distracted

currently distracted by:
- new technology
- vintage chanel jewelry
- dog tag necklaces (à la stephen webster, heather moore and especially black sheep and prodigal sons commission scrimshaw (on pre-ban vintage piano ivory/fossilized mammoth ivory!) mystic nostalgia...
- finance figures
- tim hamilton sheer silk tulip pants
-flacons of serge lutens anything (almost seems that way)

ben gorham. byredo.

I went on to Colette to indulge my lace mania via Valentino (you know, just in case the French market was getting whatever was left over from this season's past exploration in fairy-like lace decadence) and Ben Gorham was giving me the 'look'!! I. love. this man! He does have a daughter, Ines, so perhaps he's married and I shouldn't say anything naughty. I will, however, say that if he had been wearing a dress shirt (in this Colette pic) *large air gulps* I would have had to take a time out; take my somewhat regular lunch of a salmon croissant rather early.

But he isn't. So my blood sugar level's normal and I'm coherent. Only just. I remember I first came across Ben Gorham's Byredo bath products and scents at Barneys when I was picking up another scent (the Lys Méditerranée, by Edouard Fléchier for Editions de Parfums ). Trying to block the sales assistant's drivel (no offense, pet!) I fell for the word 'exclusive', naturally. I live and die for exclusivity if I can lay my hands on it; whether factory-made or DIY by yours truly. I think you can sell me just about anything with that word because I feel it's a guarantee that half the world will not be sporting the exact same whatever-it-is. So why am I writing about this? or anything at all?? I've no idea. I love this man, I said that. And I happen to love his products just as much, so why not share?

Anyhow, there's a lovely write up by Vanity Fair's SunHee Grinnell. Byredo — by redolent abbreviated, and thus aptly named — is made up of scents somewhat reminiscent of an older world, (but) in plain, unaffected bottles. I tried some and I had to get the Bal d'Afrique and Blanche! Absolutely delicious, but different enough from each other, the Bal d'Afrique being warmer. I almost bought the Fantastic Man as well. It's beyond. It must be the bergamot top notes which get to me. I need a (male) lover close by so we can wear it together and note how similar we may or may not smell. Oh lord! Hahah! I've noticed that I've this thing for ambiguous scents. Actually the appropriate word may be "unisex". And Byredo fits this yearning just perfectly; in fact, his scents may even be slightly more fem, with masc hints. E.x.actly! Perfect for me.[Kilian (my scent's Typical Me) available at 'exclusively' (haha) at Saks, and the aforementioned Editions de Parfums (at Barneys) are among my faves.] By the way, Ben Gorham is 6'5!! (he was a pro-basketball player). And those tattoos... those eyes... I'm honestly having trouble deciding whether to rave about Mr. Gorham or Byredo. Read the VF article.

Ooooh, there's a collection of the five most popular scents in miniature bottles named I married Adventure. While you'd be quick to think 'great starter set', I'd say... umm... This is perfume, you can't just shop online, you've got to go into the store and try 'em out on your skin. But of course, it's a different matter if it's a gift, whether you're the one giving, or being given.

Pink-pepper infused kisses.
PS. I lied. I'm clearly incoherent.

kelis. acapella.

because i love(d) kelis; naturally i'm only finding out about this video two months later. pop music flies by me.


Ciao!x

lace. romance was born.

There's just so much going on, isn't there? Feverish excitement. What with Resort showings and London's Graduate Fashion Week collections  (Hilary Alexander's reviews are keeping me grounded), I'm positively manic.  Just looking at the (resort) pieces is like a welcome breath of crisp fresh air in what's already becoming a stifling summer up here.

There's more craziness from the fact that: One, I'm standing on my tippy-toes trying to get a peek into the mobile tech sparring between the iphone and the evo, both of which I'm now pretending not to eye because I absolutely detest touchscreens. Secondly, can we say world cup?! Yes, I still love zippity-zilch about football and would never care to watch it, but a few folks are giving me the prep play-by-play and I'm caught up in the frenzy. And let's not talk about the actual drudgery with which I should be concerned. Busy busy. I love.

Given my need to stay cool, I'm reveling in sheer fabrics of which I can never get enough. I got thinking of lace pieces, the ultimate sheer luxury for me. I don't know if it's the Nigerian in me — Lord knows I can't name all the forms of lace that Nigerian women are wont to acquire from all corners of the world — or my overwhelming love for sheer exposure; but I love lace. I'm still swooning over Stella McCartney's lace jumpsuit from last year's MET Gala! Which brings me to the brand Romance Was Born, which I discovered browsing through online store MyCatwalk last year (I think). In my lacy revelry, I was trying to recall pieces that I loved and thankfully I was reminded of this picturesque ensemble from last spring (pictured right). The playfulness of the brand is engaging and for me, it offers wonderfully designed pieces in a — seemingly hitherto — unexplored manner. I can pick out a shirt that gives me a humorously sexy side and that just makes my day. And the name, you can't wear a piece under the label Romance Was Born and not feel delicious. You simply can't. 

But, it's not just about lace with RWB. Isn't this tongue-in-cheek 'condolence' dress from the current A/W collection divine? It's sold out on My Catwalk, where it actually went on sale, but it' still available at the Grand Social and Maximillia (only it's not on sale yet. (but. of. course).  Hmm... odd pricing too. Must make a mental note.

Let's talk a pleasurable big business, shall we?

x.xx.

black. and white.

This is a sham of a post. By that I mean, I'm hardly writing more than four sentences. Okay maybe more. While I really do want to rave about these Sharon Wauchob dress available in black and white (both of which I must. have. if it's the last thing I do), I've a meeting in half an hour. Can we just talk about the turnover cum falling neckline at the back? Can we say modern day romantic decadence? Thank you Reborn for being my sanctuary. You may not realize how often I'm daydreaming about the pieces you carry. Then again, you may. Especially if your tech person's been monitoring your site activity and a certain someone always heads straight to these Wachoub pieces. I bet he/she keeps thinking, "just make a choice, darn it!!"

I'm sorry I just can't choose one or the other. But I know I have to pace myself:
1. It's sale season and those pieces need to be marked down like yesterday.
2. I can not afford to buy two pieces at that #$%! price.
3. It's sale season.
4. Did I mention? Sale season. Thank you.

I do realize Canada is a different country, but honey we should be on the same calendar. Awaiting the mark downs with the patience of a wounded female baboon in heat. Lovely imagery, if you know anything about female baboons. Haha. I'm sorry.

Okay, let's indulge in these other pieces from Des Kohan, shall we?? The lace is just exquisite. And white's perfect for the summertime. I couldn't help wondering if they had the dress (top picture) in black as well; I know that as a white dress, it highlights the lace detailing much better than a black dress would, but wonders never end... And take a minute to revel in the contrasting skin tone, brown skin pulls off any- and everything!! The piccies on Dessie Kohan are much better and there's so much more to relish. Oooh and at Anastasia's as well.
I. need. to. seek. help. (I know this.)

Lotsa strawberry-flavored kisses.

the short on shorts

I love shorts.

However, I do sincerely feel like I can't justify paying over a certain price (twenty bucks) for a pair of shorts. My reasoning's something like this: except a pair of shorts, I mean the short shorts variety, is in itself a fashion statement — which let's face it, is usually less than 15% of the time — it just shouldn't be that expensive. Now, since it is not a fashion statement, it is merely a piece of fabric to protect my derrière and uphold my arbitrary claim to decency — or I'd sooner find myself trying to convince an officer of the law of my sanity, especially if I'm more than three feet from any semblance of a beach.

So you see, twenty bucks it is.

But, the exceptions, delightful little things they turn out, can be the most eye-catching and euphoria-inducing pieces when I happen upon them. Here's my current fave by Rick Owens, dark angel of über-chic, casual goth. I actually have a pic — you know by now I h.a.t.e. pics. But my doll of a cousin, an extraordinarily accomplished stylist cum lawyer (in London), made me take piccies not so far back. She deserves a post of her own, really. Anyhow, my panel shorts has been garnering me looks in this here city. I don't know what kind of looks because I'm afraid to look strangers in the face. Nonetheless, while the shorts required a little rework for said decency's sake, I love. love. them; they make me feel like I'm walking on air. A simple pair of shorts. Not only that, there's a pair in white (Luisa Via Roma).  That'll be harder to pull off. Haha. God save the queen me.

Meanwhile, I'll start scouring for the yummiest shorts of the season.



Best for today's remembrance holiday.
x.xx.

PS. Dear Luisa, could you make the customs process a tad easier.
Thanks, your lover.

moving.

i'm going to try to move my memoirs over to wordpress. it may take forever.
meanwhile, sale season starts. shop wisely.
if you wouldn't buy it for whole price, think carefully before you buy it on sale.


tender kisses.

gilt fingers

I came across this finger ring over the weekend when I found myself on tumblr wondering a million things about the utility of the site.  I thought I saved the tumblr page, but apparently not. (I've just been looking, but no swish!!) But I did 'like' the Cornelia jewelry page of facebook, a means of avoiding my ever-growing bookmarks, I 'spose. I love this ring very much because I never paint my finger nails — I'd rather plain finger nails than a glaringly chipped one every few days —so this is the perfect, most decadent alternative.
Thank you Cornelia Webb.

A letter:

Dear Cornelia,
I hope all is well with you.
Will you kindly have your PA check your email when you get a chance for my message about stockists and purchase options? I need to get a few of those... I'd really like ummm...ten, in all honesty. I'd need larger ones for my thumbs, I reckon. Do they come in different sizes?
Love,
Me.

PS. dear Cornelia you really deserve an award for this piece of brilliance.

PPS. This chain dress was made for me, I can't stress how important it is for both of us to agree on this. I need to find it and wear it to the non-event I've coming up; for instance, lunch down the block. I love uncomplicated glamour like that.  Respectfully yours.

Pics: Cornelia's facebook page and her webbie.



Gilded kisses.

five brilliant summer jackets. (men: oki-ni)

So when the tide turns and the women begin to get naked at the merest peek of the sun's rays, I think the men should oblige and add a little something extra to their ensembles. And I'm not talking the ubiquitous pastel polo that every tom, dickster and harriet is and will be sporting soon. I'd love to see a few more men in these...
(all available at the oki-ni emporium, jackets section)

This is so girl-meets-boy-girl-takes-boy's-jacket-and-they-live-happily-ever-after jacket. Seriously a pearlescent sheer jacket?? I want it.

Absolutely gorg print that would fit in both men's and women's wardrobes. I fell in love.
Darned women!! Why do we feel the need to usurp everything??
I know. I know, honey.


This quarter sleeve makes me happy.


Well, since you've seen the back, you've got to get it now. You can't not, right??

Huge lip-smacking kisses, one on each cheek.

global gathering: from how to spend it. (ft style mag)

These have got to be the one of the most beautiful styled works I've seen in a bit. Okay, quite a lot of people do sweet things with editorials; so it has to be the vibrant colors and patterns that made me gasp with pleasure upon seeing the images, there's no way to describe it. I want to be the woman who owns half these clothes.
Mission impossible sta(r)ted.
Go.
(The sweater Alex Wek wears in pic 5, (maroon, white print is by Duro Oluwo and available on Couture Lab, not too crazy expensive considering.) Maybe I'll try to do a replication of each in more affordable prices. I hate when people do this, it is never the same thing. Never.)


I do wish, however, that editorials that pay homage to the dynamic prints, patterns and colors that can by these very characteristics classified as inherently 'african' would use more african designers, and just as especially, use a variety of sets or settings. Barns or the open wild are just so passé, in my view. Does the woman who wears a pair of the issey miyake geometric socks (pic 1) look like she forklifts bales of hay?? I. don't. think. so. Okay maybe after she's done with her farm chores and is settling down into a high back Victoria Hagan chair to a cup of coffee.

Photographs: Andrew Yee
Stylist: Damian Foxe


Be back to append the names of the designers to the pieces. I've turned into one of those girls who goes to the hair salon every. week. (in my old age). I should do a hair chronicles... blah blah
x.xx.