Posts Tagged: Tom Ford

Post-Slimane’s Celine, 5 Epic Design Debuts That Bombed

Now that the dust has settled a little and we’ve gotten over our devastation that Phoebe Philo’s Celine is truly a thing of the past, let’s take a moment to regain perspective. We’ve seen whopping designer mismatches before, and also

Post-Slimane’s Celine, 5 Epic Design Debuts That Bombed

Now that the dust has settled a little and we’ve gotten over our devastation that Phoebe Philo’s Celine is truly a thing of the past, let’s take a moment to regain perspective. We’ve seen whopping designer mismatches before, and also

Milan’s Youthquake

It was a balmy late-September evening and Kat and Edward were drinking wine on his balcony and discussing fashion. Milan Fashion Week was over and Paris was in full swing. However Kat was still abuzz about London. She hadn’t been

Milan’s Youthquake

It was a balmy late-September evening and Kat and Edward were drinking wine on his balcony and discussing fashion. Milan Fashion Week was over and Paris was in full swing. However Kat was still abuzz about London. She hadn’t been

Dresses for Lionesses

The lionesses that stalk Milan’s streets, and secretly terrorize Kat, will not be short of wardrobe choice for Spring/Summer 2014. We have not even seen Dolce & Gabbana or Versace yet but their low growl that threatens to become a

Dresses for Lionesses

The lionesses that stalk Milan’s streets, and secretly terrorize Kat, will not be short of wardrobe choice for Spring/Summer 2014. We have not even seen Dolce & Gabbana or Versace yet but their low growl that threatens to become a

Fashion Week: Access All Areas

When I was a student, sneaking into a fashion show during London Fashion Week was a solemn rite; show jumping. I remember the nonchalance of the women strolling by, their cigarettes dancing ahead of them like will-o-the-wisps, their other hands

Fashion Week: Access All Areas

When I was a student, sneaking into a fashion show during London Fashion Week was a solemn rite; show jumping. I remember the nonchalance of the women strolling by, their cigarettes dancing ahead of them like will-o-the-wisps, their other hands