the rule of three

if ever there was a television programme both sartorially inspiring and completely absorbing in equal measures, it's mad men.

in a world where the box is filled with "the hills" and sugary but not completely satisfying fares, mad men is in a league of it's own.

it is the perfect antidotal detox; it's the television equivalent of that leafy green salad eaten to combat a weekend of bingeing on haribo and cake. with the female leads, betty draper, peggy olson, joan holloway drifting, marching and swanning (respectively) around in the candy coloured waist cinched shapes of the early 1960s, you certainly get your five a day in the style department.

Dior at Paris Fashion Week

reason #597 to love diane keaton

grab a marker

this weekend, lets all customise a white tee shirt?

Tunes from Fashion Week

Ever wonder what makes Giselle stomp, Jourdan glide and Naomi wind them hips? Tunes of course! Check out what got the runways running this season at both London and Paris.

1. Anne Valerie Hash - 'Shake that Dog', Anthony and the Johnsons
2. Christian Dior - 'You Don't Know My Name', Alicia Keys
3. Haider Ackermann - 'I'm Your Man', Leonard Cohen
4. Paul Costelloe - 'All the Single Ladies', Beyonce
5. Estehetica - 'Creep', Radiohead
6. John Rocha - 'Walk On', U2
7. Basso & Brooke - 'She Sells Sanctuary', The Cult; 'Toxic', Britney Spears
8. Mary Katarantzou - 'Year 2000', Pulp
9. Avsh Alom Gur - 'Let's Make Lots of Money', The Pet Shop Boys; 'Money Makes the World Go Round', Liza Minnelli (Cabaret)
   
10. Bora Aksu - 'Tainted Love', Marilyn Manson

Surprised? What would you have chosen?

chris moore

happy friday.
back soon, i promise!

Paris Fashion Week - Le Fin

Excusez-moi for the hiatus. It's been a major fashion blur here in Paris what with my packed schedule, remedial French, piss poor sense of direction and oh wait...food poisoning. Yes indeed. Thankfully before the curious incident of the cheese sandwich I had already: bagged two front row seats (a much more difficult task than London), chatted with Beth Ditto, got Rachel Zoe's crew backstage at Valli, had Ms. Zoe call me a 'sweetie', got my own personalised chair at Dior, lusted at Bruno Pieters and Sharon Wauchob, chatted about music with V Westwood, dodged the anti-fur protestors (my vintage pelt - that's another story), dodged Pamela Anderson backstage at Dior with my pelt and bumped into Mickey from Eastenders (qu'est que c'est?), got invited to a charity dinner at the Intercontintental, sat next to Vogue's Harriet Quick at Wunderkind and got myself one more backstage blagging at Roland Mouret for tomorrow before I fly back home. Not bad considering I've spent the past three days since le fromage going to shows in converse and jeans, filing copy and going to bed at 7pm. Efficient. Moi? Mai oui! x