pic is courtesy of Paolo Roversi
Here’s my WSJ piece on the thriving market in used Kellys, Birkins and Chanel 2.55s
Here’s my WSJ piece on how not to look like a sad middle aged loser (amongst all those other sad middle aged losers) during the festival season
Of course, if you want to look like KM you could just wander around in shorts and wellies, clutching a styrofoam cup in one hand and a ciggy in the other……
Earlier in the week I went to the opening of the Ballgown exhibit at the V&A. If you want to know what I really thought about that you’ll need to read my column next Friday. But in the meantime, the very good bits were the projections onto the domed ceiling of the newly refurbished wing…
meanwhile… I don’t approve of Fakes but sometimes… they are ingenious. Here’s my friend Frances’s brilliant Chanel…. well actually its her daughter Eliza’s. Eliza found it at a vintage store in NYC apparently
and finally. Isn’t it time the term ‘trainer shame’ was introduced? By which I mean if you need to pay money to someone to put your through your paces over some sort of preposterous assault course in a public park in view of the whole world; you might need to think about getting a new life, or a new trainer or alternatively, just find some place private for your ritual humiliation….