I could feel it rising in me before I'd even had the chance to process what I was thinking. 'That Chanel dress Keira's wearing is so darn odd. Disturbing...', I tweeted, without so much as a second thought. There it was again, the judgyness: the cool, dismissive female-to-female criticism that slips so easily off my tongue.
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.
It's been a good year so far for BLUE Marine Foundation, the UK-based ocean conservation charity I'm involved with. In fact, it's been a good three years since startup. And this week was no exception: I felt a big flicker of pride when I saw the fantastic partnership that BLUE has developed with Kenzo come to life on the catwalk at Paris Fashion Week on Monday.
Paris Fashion Week is one of my favourite times, and whilst it takes place in the capital of France, it is very much an international event. And there are so many Brits there. It struck me that it could be fun to match some of these talented British fashion gurus, with that other French icon, and my specialist subject, French wine.
The arrival of the wedding dress at the end of a haute couture show is a moment of grace. The most anticipated look of the show, it provides a breathtakingly beautiful finale to each designer's presentation. With delicate lace detailing, lavish sequin embellishment and trains that seemed to stretch for miles.
The first place I went to after getting off the train was le Sacré-Cœur in Paris which is the most exquisite church I have ever visited! It was of course inundated with people especially what with it being Easter but I still managed to squeeze myself through the tourists to get an aerial view of Paris.
We need to talk about Yves Saint Laurent. Excuse me, Saint Laurent Paris. No, make that Saint Laurent by Hedi Slimane. Or is it simply Saint Laurent? Bugger. Anyway, when I say we have to "talk," I don't mean about the clothes. Given that I did not even bother requesting a ticket, I do not run the risk of not being invited back. Or invited in the first place. So here goes.