
Originally Posted by
normanduke
I hope your memory is razor sharp. Even for card carrying members of the glitterati, evenings like this are few and far between.
The planets align, the weather is perfect and the beautiful people come together to fiddle while Rome burns.
Why not ? Forget " domani." Domani never comes.
I, for one, appreciate your transcribing the atmosphere, the people and the must have items. It enriches my pathetic drone- like existence,lol, but beware ! In our Post Guttenburg Electronic Age, writing in public is extremely suspect.
Are you a spy ? Are you some kind of weirdo who READS ? Are you writing about THEM which is entirely different than being lauded by the Media for, say, and extremely chic and becoming new haircut ( no names ! ) J / K, Posh.
Even now, my low brow mentality logs through a soup of Pop Culture for instead of zooming in on Thomas Aquinas's ' Imitation of Christ ', I see the title credits to ' Imitation of Life ' a wonderful trash film from the fifties starring Lana Turner. Hundreds of huge diamonds float by while Nat King Cole sings : " What is life ? An imitation...."
I digress. Onward.
I like the Dolce and Gabanna bag also as I too am an afficianado of tassels. I would pitch the gold dangling D and G letters, though.
I think it's great to have what's rare, what's in but why announce it and make it easy for the man ( woman ) on the sreet ?
Make 'em work, that's my motto, lol, or reverse snobbery.
Clutch bags : I think the principle in play here is the same as not wearing a Sub with a tux. Handles / straps express utilitarianism, that you are not part of the fantasy and the implied luxe of the occasion and your silky outfit. The clutch is a concession that you need to carry something. Something non essetial like cigarettes. And a solid gold lighter.
I remember a piece of film in which Jackie Kennedy appears dressed in haut couture at one of their ( the Kennedys...he was President... J / K, Posh ) White House extravaganzas.
She is in the receiving line and without missing a beat puts her left hand behind her back to hand off her clutch purse to a uniformed Marine standing directly behind her. This attention to detail is real perfection as he was well briefed in advance that Mrs. Kennedy would do this unobtrusively, really unseen. The show was seamless till the President had his head blown off at high noon in Dallas Texas. But I digress.
As a full blooded son of France, I object, recoil really at the thought of some Anglais poseur sporting the Fleur-de-Lis as an object of decoration, a trifle, and no, not the chocolate kind.
This is as unseemly as stealing a coat of arms and the Fleur -de-Lis should not be worn by anyone who can not trace their ancestors to the French aristocracy before the Revolution ( no names ! ) lol.
I'm at a total loss to this Burberry plaid thing.
I have nothing against plaid. There are so many beautiful ones ( and Monsieur le Scot should have been proudly wearing one ) but why the same recognizable dreary brown over and over. Sigh.
I wonder if les amis de Valeska are aware that she is more or less edging on copyright infringement.
I speak now of most likely forgotten sixties supermodel Verushka, all 6 ft. 2" of her. Born Countess Vera von Lehendorf, the likes of her will not be seen on this earth again.
I go on and on, but as I've said, you Herculean efforts deserve a well invested response.
I look forward to your next post.
Norman
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