What has happened to Camilla and Marc?
At their spring/summer collection show this morning, they totally nailed it.
Sure, the siblings know that 'the shoulder' (that's fashion-ese for the size and shape of jacket shoulders) is extended, thanks to French house Balmain (and Dynasty's Alexis Carrington, aka Joan Collins) for that matter, who have been championing the trend for a while. In Joan's case, for a million years.
Thankfully my McCafe caffeine fix (odd, considering I don't even drink the stuff) had given me a lift that had lasted through th show. I'd twirled into Seven's Martin Place studios at 6am, so they could throw on the war-paint and adjust the locks, just in time to talk to Mel and Kochie about pollie's $$$$ perks, the return of LP (aka vinyl record) and the fact the ABC's 702 arvo man, Richard Glover was wearing a grey singlet under his shirt. Oh, and you get a free coffee while you're there.
Unfortunately, Rich's singlet was highly visible on national tv, so poor Rich took the 'singy' barbs and rolled with them.
I was more than happy for him to be my fashion week date to one of the shows . . . as long as he also made sure the brand of his undies were on show too.
Anyway, tv talk done and the my son (since when does a two week holiday extend to nearly three weeks?) schlepped down to the Overseas passenger terminal with for the first show - Camilla and Marc.
In amongst a sea of Carine Roitfeld look-a-likes, freshly blow-dried locks and paparazzi-ready faces (just in case their names end up in bold in the social pages) we sat, we saw and my son and I made a NBF in Scott Schuman, of The Sartorialist blog fame.
Well, that's 'fame' in fashion land and in the greater scheme of life, guess we're not exactly talking stem cell research here.
Anyway, mad about him, before the gorgeous actress Emma Lung was pushed our way, for a pic that (may or may not) appear as part of a Cosmo mag fashion week story. How damn sweet and genuine is she? Mad about her too.
We both agreed on Camilla and Marc's gold zips, that snaked up the backs and fronts of their black skirts, Herve Leger-tight dresses and tux jackets and their flashes of gold, all proving a perfect foil to their more subdued colour palette of flesh, creme and white. Yum all round really.
So as guests sized each other up and down (have never seen more YSL platform spikey boots in one precinct) I went the Paige jeans path; the Prada vintage silk shirt road with a black tie, a Gestapo-looking long fitted leather coat and some old Sergio Rossi alligator (inspired) boots. Well, I liked it.
Stay tuned for more . . .
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