Showing posts with label Wedges. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wedges. Show all posts
Monday, 30 June 2014
The Years of La Dolce Vita
Caught the last day of The Years of La Dolce Vita at The Estorick Collection of Modern Italian Art, celebrating in mono-magic, the heyday of Italian cinema. The pictures, from the '50s and '60s, captured glamour and fashion in equal measure as well as the emerging phenomenon of the 'paparazzo' here exemplified by the snapshots taken by the prolific photojournalist, Marcello Geppetti, who notched up more than a million images. A winning shot: the blonde and voluptuous Anita Ekberg, Swedish star of Fellini's La Dolce Vita, immaculate in sheath dress and... stockinged feet, bow and arrow in hand, ready to ward off approaching paparazzi!
In homage, I wore a pretty, floral-sprigged vintage corset, with a great label, Roulette. It gives me a head-turning 'profile' which could rival any '50s starlet and I brought it into the next century with a pair of impeccably Italian navy pinstriped trousers by Emporio Armani. The little Indian basket was bought at Gabriel's Wharf, the '80s earrings are by Erickson Beamon, the sunnies are vintage and the wedges are by Topshop. And my lipstick, for the day, Dior's Dolce Vita, naturalmente!
Saturday, 22 February 2014
Homage to de Havilland
To have or to have not... is simply not a question when it comes to a pair of Terry de Havilland shoes. Whilst in Greenwich recently, I spotted these metallic wedges from outside the shop in the market at 360 Degrees Vintage. I have no idea why it has taken me so long to acquire a pair of these classics. They have certainly been worn and enjoyed... what tales could they tell... and what stories to come. They are indisputably party shoes: they sing, dance, laugh good times!
P.S. The garden path needs a little weeding...
P.S. The garden path needs a little weeding...
Friday, 20 September 2013
By the fire... not yet lit!
Autumn starts officially on Sunday and I am already wearing black and a pashmina. However, the legs are still bare and the Topshop wedges are still Summer. For how much longer...
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