Blog Archives

Tag Archives: River Island

Random House New York

Random House New York

Read more...

When Hedi Slimane took on the job as chef designer at YSL and cut the “Y” out of the famous initials to change it into Saint Laurent, I was a little bit grumpy. Yves has always been one of my design heroes, and especially the shoes they created before the take-over (my dear Troopers, my sweet Tributes, my adored Triptoo’s...) are still grazing my shoe-closet as must have classics.

But then again, that was before Hedi’s first show hit the runway and with it an irresistible 80ties rock 'n roll vibe, “laid back cool” attitude, ready to boost your inner fashion “I don’t give a sh.t, I simply look that great” goddess. It’s such a pity that daily life does not come in black & white, because with wearing these clothes you will certainly feel like an aspiring groupie (whatever age) lounging somewhere backstage being captured in a random Annie Leibowitz grainy photograph.

The balance between sophisticated and that tad of sluttish-ness never felt so desirable and most certainly after I tried the (already a classic) Bianca Bow Sandal I am a fan of the footwear too. Unfortunately Hedi never returned my calls so I am still wondering about the name change, but honestly: as long as there’s some shimmering logo cherishing the bags for old YSL times sakes I am just fine.

That, and I’m forever grateful that another old’ gal is presenting the brand (hello Joni Mitchell age 71!) in the new ads, so I feel entitled to do a little advertising too.

xxx

Today’s shoes are Saint Laurent | Paul Warmer
Want them? Get them here!

Sheer Top: Bluemarine | Tassled Necklace: YSL | Jacket: La Condessa | Skirt: River Island | Fishnet thights: Wolford | Bag: Saint Laurent for YSL

Follow me on Instagram or Facebook for more fashion fun!

Obsessions of May

Obsessions of May

Read more...

Since my ambitions to visit my dream-continent and aquaint it with a couple of my heels to more or less “rumble in the jungle” failed miserably, I found myself very “Out of Africa” indeed. Weeping over the missed chance to fly to Joburg I clung to books, pictures, music, films and anything else with some kind of African flair, plus most of the time I dressed like some escaped bush-native decorated like a christmas tree. The tribal version than. Freshly Ground (SA Afro-Fusion band) and Arno Carstens (SA singer) became my best friends while I daydreamed of being Meryl Streep, lounging with a glass of (South African) wine somewhere in the steppe, desperately awaiting my Robert Redford. A pity Robert never showed up and the steppe just turned out to be my couch. *deep deep sigh*

The only good thing to come from not making the trip: I spared some money, so was able to actually buy myself one of these African inspired high heels I have become so obsessed with. And I am now a pro in contemporary South African dance (aka moving wildly and uncoordinatedly, burning shit loads of calories). Ready for the next braai* bro!

xxx

Todays shoes are Charlotte Olympia
Trousers: D-Squared | Bag: River Island | Bangles: Green Market Capetown | Top: Irene Heldens

braai* = South African Barbeque

zp8497586rq

Punk’d

Punk'd

Read more...

Haven't been in Berlin for six years, so am expecting to find a lot of things different. Certainly the "smell" of the city has changed from Curry Wurst to Döner Kebap, but other than that, am surprised that style-wise I find everything still stuck in 2006.

Guys (the hip and cool section)- wrap their beardy necks in scarfs every shape and form, while the intellectuals (isn't everybody in Berlin intellectual?) wear corduroy pants (brown) combined with sleevless pullovers (brown checked pattern) and headgear (brown). Kind of a camouflage look to fit the color pattern at the BIO-alternative supermarkets which popped up at every corner. The ladies therefor still fancy to sport slouchy boots and full lenght skirts (am kind of jealous of the effortless chic) and a messy bun.

But blame it on all the Punks who still can be spotted everywhere, that I believed a combination of studded heels and neon-printed tiger legging (Nina Hagen would be so proud of me) would totally fit the fashion doctrine of the city. That was of course before a four year old pointed out at me shouting: "Mamma, look at the funny woman. Can I have that outfit for carnival?"

Duh. Punk'd.

xxx

Today's shoes are River Island

Massive Talent

Music and Lyrics

Read more...

Don’t know if I mentioned this before, but my first career in life was actually not walking successfully in high heels (aka Lady Gaga: born this way) but being a classical piano player. Therefore, I couldn’t be more supportive about a young generation finding their keys (aka entry) to music delight.

It’s quite a different story though when you wake up after a long night out (after all, you are on vacation) - having re-met eldest friend (we go all the way back to when Chris Rea was considered to be hot) - to some weird sound that makes your toes curl (and not fit in any kind of heel at all): my nephews practising their instruments. Bearing in mind that they are getting tired of playing a flute, the acoustic guitar and the humble piano, and now demanding to get a drum kit and an e-guitar soon (a plus though: they totally get what chick’s dig), don’t see myself visiting for the next ergh... ten years.

Will show up at first concert though, dancing front row and telling everybody who wants to hear that I always knew they had talent. They will have to be so patient. I so suck at singing along....

xxx

Today’s shoes are River Island
Today’s picture was taken by my eldest and most lovely friend Eva Reintsch

Bought an Island

Bought an Island

Read more...

Richard Branson did it. Leonardo di Caprio tried it (but ran out of booze after 12 hours and sold almost immediately). The glossies are full of it, apparently it’s the new thing to do. So why not give it a try… buy yourself an island and live happily ever after? Or buy two islands, whatever. Hopping is the new staying.

Somewhere warm, cosy, colourful and where you can wear a bikini. Totally makes sense to me when in the Netherlands everyone is busy building Noah’s ark (well, tried that one too, but couldn’t fit the Guccis next to the penguins and the zebras felt insulted by my Jimmies (fair enough: they look alike).

So my own island seemed like the perfect solution to all recent problems. No rain or weather related problems whatsoever, decent people around asking if they can be of any help, joyful moments when your only concern is which nail polish will match your outfit….and what outfit to wear anyway… So many options, and gosh, just wearing heels would do the job, right? I see tremendous pictures coming up. Me, the sunset, the heels, palm trees. A cocktail in one hand, a shrimp in the other (not talking body parts)….oh life is beautiful!

About the island. Well it’s just this little French place…Île de la Rivière….
You know….
xxx

Today’s shoes are River Island

How the hell does she do it?

How the hell does she do it?

Read more...

One of my best friends arrived in Amsterdam earlier this week.

Writing for a life-style magazine, she and her photographer are doing a city report with a hot Caribbean singer. After the obvious 2 hour flight they rent a car and dash to a spring ball in Vlissingen (another two and a half hour drive), only to find that it’s actually a disaster.

From that moment on everything goes wrong: hot Caribbean singer vomits all night and it looks like the “City report” is literally going down the drain, bed in the apartment is broken, hair blower and shaver (ladies essentials) appear to have been forgotten at home.
And to top it all off, I totally forget to tell her that parking in Amsterdam (being a nightmare in general) is definitely NOT a good idea without paying at ANY time.

Shoes, shopping and alcohol (in no particular order) are definitely the only things that will help to ease this drama! In the end my sweet friend has not only managed to get her report, but meanwhile scored hot heels, arranged a new interview with Chopard and looked drop-dead marvelous at our favorite fashion-pit stop YDU.

Bewitching the bar crew on our gals night out later (one twinkle of her eye does the job), we soon find ourselves more or less behind the bar, drinking on the house, and end up (seriously) being carried out in their arms.

I can only ask myself: how the hell does she do it?

xxx

P.S.: Today’s shoes are River Island
P.P.S.: Today’s photo was taken by the lovely Nadine Poncioni