May 16, 2012

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darklamb:

Karl Lagerfeld’s Resort 2013 collection for Chanel is a breath of fresh air. A contemporary homage to Marie-Antoinette, the super lovely dresses and separates were shown before the fountains at Versailles. It was a welcome change from the clunky, and I thought, over-produced look of the Fall 2012 show, and really went to the heart of what is Chanel and what is quintessentially French.

The color palette stayed light and super-feminine in white, gold, pale pink, pistachio green and baby blue, all of which Marie-Antoinette herself would have approved. The dresses were modern interpretations of the queen’s silhouette; Wide portrait necklines were draped with fichu collars with fine embellished details, waists were nipped in, and though their length was quite abbreviated, skirts were shaped by panniers underneath for a Rococo look.

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dickfacedamour: by Pauline Darley

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by Pauline Darley

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wetheurban:

CHANEL SPRING/SUMMER 2013 RESORT COLLECTION

Karl Lagerfeld presented the 2013 Chanel resort collection at Versailles today - taking inspiration from the paintings of Antoine Watteau, he created a quality collection that could we’d like to describe as Marie Antoinette meets rocker chick meets a pastel painted pallet. 

Uncle Karl brought a lot of crazy to the looks this time around, but we actually LOVE quite a few of the classic pieces (when you mentally break them down); the florals and rococo silhouettes, the colors. Though it’s a little out there for Chanel’s taste, we really dig this 18th century France meets 2013 vibe. Check out footage of the full show (above)!

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thelingerieaddict: via: The Lingerie Addict

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via: The Lingerie Addict

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April 17, 2012

this looks like it’d be her profile picture if she had facebook.

this looks like it’d be her profile picture if she had facebook.

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April 11, 2012

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I aspire to be this organised.

I aspire to be this organised.

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Seasonal affective disorder. Well this is a prettier way of showing what I feel. Maybe I’m surprised at how I am reacting to your departure, I feel like you have left a massive void and its only been a matter of hours. I think that is probably because I get hung up on the potential, the fantasy, the possiblity of future outcomes rather than the reality. I’ve always liked the idea of someone rather than the reality of who they are. Things always end, when I feel as though that they are just beginning. The thing is, it’d be stupid, foolish to compromise ourselves, our plans with no promise, but just an inkling, suggestion of what could be. You changed me. For the first time in my life, everything was drama free. When you irritated me, I didn’t let it get to me, because I knew it was only temporary. Nothing lasts forever. We didn’t make promises to see eachother again, we haven’t made arrangements too. In a real situation, everything would have ended much much earlier, we would have gotten to know eachother much much earlier, initially we would have spent too much time together, further down the track we would have spent less and less time together. I don’t know if it is the weather, or what the fuck it is, but I’m feeling deeply again, I’m noticing others again, all those songs are making sense. My the shuffle on my ipod is receptive to my mood again and keeps me dragging lower and lower. I didn’t love you, fuck I didn’t even like, you know like like you. But you left an imprint, an impression, I see the world differently, now. When I was with you, there were handfuls of moments I wasn’t there, I wasn’t into it, I wasn’t attracted to it, I thought it was obvious, but I guess not. I guess I am good at keeping myself closed off. But what I did learn, that at some point, for a little point in my life, for someone somewhere, I think, for a fleeting moment, (because in life, years a but fleeting, progressively fleeting) I want someone to be mine, and I want to be someones. Not dependancy, but rather mutual admiration. I think considering my flawed past, I deserve it at some point. It’s that thing, I miss you when you’re near me, but not when you’re gone. For the first time, I miss you when you’re gone and that’s only because I know it is the end. We will never be here again.

Seasonal affective disorder.

Well this is a prettier way of showing what I feel.


Maybe I’m surprised at how I am reacting to your departure, I feel like you have left a massive void and its only been a matter of hours. I think that is probably because I get hung up on the potential, the fantasy, the possiblity of future outcomes rather than the reality. I’ve always liked the idea of someone rather than the reality of who they are. Things always end, when I feel as though that they are just beginning. The thing is, it’d be stupid, foolish to compromise ourselves, our plans with no promise, but just an inkling, suggestion of what could be.

You changed me. For the first time in my life, everything was drama free. When you irritated me, I didn’t let it get to me, because I knew it was only temporary. Nothing lasts forever. We didn’t make promises to see eachother again, we haven’t made arrangements too. In a real situation, everything would have ended much much earlier, we would have gotten to know eachother much much earlier, initially we would have spent too much time together, further down the track we would have spent less and less time together.

I don’t know if it is the weather, or what the fuck it is, but I’m feeling deeply again, I’m noticing others again, all those songs are making sense. My the shuffle on my ipod is receptive to my mood again and keeps me dragging lower and lower.

I didn’t love you, fuck I didn’t even like, you know like like you. But you left an imprint, an impression, I see the world differently, now.

When I was with you, there were handfuls of moments I wasn’t there, I wasn’t into it, I wasn’t attracted to it, I thought it was obvious, but I guess not. I guess I am good at keeping myself closed off. But what I did learn, that at some point, for a little point in my life, for someone somewhere, I think, for a fleeting moment, (because in life, years a but fleeting, progressively fleeting) I want someone to be mine, and I want to be someones. Not dependancy, but rather mutual admiration. I think considering my flawed past, I deserve it at some point.

It’s that thing, I miss you when you’re near me, but not when you’re gone. For the first time, I miss you when you’re gone and that’s only because I know it is the end. We will never be here again.

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March 14, 2012

Androïde. Malgosia Bela in Dolce & Gabbana Spring 2007, photographed by Camilla Åkrans for Numéro #80, February 2007.

Androïde. Malgosia Bela in Dolce & Gabbana Spring 2007, photographed by Camilla Åkrans for Numéro #80, February 2007.

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