Paris Fashion Week(s)

  (both pictures above by The Sartorialist in Paris) 

FASHION WEEK AHHHHHH!!!!!!
 The blogs have ablaze with footage and comments from all the Fashion weeks across the globe.

(picture from Face Hunter in Paris during Fashion Week)

First, though, let's talk about Vivienne Westwood. If you don't know her from her designs, you probably recognize the name from Gwen Stefani's "Rich Girl":

Think what that money could bring
I'd buy everything
Clean out Vivienne Westwood
In my Galliano gown 

Or maybe if you are a loyal reader of my blog (a girl can dream, can't she?), you remember this picture above from A Spot of Tea @ Printemps with Vivienne W. shoes. Ali and I went goo-goo-Lady-Gaga over these.

However, I primarily want to higlight VW's 2010 collection because of the pic below from Jak and Jil. 

 This was a model in her runway collection! How can makeup be so beautiful-ugly-freaky-sexy-mesmerizing at the same time? Well, this collection accomplished it!                            

The review of the show on Style.com said, 

"As the models walked past in their disheveled finery—wraps that could have been made from blankets found in an old country pile; seemingly sloppy but in fact artfully constructed sweaters and dresses slipping off the shoulder just so; smeared red lipstick with heavy black eye shadow—it felt like one had stumbled upon a massive rave in an aristocratic country house, just when the acid was hitting." HAHAHA

Her show obviously had a little influence from two movies. One being:

and the second being:

Would you like a spot of tea?

To wipe the slumber out of my eyes, I got my day started by drinking my hot tea (as always) and listening to late 70s/ early 80s power ballads. I'm talkin' "Sister Christian" by Night Crawler, "Juke Box Hero" by Foreigner and "Jane" by Jefferson Starship. As much fun as it was singing "THAT ONE GUITAR!!" in the shower today, I owe any existing pep I have in the mornings to hot black tea + wild, dark honey + lemon in my cute cup.

 

So this blog is dedicated to the ones I love: Tea and honey.

But you can't forget the honey!! The honey must be the right kind too....Wildflower or Wald honig or miel de forêt--preferably local.


The Secret Life of Bees expresses what my father has always told me about honey:

"We lived for honey. We swallowed a spoonful in the morning to wake us up and one at night to put us to sleep. We took it with every meal to calm the mind, give us stamina and prevent us from fatal disease. We swabbed ourselves in it to disinfect cuts or heal chapped lips...Nothing was safe from honey...August said honey was the ambrosia of the gods and the shampoo of the goddesses."

     I even found necklaces to match my obsession from a shop in London: http://buddug.com/page8.htm