I have been watching the build up to the wedding of Prince William and Catherine (read Kate) Middleton since 7.30am this morning, actually scratch that since last November. Am I dedicated or obsessed? Ok, don't answer that. As a major fashion chick all I have been thinking about is THE DRESS. It seemed like hundreds of designers names were thrown in to the pot: Westwood, Conran, Lepley, Temperley, but the victor was to be Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen. When Ms Middleton emerged from her hotel and entered the armoured car with her proud father, I was kind of hoping to see this:
Ok, ok, I am aware this was a crazy fashion dream, but what I saw in truth didn't exactly disappoint me. The much talked about gown was surely less about Sarah Burton the fashion forward Creative director at Alexander McQueen and more about her talent for creating beautifully made clothes, remember Lee McQueen was trained at a Savile Row tailor. The beauty of Kate's dress was really its simplicity, the beauty of the lace detailing, the long sleeves and pleated full skirt (reminiscent of Grace Kelly) and the fact it embodied her own chic, if often a little safe style. One complaint, make that two: I wish she had worn her hair up and secondly think the veil should have been longer, that aside I rather enjoyed the spectacle...Roll on Prince Harry and Chelsy Davy..errrrrmmm.
Monday, 25 April 2011
I love the mood just before a Beyonce record is released: the excitement, the heady high-expectation and (naturally) the outfit observing. Mrs Carter knocked it out of the park this Easter dressed flawlessly in AW11 Marc Jacobs (siiicccck) and with Jigga casually accessorising with his usual "coolest man alive" swagger, what's not to envy? Me...I'm not jealous.