Show Reviews

Many show reviews nowadays are very detailed. Frills here, wool lame there; laser cut here, ruching there… There are even reviewers who attempt to describe every single dress in explicit detail… That’s very good of them to excercise the expert knowledge learnt in their three years worth of fashion design course.  Most of the people who read these review tho, are not fashion experts. Besides, the technology bloom allows people across the globe to browse show pictures in amazing details. So why do they do it?

Two of the best fashio journalists – Sarah Mower (British Journalist who fills in for for major show reviews) and Hilary Alexander (New Zealander but based in England who writes for the Daily Telegraph) – never dwell on excessive details. Instead they relay the overall feel of the shows, interject with facts and interviews and the occassional description of a dress that stands out.

It is always a joy reading their articles. Never preaches, never judges, only a truly amazing collection gets an obvious thumb-up. And in this fast paced and attention seeking blogosphere, positivity is a rare quality.


An Open Letter to Mr McQueen

Dear Lee,

I still can’t believe what I heard 4 hours ago. I can’t believe you abandoned us. It may seem like we don’t know you. But our love extend to you from a mere fashion cause. WE CARE.

Kate Moss – remember her? She, the person who was going through her darkest days, you supported her by wearing a WE LOVE YOU KATE t-shirt. The one who was your bridesmaid? You can’t talk to her about your sadness?

Your 5 siblings? You can’t talk to them about your sorrow?

Your partner?

My nan, who knitted me all my knitwear – hats, mitts, scarves, pullovers; who made my winter jackets; my dolly-wear party dresses when I was little; who told me I am the most beautiful girl in the world despite the chicken pox on every inch of my skin – passed 6 month ago. I cried tearless. I pawed through wallpapers and carpet. I pulled through. I knew there are more to look forward to. Every little pieces in life.

Your passing is more than just the loss of a talent. You are a person, who deserved love and support.

You didn’t give us a chance. You didn’t let us in. You didn’t even try.

I am angry with you. I am angry with you for letting these tears streaming down my face. I am angry with you for being so hopeless.

You gave us so much to look forward to every season. You gave us so much joy. And when it came to your life. There’s nothing we could do.

If there’s a time machine – I won’t go back to the 50s. I will come straight to your rescue.

A letter too little too late. I am sorry.

Lots of love,


Unfinished Business, Farewell, Lee McQueen

Founder of Alexander McQueen, Lee McQueen, 40, is found dead at 10am on 11 Feb, 2010 in his home in West End, London.

It is believed that the designer has taken his own life. His mother passed away two weeks ago. His mother had interviewed him for a newspaper in 2004 and asked him: ‘What is your most terrifying fear?’, to which he replied: ‘Dying before you.’ She said: ‘Thank you, son.’

Isabella Blow, a close friend of McQueen, also took her own life in 2007 .

Alexander McQueen’s official site is now shut down. Displaying the message asking for privacy for family to come to terms with his tragic passing. McQueen’s last tweets were:

1 Feb “From heaven to hell and back again, life is a funny thing. Beauty can come from the most strangest of places even the most disgusting places.” A few minutes later, he posted: “Why people ignore the ugly things in life but within this they are missing the beauty that lies under the rotten fruit!!!!!!!!!!!!”

3 Feb“RIP mumxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx,” he said. And a few minutes later: “But life must go on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

7 Feb “Sunday evening been an F—-g awful week but my friends have been great, but now I have to some how [sic] pull myself together and finish with the…”

His last tweet said “I’m here with my girl Annie Tinkerbell wishing Kerry the slag, happy birthday in NY, your [sic] 40 now girl time to slow it down we think.”

We all love McQueen’s designs. His mutant reptile shoes from his last collection will forever be my most favourite shoes.

McQueen was due to showcase his Spring/Summer 2011 collection in Paris in March. If the show is to go ahead, it will attract fans worldwide to pay tribute to the legendary designer.

We are incredibly sorry you’re no longer with us, Lee. Rest In Peace. We love you.

Bin It Sans Style

I have never been an advocate of the LV monogram. Like a slacked rubberband, the symbolism the wearer bears is trite and tired. Nothing screams ‘wealth! wealth!’ in a more demeaning way (sorry friends and family). If a few cherries don’t do, a fuchia paint brush won’t either. You think it was the end-of when cartoonists take the piss. But no, there are always people who up the game…

It could be a counterfeit bin bag. Maybe LVMH should divert their ammunition from eBay and focus on the manufacturer of this deeply criminal product.

But after seeing this… I’m not too convinced the above was a pirate product afterall. Marc Jacobs’ new invention, the £1000 Rainbow Besace bag (Ladies, next time the liners run out, get your fellas to pop down tesco for a roll of ‘Rainbow Besace’. Cool slang, eh?)  He famously told the Times last year that ‘”there’s this huge cult following of almost crazy people at Vuitton who just want whatever they buy to be exclusive.” And no, the refuse sack isn’t the last joke Mr Jacobs plays with the devout fans of Louis Vuitton.


What the fuck is this? Inspired by Slumdog Millionaire, Marc Jacobs present you with a Junk Fest. Dial tone telephone cords. Fabrics from the filthiest tramp’s swing skirt. Rotten fettucine from the Italian deli. If you look really closely, you can see mini tarzan swinging from tree to tree. E volia, for £26,000 you can be the butt of Marc’s joke.

The question is – who is laughing now? Maybe the revenue officier at LVMH and… every sane person?