A study of white collars, pearl chokers and lace cuffs carried a beautiful severity in Maria Grazia Chiuri and Pierpaolo Piccioli’s collection for Valentino Autumn/Winter 2013. “We wanted to capture women in a private moment, In this show, the face is very important” Chiuri told Style.com . This delicatley detailed moment enwrapped in silent grace, gave the designs a restricted religious feel, clothes that reveal a moment of serenity in a chaotic world.
I’m not in the habit of venturing to Marble Arch, that peculiar middle ground between Bond Street and Notting Hill. I guess I never really had a reason to wonder there until now. A friend of mine recently reccommended a salon there to me in Connaught Village ( you know where Tony Blair lives) and tired of the usual hectic salons of west London I decided to book an appointment at Daniel Mikhael. Founded by the Lebanese Danny, the salon is run by him and his brother and a few other wonderful stylists ( specifcally Mariella). A little art-deco wonder room, Danny and his brother Joe welcome you with their open body-builder arms and ask ‘so what do you want to do today?’
I have been to countless salons in London and none can compare to the family vibe of Danny’s, they are so thoughtful and the salon is calm and quiet, Joe will even pop into near by Chocolatier Coco Maya to pick up truffle treats mid blow dry. From highlights to blow drys to fringes- go and visit Danny and his team next time your hair needs some attention!
1) Monkey Ear Cuff TYPHOONPALACE £290 2) Multispike Stud Cuff £35 FLASHTRASHGIRL 3) A.P.C. Red Satchel $560 4) LANVIN Perspex Wedges $1635
Hong Kong is a foodie’s mecca- from dim sum to Japanese, incredible Indian and Vietnamese, there is however one particular thing I always seek out when I come back home- Black Sesame Ice Cream. I’ve been in Hong Kong for a week now for the Jewellery Trade Fair and in between eyeing up new gems and speaking to suppliers, I found time to wonder down to Lane Crawford and for dinner at Dragon I where my sacred Sesame Ice Cream lies. Distressed at the thought of heading back to London with no iced deliciousness for months I had to track down a recipe.
a connotation of infinity
sharpens the temporal splendor of this night
when souls which have forgot frivolity
in lowliness,noting the fatal flight
of worlds whereto this earth’s a hurled dream
down eager avenues of lifelessness
consider for how much themselves shall gleam,
in the poised radiance of perpetualness.
When what’s in velvet beyond doomed thought
is like a woman amorous to be known;
and man,whose here is alway worse than naught,
feels the tremendous yonder for his own—
on such a night the sea through her blind miles
of crumbling silence seriously smiles
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