Janice always marched to beat of her own drum. To describe her style as eclectic was an understatement and to define her look on any given day could be perplexing for those with no imagination. However on a beautiful sunny day as Janice walked home from work there it was in the window at Gucci – the perfect companion for every outfit and one which truly spoke to her go-paint-something-geek-chic self, the Gucci Ophidia bag.
Gucci Ophidia bag featuring the double G detail, an archival Gucci code from the 70’s.
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls”. Anaïs Nin
Givenchy Spring / Summer 2019.
All images via: @vogueitalia on Instagram.
Clockwise from top-right: Gucci Osiride Embellished Leather and Coated-canvas Tote; Valentino Garavani The Rockstud Spike Embossed Mirrored-leather Wallet; Versace Medusa Gold-tone Ring; Cire Trudon Abd El Kader Scented Candle 270g; Chloé Gold-tone Necklace; Sensem Plissé-lamé Wide-leg Trousers; Aquazzura Baba Plateau Metallic Cracked-leather Platform Sandals; Bella Freud 1970 Metallic Knitted Sweater; Chloé Aviator-style Gold-tone Sunglasses; Catbird Tiny Dancer 14-karat Gold Earrings.
As Juliette walked towards the group of protesters her heart began to race. There they were, in their thousands, her sisters, her kindred spirit fashionistas carrying banners and signs, and crying out for the return of their beloved Phoebe Philo-era CÉLINE.
There was Camille in her scarf-print silk shirt from Spring/Summer 2011; Celeste in her plaid laundry bag coat from Autumn/Winter 2013; Lucie in her brush stroke print dress from Spring/Summer 2014; Ines in her glove shoes from Spring Summer 2015; Valentine in her slip dress from Spring/Summer 2016; and Romy with her Trapeze bag in one hand and red posca pen in another, who’d spent the morning roaming the streets defacing posters for the new CELINE campaign. “Bring back Phoebe, long live CÉLINE!”.
If you have strong feelings of nostalgia and have trouble relating with the new CELINE you can follow @oldceline on Instgram.
Image: Barrettes from CÉLINE Spring 2015.
“Do you dream about me?” she asked him. “All the time” he answered. She had been in control of their conversation from the moment they sat down in the emerald leather booth, playing with a silver charm bracelet dangling from her right wrist as she slowly and skilfully coaxed his life story out of him. He liked this and he liked her. Their waitress placed two cups of coffee on the formica table and a slice of apple pie with two forks “for you to share, it’s on the house” she said to them smiling. The forks looked too tiny and fragile to cut through such an enormous slice he thought to himself.
Later they shared an umbrella as they walked together in the rain, her moving the umbrella towards him, worried the rain would ruin his leather jacket, him manoeuvring her away from puddles so they wouldn’t spoil her boots. They walked past the restaurant where they first met two weeks ago, her working the bar where he was sitting alone, nursing an Old Fashioned minus the cocktail cherry, seeking respite from his obnoxious work mates in the private dining room above. Two doors down they entered her favourite wine shop where they bought a bottle of Shiraz and where, on another rainy day in two months time, they would have their first argument.
As they approached her apartment building they heard a faint rumble in the distance, a sign the thunder-storm the meteorologists had forecast was finally on its way. Inside her apartment he poured the wine they had purchased together into two glasses with “Alphabet Street Wine Bar” printed on them, “a souvenir from a recent night out with a very bad friend” she told him. She sat down on her sofa where they would make love that evening and unzipped her boots, sliding them off her feet and placing them down gently on the floor next to her coffee table covered with European travel guides and Vogue magazines. “I like your boots, they remind me of something Nancy Sinatra would wear” he told her. “That’s funny, my Mother is a big fan of Nancy. I’m named after her you know” she told him.
She took a sip of wine and laughed at how absurd it was to be named after someone she had never met.
Image: Mansur Gavriel Italian glitter blush ankle boot. Visit: mansurgavriel.com
Looking forward to seeing the works of British Artist Julian Opie at the NGV in Melbourne next month.
Julian Opie at NGV International from 9 November 2018 to 17 February 2019.
Main Image: ‘Walking in Melbourne 7’ 2018, Julian Opie
‘Walking in Melbourne 1’ 2018, Julian Opie
All images via: ngv.vic.gov.au
Dries Van Noten Women Spring / Summer 2019.
Images from: @driesvannoten on Instagram
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Versace takes ancient Greek statues and symbols and reinterprets them through Pop Art with their limited edition Palazzo Empire bag.
Vogue Paris October 2018 cover starring Kaia Gerber, photographed by Mikael Jansson.
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Prints and fun in the sun at agnès b. Women Spring / Summer 2019.
The powder room was empty. She put on her lipstick, her favourite shade “Fire Truck Red”. She saw him in the mirror, standing in the doorway. “You should lock the door” she told him. He did as she said. He walked over and stood behind her. She felt the hairs on her arms stand up on end. He sighed and kissed the side of her neck. He smelled good she thought. “I’ve stared at you across the table all night, who are you?” she asked him. “Somebody” he answered. “Is this OK?” he asked as he slipped his hand down the front of her trousers. “Would you still do it if I said it wasn’t” she replied, answering him with another question. “No” he said, pulling his hand out immediately with no hesitation. She smiled and pushed his hand back in.
This had always been her fantasy, a consensual encounter with a stranger or somebody she just met. She never understood the appeal of the fantasies some of her friends had back in college, of boyfriends climbing through their bedroom windows at night, balaclava hiding their faces.
The train rolled into the station. She stood up and smiled at the man sitting in the seat across from her. The one wearing a navy blue pea coat and reading a copy of The Catcher in the Rye. Her somebody that morning.
Image: photographed by Cassandra Coldeboeuf for Mara Paris. Visit: mara.paris
This beautiful book has more than 400 portraits of our favourite four-legged best friends from the 19th century to today, and includes works by Man Ray, Eric Fischl, Wolfgang Tillmans, Donna Ruskin, Fatima NeJame, Vincent Versace, Elliott Erwitt, William Wegman and Slim Aarons.
The Dog In Photography 1839-TODAY, Bibliotheca Universalis format by TASCHEN.
Image of Joan Collins and pooch by Slim Aarons, c. 1955.