Saturday, 24 April 2010
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Wednesday, 21 April 2010
Tuesday, 20 April 2010
Thursday, 15 April 2010
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Raf Simons
Numerous of suited men flashed by fastened with 'metallic snaps or affixed with fuzzy velcro strips' when this lush strappy clutch caught my eye racing through the Raf Simons spring/summer 2010 men's collection. The leather strap tied around the arm certainly does add a touch of masculinity appealing to the eye. Unfortunately this is the only photograph I found. So if anyone happens to know more about this eye-catching requisite, please do let me know!
F.S
F.S
Labels:
GQ,
Raf Simons spring 10
Saturday, 10 April 2010
Friday, 9 April 2010
Thursday, 8 April 2010
Monday, 5 April 2010
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Saturday, 3 April 2010
Thursday, 1 April 2010
élégance
Parisian air of elegance abounds her as she walks on her altitudinous Pierre Hardy wedges with a beautiful matching half open pink Fendi purse in her tender hand electrifying the crowd. What I find admirable are the vivacious colours of the wedges against the otherwise muted, black palette.
I'm unconsciously drawn to one particular stygian colour season to season which I tend to observe, wear, and breathe in all dark shades. It almost becomes an infatuation. Even though black, a basic necessity in everyone's wardrobe, is my favourite colour to wear, I'd gone a little too far with this seasonal concept becoming black and sinking to the aphotic depths of the ocean where almost no sunlight penetrates years on end. I now realise that there is nothing wrong with a little colour looking on the bright side taking Giovanna as a paragon. As long as I'm not wearing neon colours I should be fine.
F.S
I'm unconsciously drawn to one particular stygian colour season to season which I tend to observe, wear, and breathe in all dark shades. It almost becomes an infatuation. Even though black, a basic necessity in everyone's wardrobe, is my favourite colour to wear, I'd gone a little too far with this seasonal concept becoming black and sinking to the aphotic depths of the ocean where almost no sunlight penetrates years on end. I now realise that there is nothing wrong with a little colour looking on the bright side taking Giovanna as a paragon. As long as I'm not wearing neon colours I should be fine.
F.S
Labels:
the Sartorialist
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