The Fashion World of Jean Paul Gaultier From the Sidewalk to the Catwalk does exactly what it says on the designer label - it's a retrospective showing the accomplished style journey of the French, avant-garde couturier and his many inspirations. And it is HUGE. From start to finish this show is all killer, no filler.
The word luxury is brandished about a little too frequently these days. As a result the definition of luxury has been watered down too much, steering away from the skills and traditions that it relied upon, and moving towards implying a more "bling" lifestyle that can be considered often rather vacuous.
The femininity and romance continues with bold and rhythmical flowers and leaves designed to move sensually with the body - in particular, the hand finished diamante drops and peek-a-poo aesthetic of the sheer base teamed with seductive suspender belt, thong or brief. It's super pretty, super feminine, and super expensive.
Paul Weller cuts a lithe figure in a black crew neck sweater and dove grey slacks that ride a couple of inches off the ground. His round-toed calfskin Chelsea boots gleam under the lights. A flashgun snaps at his every move as his gimlet eye rakes the clothes rack that lines the far wall of the West End showroom.
Marks and Spencer is fast becoming - if not already become - the fashion industry's favourite whipping boy/girl. Watch the claws come out around its second Leading Ladies campaign, as columnists furiously tap away their thoughts about why it sucks, what it did wrong and what M&S needs to do to be successful. But seriously, it's getting a bit tiring.
I hate phrases like wedding diet and bikini fit, because they imply a burst of discipline and stricture that just isn't sustainable after the event takes place. Worse, you may find that it doesn't give you the results you wanted. So this is a short guide to what worked for me, and what has sustained.
Last spring saw one the release of the most perfect fashion collections in recent memory, from Alexander McQueen. Based around bees and women as worker bees, this fantastically visual theme was cross-pollinated with the brand's dark romance. Immaculate construction ensured each elegant look was executed in the most high fashion way.
The skinny models don't make me feel bad about myself (and, to be clear, that's not because I'm in any way model-esque. Picture the average woman. That's me). Nor do the "real" models make me feel good. When it comes to magazines like Vogue, I want to see something beautiful - something magical. I value the escapism these publications offer...