Clarabella Speaks.

"It is not in the stars to hold our destiny, but in ourselves" - Shakespeare

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Say farewell to wedding-outfit blues...

The invitations, will soon arrive (if they don't I think you can probably take it personally), and whilst the happy couple are happy to give you a great big nudge in the right direction when it comes to buying their gift, there is no such help when it comes to buying our outfits. We can however, be sure of the following (ignore at your peril):

You must not, under any circumstances, upstage the bride (I will always respect this because if anyone tries it on me looks really will kill); you must not expose too much skin because you don't want to ruin the classy wedding photos; you don't want to be wearing the same thing as someone else; money doesn't grow on trees so you need something re-wearable...yes wedding outfit's are a bitch. Or at least they were, because panic not I have trawled the internet (sure-fire sign that I've got a lot of work to do) to find you some fabulous wedding outfits that fit all these criteria (budget maybe fluctuates a bit but I never claimed to be perfect).

We all love an excuse to dress up and excuses don't come much better than a wedding, especially a summer wedding. Granted we should always have a pair of tights and an umbrella at the ready, because good old Northern Ireland (or Great Britain for the less fortunate among you) ain't no Spain, but we should be making the most of this opportunity to go a little crazy with the plastic and indulge in the name of fashion (and love for the more sickeningly sweet among us). Think classy, exciting and refreshing and you're on the right track!  

Dress: Jonathon Saunders at Urban Outfitters

Shoes: I want to say Kurt Geiger  but if it turns out I'm wrong then it's ASOS

Clutch: Accessorize

Ring: Topshop

As soon as I saw this dress I knew I had my first outfit. I don't think it's a stereotypical wedding outfit, but if an outfit screams wedding then maybe you need to age 20 years before you wear it. The dress says it all so accessorise with gold to keep classy (San Diego). I would add my very aptly named bin-lids (they are earrings incase you're wondering) to finish it off, but you're going have to use your imagination to picture them because they are an old purchase. Just trust me when I say they would look good!

I'm thinking that wedding outfits could be a nice little series of blogs so get excited and stay the internet version of tuned,


Tuesday, 6 March 2012


It's no secret that I am a huge YSL fan - in my world french + fashion is the most winning combination there is - so I have often felt a pang of guilt, almost like I am betraying my beloved Yves, when I feel disappointed by new YSL collections (it's even paining me to admit it). Yes yes yes, I am aware that he is dead and so it is no longer he who actually designs the clothes, but nevertheless it is his legacy and so it deserves the utmost respect.
Imagine how relieved/ecstatic I was today then, when I completely fell in love with the YSL AW12 collection. It is seriously phenomenal. I had to control my excitement upon seeing it as I was in the library at the time, but let me tell you my jaws still dropped in awe. It's almost as if the universe was preparing me for this splendour; just the hour before I had read an article (it was in French and so technically constituted work) that praised Saint Laurent's respect for women and his innovatory ideas on female power dressing. Stefano Pilati translated this perfectly on to the catwalk in his final collection for the label and I am so very glad he did.
Strong lines, elegant cuts and luxurious fabrics, I don't really need to say anything more. An image speaks a thousand words so just take a look at these...

Power never looked so appealing.


Saturday, 3 March 2012

London Fashion Weekend

I'm sitting here reminiscing about how this time last weekend, instead of being faced with a Spanish presentation, I was sitting second row at the LFWeekend fashion show, watching an array of this season's trends pass me by on some seriously skinny models. Sigh...!
I promised some form of special blog, but I am now regretting it as I have zero idea what to write. What can I say?

Et alors, we (my cousin Isabella - the other half of Clarabella - and I) had a seriously amazing weekend which properly kicked off with a trip to Somerset House which was positively beautiful in the spring sunshine. Arriving in our specially selected outfits and looking hot (lol), we were greeted by two rather fetching young men who handed us a mini can of diet coke each - "the best bit is it has zero calories" - yes we were definitely at a fashion event.

Slight embarrassment when we went to collect our show bags - I presented the girl with the wrong tickets and she definitely thought I was some idiot who was trying her luck. However two show bags later - "we actually get free stuff in them?! I thought it was just the bag" - and we were off to the shoe lounge. Lounge was maybe a bit of an exaggeration (try room with tables) but the luxury promised by the idea of a shoe lounge was definitely there. Had we been looking to blow all our money on shoes we would have had no problem - from delicate, pretty little flats, to exquisitely elegant heels this "lounge" had it all - but alas we wanted clothes, not shoes, and so with a wistful glance we bid them farewell.

To the clothes we went. There was an interesting mix of vintage and high end boutiques, a couple of promising items were tried but dismissed due to sizing issues so we were really just enjoying the atmosphere and looking forward to the fashion show, which did not disappoint. SS12 collections from Holly Fulton, Jasper Conran and Antipodium graced the catwalk and left us hoping that the sun would continue to shine so we could put our inspiration from the clothes into action. More so than the clothes, the excitement came from the fact that we were at an actual fashion show, and that just days before actual fashion celebrities had been sitting in these seats doing something similar to what we were doing now.eeep! Unfortunately I realised that my camera was not up to capturing good photographs of the models, so I have cheated a little and found the following on google. My one issue (I am notoriously hard to please) was with the rather annoying Zoe Hardman. She was definitely trying too hard to be fun/cool/likeable and no one should have let her present a catwalk show in the outfit she was wearing, (or in her words, "rocking" - ew).

We thought we had struck gold with the accessories - they were a little bit beautiful - but strike gold was what we would have needed to do to be able to afford some of them, so we sauntered off in a very good mood to find some more clothes. These were more designer; there was a little bit of CĂ©line and Dolce and Gabana to tide over the super-rich, and then there were the other weird and wonderful designers whose collections we browsed through, sighing at the prices and making mental notes that one day we would be wearing clothes like these. If I'm honest I don't remember a lot about the clothes because for me it was more about the atmosphere. I soon realised that anything that caught my eye was too expensive and anything that wasn't too expensive didn't catch my eye. I'm definitely not a price snob as i proceeded to spend my hard-saved cash on the high street, I just didn't see anything that made me go wow I need this.

Before we left we made sure to get our moneys worth and had at least 3 exquisite free smoothies from the Veet stall (a strangely winning combination). Another quick whizz around the clothes to make sure we hadn't missed anything and then we took the leap (re-entry not permitted) to leave what had been a wonderful experience and we bid Somerset house farewell. Getting snapped for street style on the way out made leaving much better!

We had gone in not knowing what to expect, and we came out buzzing. I don't think we could have asked for much more!

Oh!And as if I almost forgot, I finally got the pink blazer that I posted last month. It is a little bit fabulous.