Last year I had an Australian landlord. He was laid back, always asking me 'how're you going?' and never concerned about anything but the Ashes. Caslazur has the same vibe; her girl is cool and calm. She turns heads, not because she looks a million dollars, but because her clothes have it all worked out.
It's difficult to think of a greater embodiment of wealthy people being able to purchase advantage for their offspring and puts me in mind of an excellent Simpsons scene where Montgomery Burns attempts to buy a place at his alma mater for his son, who is so stupid that Yale set the price of entry as being 'an international airport'.
Belgian- born designer Jonathan Riss has always had a proclivity for beautiful design and intricate detail. At 18, he had wanted to become an architect and contemplated on a move to New York. Ever the artistic nomad though, he disliked the thought of being geographically static while going through formal education. And so he travelled- to learn.
Now I've always reckoned that girls have it a little easier than us boys when it comes to glad rags. The classic little black dress is a failsafe, and the sheer number and variety of cuts, styles and fabrics that women's clothing comes in mean that girls really don't have to as much thought in order to look special.