Kate Middleton isn’t exactly my fashion hero, given her somewhat mundane personal style selections (don’t hit me!), but I must confess that even I, a jaded fashion freak, am occasionally charmed by some of her more impressive choices. My favorite thus far of her sartorial standouts has been the Grecian-style lavender Alexander McQueen gown she wore in July to the Hollywood BAFTA dinner, but I’ll admit I’m equally dazzled by this week’s stunning floor-length split-to-the-thigh Roland Mouret. I know she’s married to the prince and all (I mean, duh), but Kate is a young, fresh-faced woman who shouldn’t feel confined to matronly wear. In particular, I like to see some glamour from her. This gown is the perfect synthesis of proper (the length, the long sleeves, the high neckline) and punchy (the off-center zipper in the back, the daring exposure of leg, and especially those shimmering Jimmy Choos). To this I say, Kate may in fact be wholly worthy of her iconic reputation. [photos via People Style Watch]
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Christian Louboutin is synonymous with a unique brand of sexy, just-this-side-of-sleazy luxury. His famed heels literally need no introduction — the flashy scarlet sole says it all. The designer is a favorite of models, starlets, socialites, and run-of-the-mill rich girls alike, but if you’re not the kind of person who’s comfortable with shelling out $800+ for a pair of stilettos, then you’re SOL. He’s one of those designers who would never deign (or “pollute,” as Manolo Blahnik would say) his brand to a lower-priced, more accessible line: exclusivity is the name of the Louboutin game.
But for all the ladies out there who are dying to get their hands on something, anything bearing that signature glossy red, now’s your chance, and it won’t come at the cost of your entire paycheck.
Today in Things That Are Not At All Surprising: the queen of American fashion and the queen of American television are not gal pals. Rumor has it that the reason Kanye West turned up solo to the Met Ball on Monday night (and looked très bitter the entire evening) was that ladyfriend Kim Kardashian was left off the guest list that Vogue’s Anna Wintour, the co-chair of the event, had a hand in penning. Take these reports with a grain of salt — like most unfounded celeb gossip, they come from an “unnamed source” — but this beef sounds pretty damn reasonable to me. Kim has landed the cover, if not multiple, of nearly every major women’s glossy, but all things Kardashian have been suspiciously absent from Anna’s publication. It’s not a stretch to say that the Wintour/Vogue/Met Ball brand (definition: class) is on a diametrically opposite side of the spectrum from Kim’s brand (definition: ass). Case in point: though she wasn’t in attendance, she did live-Tweet the entire event. That’s not very Chanel, now is it? [Fashionista]
I’ll preface this Crave by saying I am literally Craving this right now, and as soon as you try it, you will be too. I consider myself fortunate to be able to say that ice cream is my only vice — well, aside from brut, brut rosé, prosecco, and any and all other varieties of sparkling wine beverages. I have also been known to get adventurous in the freezer section of the grocery store from time to time. Last night, my audacious nature while shopping for food led me straight into the arms of something called Adonia, which I feel is my destiny. A derivative of delicious gelato brand Ciao Bella, this new Greek frozen yogurt is fat-free, doesn’t contain any artificial sweeteners, and happens to be just 130 calories per serving (75 a pop, if you go for the bars), but what you want to know is how delicious is it? So, so delicious — cold, creamy, and smooth, with a texture somewhat like a more frozen Pinkberry. It comes in seven flavors (vanilla, raspberry, blueberry, key lime, peach, mango, and espresso), with bars in peach and blueberry. The peach is my favorite. You want to eat this. Adonia is brand new, but should be on the shelves of your grocery store of choice by the end of the month. [$6.99, Adonia by Ciao Bella]
Here’s a universal truth: Michelle Pfeiffer will never not be a total babe. I hope I look this good when I’m 40. She is 54. That is all.
I happen to think kuh-razy Karl Lagerfeld is the tops, most especially in a mankini, but for those who don’t find his mercurial behavior quite as charming, here’s something that’s basically impossible not to get all mushy about: this morning, Karl (or his publicist) tweeted this photo of his adorable kitten, Choupette, playing on an iPad. Predictably, it is to die for. [Fashionista]
Show me a woman who doesn’t love a spa day and I’ll show you a woman who is lying (or a robot, it has to be one or the other). In fact, I’ll bet every man would love a good spa day, too, if they’d just quit it with the preconceived gender notions. Whatever, man! You need a pedicure! Anyway, this Sunday is all about our moms, so there’s no better occasion for giving her a reason to pamper herself, if only for a day. Moms are notoriously high-strung and nerve-wracked (uh, maybe just mine? Anyone?), so these gifts will give her a damn good reason to relax and float downstream.
We’ve lost two great visionaries this week: writer and illustrator Maurice Sendak passed away on Tuesday at 83, and just yesterday we received the news that Vidal Sassoon, 84, died peacefully in his Los Angeles home due to natural causes stemming from his enduring leukemia. He eclipsed a troubling childhood in Britain, placed by his destitute immigrant mother in an orphanage for seven years following the departure of his philandering father, and began a hairdressing apprenticeship at only 14. He said of his vision, “If I was going to be hairdressing, I wanted to change things. I wanted to eliminate the superfluous and get down to the basic angles of cut and shape.”
Sassoon’s architectural insight freed women from the constraint of the stiff, artificial-looking styles of the late ’50s and early ’60s by pioneering sensual, low-maintenance hair that didn’t require wearing “hair curlers to bed” or “weekly trips to the salon.” Grace Coddington, the creative director of Vogue, was a model for the stylist in the 1960s, and said yesterday of Mr. Sassoon, “He changed the way everyone looked at hair. Before Sassoon, it was all back-combing and lacquer; the whole thing was to make it high and artificial. Suddenly you could put your fingers through your hair!” Coddington wore an original version of the stylist’s classic helmet-like five-point bob cut: “He didn’t create it for me; he created it on me. It was an extraordinary cut; no one has bettered it since. And it liberated everyone.”
As far as mothers go, Gillian Darmody isn’t the best, but she’s certainly the most manipulative. This gangster moll was just a teenager when she was impregnated by the biggest political boss in the sordid snow-globe world of Prohibition-era Atlantic City. Fast forward twenty-five years and she’s the matriarch responsible for Jimmy Darmody, who is following in his illegitimate father’s footsteps as a hard and fast crook while his young mother continues her career as a showgirl and occasional mistress. What follows is a twisted web of scandal, sex, slaughter, and deceit, complete with an Oedipal love triangle and beyond. Gillian Darmody is one shady lady, but she has the kind of wardrobe that would drive any self-respecting flapper-lovin’ woman wild. After the jump, a few pieces to get you into the dancing mood, alcohol restriction and incest notwithstanding. Wear these individually to avoid the dreaded “Halloween costume” effect. Keep reading »
Musician Pete Doherty is one of my favorite misunderstood anti-heroes, a true artist and transcendent thinker whose messages are often sadly sacrificed to his drug-addled lifestyle. He said it best in one of his own songs: “I’m so clever, but clever ain’t wise.” His inconsistencies are glaringly apparent, but Pete is openly, unapologetically who he is, and he’s so damn compelling!
His most publicized relationship goes without saying (I’ll just say it anyway, Kate effing Moss!) but he also happened to be a great friend (and predictably terrible influence) of the late Amy Winehouse. Together they created a series of bizarre, likely crack-fueled YouTube videos and I guess they made art together, too, because as part of an auction filled with his belongings, Pete is auctioning off a painting that he claims incorporates Amy’s blood. Yes, the musician says that his work, “a portrait of his band The Libertines,” was created with the help of his young son and the deceased siren. Amy’s mark is on the right side, next to where it says “Ladylike,” which is also the title of the painting. The piece is anticipated to fetch over £80,000 ($104,000 US) when it’s sold later this week in London. Of all the oddities Pete and Amy created together, why, oh, why couldn’t just one of them have been a song? [Hint]