For a whole lot of people. For his family, friends. For those who worked with him down through the years. And for his fans. A broad spectrum of people from all different walks of life has mourned the loss of David Bowie today.
For all sorts of reasons.
Some will remember with fond memories dancing to his music when it was first released. Others, like myself, will have only discovered his creations later. (“Let’s Dance” changed everything for me)
Having only just gotten to hear his new album this weekend just gone, it just seemed so surreal that he is actually gone. He had been around, and recording music throughout my lifetime to date, so for me personally, I just couldn’t quite believe it at first.
His legacy is immeasurable, having inspired so many people around the world through music, art, fashion, film. The back catalogue of collaborations is a testament to how he currently sought to evolve, improve, push any and all boundaries. He was an innovative, driven and brave individual who has certainly left his mark behind.
Lots of people who are far more eloquent than me will write and eulogize his death over the coming days and months, so I’ll just leave it to the man himself to sing us out with Lazarus.
Last night’s Met Ball Gala was as always, a celebrity-packed affair. Held at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the guests certainly made quite an effort. Some, however, took the punk theme a little more literally than others..!
I think that those that stuck closest to the theme unfortunately didn’t quite pull off their respective looks, and possibly just lacked a bit of imagination.
Miley Cyrus and Madonna were definitely top of the list in this regard!
What can I say? Miley looks like she has been waiting all her life to go to a punk party. The end result? She looks like a spoilt brat with a bad attitude.
Madonna looks like, well – where do I start? Ok, first of all kudos to any 54-year-old stepping out in an outfit like this – that takes cojones..! 🙂
Some of my favourite outfits had elements of punk, but kept their own personal and individual styles.
Love the slick of lipstick on Rooney Mara – makes the whole outfit so much more edgy. And that dress – wonderful.
I’m not usually a big fan of Kristen Stewart’s style, but this colour really works on her, and her androgynous look really helps her pull off this Stella McCartney jumpsuit.
Emmy Rossum has managed to punk up this whole ensemble with fantastic smoky-eye make-up and a great braided up-do, showing off her fantastic bone-structure in the process. Predicting great things for this girl.
Next up: a few honourable mentions go to a few who looked amazing – even if they “forgot” that there was a theme…
Emma Watson’s cut-out, cutaway black dress was just edgy enough, without going over the top. The simplicity of her hair and make-up ensured that she looked the essence of elegance.
Zooey Deschanel looked simply radiant. Veering away from her normally kooky look, this white one-shouldered design highlighted her pretty features and great figure perfectly.
Ashley Greene’s dress had a bit of a dress-up feel about it, but teamed with glossy locks, and incredibly slick make-up, it all just works quite well. The opulence of the gold-flake style waist really brings the dress bang up to date.
Last but certainly not least – her Honourable Fashionable Self – Sarah Jessica Parker once again quite certainly stole the show, and lets us all understand why she quite simply still remains a style icon years after SATC wrapped up.
I’d like to thank.. the PortHouse, the wine they served, and… the wine.
How is it that the creative side of the brain seems to work that much better with alcohol? Why is that? It’s just giving everyone an excuse to drink in the hopes of being more.. em… artistic… yes, that’s what we’ll say.
Anyhow, ideas flowing this evening.
Every now and then, we all *try* to have that conversation of what are we doing, where are we headed to, etc., etc.
This evening, the wine spurred this on a little more than usual.
So plans are afoot!
The blog has been resurrected.
Eventually. So perhaps yes, the word resurrection is perfectly apt!
Watch. this. space! *
*I promise this time around, blogs will actually follow….
I’ll be the first to admit it – I have a sinful amount of clothes sitting in my closet, in my drawers, on shelves, on the floor.
Yet for some reason, every time I’m in town, I still find myself shopping.
Sometimes browsing, sometimes just having a look – but always on the lookout for THAT elusive piece of clothing that will spin my whole wardrobe on its head, and change everything. I will then be that fashionista. I will finally feel like the glamourous persona I have always wanted to be.
This, of course, is absolute codswallop. Codswallop is not a word I use lightly, or at all for that matter, as it’s a word that seems absolutely ridiculous to me, much like the mindset that we con ourselves into every time we traipse around the high street.
That blazer is going to completely transform all my trousers/skirts/dresses/t-shirts/blouses
Doubtful, my dear – if it did, it would be a snip for €90, and sure, wouldn’t we all have one!
This all came to mind for me today, as I led my fashion-conscious-yet-challenged younger brother around the shops, trying to dress him up to make the most of himself, whilst still trying to stay within his student budget. A tough job, but a cinch for a seasoned fashpert such as myself. As we walked around, I told him the old chestnuts of “don’t just buy those shoes just because they’re a bargain, because if you never wear them then they’re not such a bargain after all” and the other one: “decide what you’re looking for before you hit the shops”. In the meantime, I ended up buying two tops, a dress and a pair of trousers for myself. Which I did not need.
Where do we get this constant compulsion? Is it a female thing? Do the likes of Penneys, Matalan, Forever 21 actually know us better than we know ourselves? Is it the physical act of buying that gives us the adrenaline rush, or is that slinky top really the thing that keeps us going back?
The fact that I am probably subscribed to at least thirty fashion websites that send me daily updates on all of the bargains that I am missing probably isn’t helping any compulsions that may otherwise be content to lay dormant.
I really enjoyed myself today. Not because I went on a spree – it was only a little one… – but because I was helping others buy for themselves.
Which reminds me – I should be on commission in Zara, for the amount of business I’ve accummulated for them at this stage.
I will be starting a clearout this evening in my wardrobe.
Not a job that I relish – it’s one of my pet hates, and I feel so guilty every time for having let the state of it get so bad.
I will be rubbishing all that cannot be salvaged, donating what cannot be sold, and the small remainder shall go on eBay – one man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure and all that.
I shall also, forthwith*, be under a self-imposed clothes^ shopping ban.
I shall check and report any withdrawal symptoms – fever, shakes, etc.
Wish me luck.
Til next time, sayonara.
*For future reference, fancy words such as forthwith, show that I am at this moment, very determined to do as I say.
^ When I say clothes, I do have to remind myself that included in this ban are bags, shoes, accessories. Any loopholes and I’ll be back to square one.