It seems like Britney Spears can't go anywhere without causing a commotion. And this time, it wasn't because of her bizarre antics. On a recent shopping trip at the Paige Premium Denim store on Robertson Blvd., the pop singer required the assistance of police escorts to keep the paparazzi back while leaving the store. The street was filled with complete pandemonium, crammed with photographers trying to get a shot of her.I can't help but wonder why Brit-Brit didn't just save herself the trouble, and have the denim shipped to her home. Maybe because of the star treatment the pop princess received while in the store? Hmm...
Word is, Britney shopped alongside the brand's founder Paige Adams-Geller, who helped the singer pick out some of the company's most fabulous jeans and tops. Britney loved her new purchases so much she even wore the brand's tie-front cardigan out of the store! Now Brit has no excuse for wearing those hillbilly tops and ill-fitting jeans.
Could this be the start of a much-needed Britney makeover? What do you think?
-Rachel Kent]]>
In an effort to not overwhelm myself (not to mention, my bank account—aren't we in a mild recession or something?), I put together a shopping list that will satisfy my spring wardrobe. The key here is to buy only the "necessities," but foster some great looks anyway. I want to look "fly" (do people still use that word?? if not—I apologize—let's just say "fab" or "fierce") without spending fierce-funds.
Clip, clop, clip, clop ... the sound of high heels on cement.
Bok-hee has her work cut out for her. At Rebecca Taylor there is a lot of hair-doing going on! Bok-hee is using setting lotion, then a 2-inch iron to curl, then brushing it out, then back-combing, then crimping, then brushing, and finally (ummm) curling. The end result desired is that of full movement, airiness and texture. I suggest the models probably looked like that when they came in, but that doesn't go over too well. I must say it is very effective, if not damaging!
It's a different story over at Diesel. I attack James Kiliardos first at makeup. His inspiration is Siouxsie and the Banshees, but instead of her hard black eye, a softer brown one (Charcoal Brown and Espresso by MAC to be exact). The eyeshadow has a graphic shape, as do the clothes, explains Wilbert Das, the designer.
I am so damn tired. My feet are now curbstones encased in fashionable shoes, and my head is full of feathers, wool, wide skirts and skinny belts. I take myself to a zen place. Robert Verdi has put together a fabulous lux pad and has opened it up to his friends. Audrey Hepburn is just having her breakfast outside Tiffany's on a wide screen TV when I enter, I am served my breakfast, on a real plate!
The chaos backstage at Betsey Johnson just seems to grow exponentially every year! I enter to find girls having their hair messily crimped, sprayed, backcombed and basically destroyed to form a kind of punk cloud that yours truly remembers torturing her own locks to achieve. So we are going back to the beginning of it all: 1978.
Opulence and decadence, we're at a BIG show! There are so many unbelievably lovely women here, my head is spinning around like a fashion owl. Carolina Herrera has called us to hunt! The show begins with the bugle cry from some far away country estate, and the most impossibly tall model emerges with riding pants, a wool coat and a Robin Hood hat with full-on feathers. There are some yellow jodhpurs tucked into the sickest of sick double-layered boots. The colors are grayish blue, mustard, rust, brown, licorice, and a rich-rich chocolate. It is all so opulent. A silver threaded tight vest over a long silk chiffon skirt is lovely. Gowns worn with fur vests, printed silk chiffon of birds and such. Hunting capes in brown, check. I see red carpet affairs, a mustard yellow chiffon gown with a signature striped grosgrain ribbon tied to one side in back, and a floor-length silk brown number with a long feather threaded through the bustle. (That would be a bitch to sit on during the Oscars!)