Well . . . . . . .
I am back from London fashion week and I had an amazing (eye opening) experience. I saw a few fashion shows and one in particular that blew me away was the Ashish show. Everyone that knows me is aware that I am obsessed with embellishment and sequins, so not surprisingly I really enjoyed seeing these heavily sequined items from Ashish.
I also thought the dusty pink eye shadow and dark red lips look worked really well with the clothes and can only wish that one day my lace up boots wil sprout daisies!
The press release sent to me describing this collection was both whitty and pretty funny! :
I am back from London fashion week and I had an amazing (eye opening) experience. I saw a few fashion shows and one in particular that blew me away was the Ashish show. Everyone that knows me is aware that I am obsessed with embellishment and sequins, so not surprisingly I really enjoyed seeing these heavily sequined items from Ashish.
I also thought the dusty pink eye shadow and dark red lips look worked really well with the clothes and can only wish that one day my lace up boots wil sprout daisies!
The press release sent to me describing this collection was both whitty and pretty funny! :
This gardener's daughter has more than green fingers. And, like the plants she nurtures, she'll burst into flower as summer approaches.
Until then, she decorates herself with a profusion of blooms - from blowsy roses on a battered straw fedora to sequinned sunflowers that Van Gough would give a second ear to paint.
She may be floral, but she's not flowery, despite wearing more flowers than a herbaceous border. In fact, the shapes she wears are simple - shorts, sweats and shifts, each one decorated with prize-winning specimens.
But this garden is no romantic idyll. Each flower is displayed against a graphic backdrop - from the sun-warmed bricks of the walled garden to the dappled shade on the lawn at twilight. Or sharper still, the strict geometry of a nautical stripe and the monochrome squares of a chessboard, provide a clear contrast.
If anything, she likes the showier blooms - from saucer size Oriental poppies that emblazon her baggy jeans to the French marigolds on a crisp cotton shirt.
Naturally, as the fairest flower in the garden, she's not averse to a spot of weeding out the competition, by donning an asymmetric sequin sheath that leaves little to the imagination.
So when she brandishes her secateurs be warned - she's not thinking of flower arranging....
Until then, she decorates herself with a profusion of blooms - from blowsy roses on a battered straw fedora to sequinned sunflowers that Van Gough would give a second ear to paint.
She may be floral, but she's not flowery, despite wearing more flowers than a herbaceous border. In fact, the shapes she wears are simple - shorts, sweats and shifts, each one decorated with prize-winning specimens.
But this garden is no romantic idyll. Each flower is displayed against a graphic backdrop - from the sun-warmed bricks of the walled garden to the dappled shade on the lawn at twilight. Or sharper still, the strict geometry of a nautical stripe and the monochrome squares of a chessboard, provide a clear contrast.
If anything, she likes the showier blooms - from saucer size Oriental poppies that emblazon her baggy jeans to the French marigolds on a crisp cotton shirt.
Naturally, as the fairest flower in the garden, she's not averse to a spot of weeding out the competition, by donning an asymmetric sequin sheath that leaves little to the imagination.
So when she brandishes her secateurs be warned - she's not thinking of flower arranging....
