I adore The Sartorialist, so I'm not sure I approve of a clothing line (isn't the point how individual and inventive everyone is?) and a TV show, full of producers who will probably "guide" the whole quirky enterprise right into mediocrity and soulessness. Cue lurking probable disappointment.
With the exception of the choice of Hermione as the face of Burberry, the decisions on which the economics of the fashion industry are founded continue to stagger and befuddle.
"Lacroix angrily slammed down the phone, having shouted that he'd never take a pound from that Monsoon woman." At least, that's how that story went in my head.
Christopher Bailey should have said what kind of day on the Thames he was alluding to when describing his encounter with Emma Watson. There are days when it is cold, dank and miserable and the Thames floods. Even when sunny and warm, I find picnics on the Thames attract wasps and midges, which is why I rarely enjoy eating al fresco.
I'm a little confused by Hermes decision to start its own crocodile breeding operation- I remember reading recently that Louisiana croc and gator farmers were experiencing a heavy surplus because of the decline in the luxury skins market. Anybody know why they'd want to use Australian skins instead?
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LACROIX, DAHLING.
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