Don’t worry, your eyes aren’t deceiving you. This isn’t my post from last weekend. Nope, I’m here again baring more gifts in the form of the Valentino haute couture collection. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. Resistance, as they say, was futile. I’m like a moth to a flame when it comes to pretty dresses that look like they’ve stepped off a cloud. And as I previously declared, this collection is like a fairy tale dreamland. Thank you, Valentino fairy godmother. You’ve made my wishes come true. As if my first photo dump of beautiful backstage and beauty photos weren’t enough, you’re in for a real treat: more! Yay! (Or maybe only yay for me?) The difference this time, however, is that I’ve stumbled upon some incredible backstage photos, and they were just TOO gorgeous not to share. If you thought the collection was beautiful on its own, just you wait until you see it through the eyes of this photographer! Holy cow…
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Hello, hello, from your friendly neighbourhood couture fanatic. (A.K.A. moi.) True to form, I’m dropping in to share my seasonal dumping of prettiness from fashion week. My collection of choice this round: Valentino. I looooooove. Or rather, j’adorrrrrre. Absolutely gorgeous from head to toe. Emphasis on the “head” especially this time around, because, hello there pretty hair, crowns and make-up. And everything else too, obviously, because this collection is the master of the pretty with its subtle, shimmering bits; soft, flowing fabrics; pale whites, and muted turquoises and lavenders; and general weightlessness. True to form, the combination of said things equals the path to my heart. Add in some metallics and a bit of a medieval flare, and that sounds pretty dandy to me!
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Hearts, stars and horseshoes, clovers and blue moons, pots of gold and rainbows, and the red ba… no wait, that’s the Lucky Charms jingle. But you can’t help but want to sing that little song when browsing the Dolce & Gabbana collection, non? I can’t anyway. Like the silly cereal song, this collection just flat out makes me happy. It’s plain fun. And I love that.
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Over night, I seem to have developed a rabid obsession with grey nail polish. No idea where it came from, but I woke up one morning with a sole goal on my mind: “Must. Find. Grey. Polish.”
I’ll be the first to admit, I’m not the most loyal polisher. I tend to go through phases of painting my nails for a few weeks, and then forget about it all together for a few months. At the moment, as I’m sure you’ve guessed, I’m riding the nail polish wave. Grey all the way, baby!
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Ladies and gents, in my old age, I fear my eyesight may possibly be failing. Gasp, shock, horror! – I think I may need to wear my glasses full time. I’ve had glasses for distance since I was about 13 years old, but I’ve only ever needed them to drive or when I go to the movies, etc. I actually don’t mind wearing them, but I would resist them at all costs in the obscene hope my eyes would magically cure themselves someday. Turns out, eating carrots as if I were one of my favourite hoppy-legged, twitchy-nosed friends is fruitless. (Or should I say… veggie-less? Yay lame jokes only I chuckle at.)
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