|Entire ensemble from Haider Ackermann (photographed by Jon Wellers for French Elle).|
The time flew by yesterday -- early into Paris, late coming home. It felt strange indeed not writing a post.
Today is a bits and pieces day, full of items I, and by extension I hope you, will find interesting and entertaining.
Before we get to the headlines, let me show you a photograph that would make My-Reason-For-Living-In-France exclaim: "Explain me that!?!" Well, cheri, I would like to, but I can't. It appears she either forgot to pull her skirt up or, the other possibility, it's falling off her almost non-existent derriere. Whatever the reason, somebody in charge over there liked the look.
My Bompard Catalog Is Here (!)
|The so-much-fun color chart.|
As I like to point out twice a year, my Bompard catalog arrived a few days ago. Monica Belluci, who certainly beautifully fills out a cashmere sweater, is the ambassadrice for the latest number. With few exceptions, the offerings are cautiously classic. Which is fine with me. What I like almost more than anything is the card with threads of cashmere showing the colors of the clothes and accessories.
If you didn't have an example of Coquillage (shells) for example how would you know it's the palest, palest lavender or that La Solitaire is a cross between sapphire and electric blue or that Aubépine (hawthorne, or may you would know if you knew what color a hawthorne is and you also know how to translate it from the French) is the palest, palest pink -- much lighter than Poupée (doll). Ruisseau (a brook or a stream) does look like clear, blue water.
The twin set with lace insets adds a new twist to the cardigan and "Marcel" beneath.
Little Things Mean A Lot
As you know, it doesn't take much to make me happy or give me a petit frisson of delight, in fact I'm almost feeling smug in regard to a purchase I made waaaay in advance of the official fashion moment sanction it recently received. Furthermore, I bought my shoes on markdown.
Sometimes even I'm amazed by my perspicacity.
I purchased my moccasins last year and look (!) they're hot. Exciting, non? In the small scheme of things that is. . .