Here Chuc Chuc …
Gosh. The humble espadrille is not as humble as you think. The Chucs esapdrille that is. Charles Finch points out that they are the only double-soled espadrilles (he owns the machines that makes them) … and that they are very good for … spanking. Who needs the sunshine when you can have a good double-soled espadrille spanking? If all press days were like this – you know – the ones where the owner of the brand, who also happens to be an entrepreneur and movie mogul, is happy to have a laugh and make you feel like you’re chatting with one of your friends – then I’ld go to more of them. “What do you think of the window?” he asks as we stand on the pavement at 31 Dover Street outside the Chucs Dive and Mountain Shop. Read the rest of this entry »
HEAVY METAL
LAST NIGHT IN LONDON … Well, almost quite a few last nights ago Tiffany’s urged me to “Think Pink”. From the tantalising rose coloured bubbles dancing in my champagne flute handed to me as I entered those magical doors, to the Marge Simpsonesque puffs of pink candy floss servedfor a sugar rush, to the juicy pink-on-the-inside-mini-burgersthat I perched on the glass tops of counters that are usually laden with Hermés Birkins and the weary elbows of husbands punching in their four digit credit card security codes. Read the rest of this entry »
WHY YOU NEED A MAN WHEN IT’S COLD.
It’s a man’s world you know. No matter which way you look at it. And it’s not always such a bad thing. Especially if you’re looking at it from the point of view of a man’s wardrobe. For whilst we tell you to splash out on update-your-wardrobe prints (scarf, animal, or tribal you know), and to snap up anything in a candyfloss coloured pastel shade, there’s no denying the simple frosty fact that it’s cold out there. Read the rest of this entry »
ONCE UPON A TIME TODAY…
Once upon a times can start any day. And when they do, you simply never know where that once upon a time will lead you. My once upon a time led me down a familiar Chelsea street, past glossy haired girls with impossibly long limbs, past art galleries where you can bank on a Banksy and to a place where once upon a times take on a tasty hue. I sipped on a heady brew of Turkish coffee, served with a morcel of heavenly pistachio Turkish delight. Read the rest of this entry »
START AS YOU MEAN TO CONTINUE
LAST NIGHT AT THE DORCHESTER PART II: Fashion. It’s full of surprises. Just when I thought I’ld seen it all, along comes something fabulous and refreshingly new. It’s always good to start the way you mean to continue. So starting out what will be the first of many press viewings in the milky marbled rooms of the Dorchester’s Spatisserie with a tantalising glass of champagne - is, a very good place to start indeed. Read the rest of this entry »
A LIMITED EDITION BENTLEY AND A SHOEMIDOR PLEASE
Thursday morning, blue skies, sunshine, Berkeley Square, a Bentley Continental Flying Spur, a croissant, a cappuccino and a Viscount. All before 10am.It suddenly dawned on me as I sat in the sumptuous plush leather of the Bentley, dazzling like a preening red carpet goddess on the Jack Barclay showroom floor (the car that is, not me), well, it suddenly dawned on me as I caressed the liquid like texture of the glossy Santos rosewood veneer, specially selected for David Linley’s customised interiors – Read the rest of this entry »
THE OTHER NIGHT AT THE DORCHESTER….
“It’s like when you kiss a man after he’s smoked a cigar. No. No. No. It tastes like when you’ve kissed a man after he’s smoked a celebratory cigar.” That’s what it tastes like then. That ice-cold spherical glass of frozen looking lava the colour of the setting sun, the flavour of the air over the deep blue Mediterranean, enjoyed somewhere from the cliff tops of Ez.With a man smoking a celebratory cigar. That’s what happened – in a glass – the other night at The Dorchester . Read the rest of this entry »
