsmith’s alumnus. Who’d have thought?
There’s something about Juno Temple - pictured here for a feature on evening gowns. I don’t dig the dress, but her face and hair delight. It’s her raspy, baby girl voice, however, that gives chills. Not that you can hear it rising from the pages of a magazine. That would be silly.
I’m blushing with embarrassment over here. I’d honestly never heard of Esperanza Spalding before I picked up the mag. Apparently, this singer is bigger than Bieber – or better, at the very least – so say the Grammies. Love her look, will make note to listen to her music.
Of course, that’s not all. Clicky clicky to read the full magazine online. You can’t get fairer than that, right?
What do you think of my new feature? Please leave me a comment below to let you know your thoughts. Australian magazine Frankie is next – I’m reading it in New York. Naturally.
All images (except for the magazine cover) © Kate McAuley