You all know how much I enjoy discovering a new label to lust after. More often than not, I’m merely late to the party and the brand in question had been “discovered” by basically everyone else long before I caught wind of their covetableness. I think, or at least I’m going to work on the basis that, Scaline London’s under-the-radar status means I’m slightly ahead of the curve this time. Either way I’m happy to have learnt of its existence and of course, introduce Scaline to you. I always find it fascinating how many businesses, sartorial or otherwise, get started as a result of a dynamic individual not being able to find the product or service they crave and, rather than just sighing and settling for something else, deciding to do it themselves. For instance, as a fashion fanatic working in international management, Anne-Sophie Kohler wasn’t feeling the suits on offer. Rather than making do, as most of us would, in 2010 she decided to launch her own label to fill this void in the market and her own wardrobe. Thus Scaline London was born, a Shoreditch based, European inspired brand dishing up work appropriate attire that won’t cause a ruckus in the office, break the bank or bore the wearer to death. luxury for stylish young ladies. This oh-so-brief synopsis makes it all sound super simple but as anyone who’s had anything to do with fashion, business or start ups will no doubt be painfully aware, these things never are. I’m sure there were trials, tribulations and moments where Anne-Sophie wished she’d never had the bloody idea in the first place. Luckily all seems to have worked out well and Scaline London’s latest array of looks are par excellence with a simple yet effective blend of sleek silhouettes and leather detailing a’plenty.
From left: Alexis Biker Inspired Boucle Jacket, £139, Clara Cotton & Leather Dress, £89, Helene Crepe Tank Top, £49, Nicole Grey Flared Pencil Skirt, £79.
As someone who doesn’t own tracksuit bottoms on principle and considers most outfits incomplete without a collar, I love the idea of smart, slick basics which is what Scaline London is all about. My favourite piece is the immaculately cut Nicole flared pencil skirt which I’d jazz up with an embellished blouse or some novelty knitwear. For the minimally inclined it would be perfect paired with a simple white tee or black cashmere poloneck. How would you style it?
Love Ella. X
Generally speaking I steer clear of “news” type blog posts on the premise that no sane person would rely on me for news when Vogue.co.uk, Style.com and just about every other blog and mag on the planet will deliver it quicker. My tendancy to ramble on for thousands of words especially if the subject excites me (which, let’s face it, applies to most fashion related things) doesn’t exactly make for speedy blogging. However when a snippet of sartorial juice so post-worthy appears in my inbox it would be churlish not to share the love. Case in point; Repetto Ready To Wear AKA the chicest, most covetable, aeons overdue idea I’ve heard in a long time! Founded in 1947 (a bit of history for you!) by Rose Repetto, the label has since become a byword for elegance. After all, when your first non-dance design happens at the request of Brigitte Bardot, it stands to reason you’re onto a winner. Since the Summer I spent interning in the French fashion capital all those years ago I’ve shamelessly coveted Repetto’s iconic ballet flats. For me, they’ve always epitomised the kind of effortless Parisienne style I so often unsuccessfully try to emulate… And now they’re doing CLOTHES TOO!
This news is almost too much. Definitely too much for my poor bank balance which was already in grave danger what with J.Crew opening its London store next month. But then, a woman in possession of clothes this lovely would have a fittingly nonchalant attitude towards phone bills.
Repetto have also just launched their UK ecommerce site selling all their Ready To Wear delights plus more shoes that you can shake a pop sock at. Visit it here if you dare.
Love Ella. X
As I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, London Fashion Week is now just days away! If you read last season’s diaries then you’ll know that my beloved Whistles held their first ever catwalk show for AW13. The collection was a mega hit (I’m sure you’ve spotted their camo prints in every single fash mag) and the FROW was graced by the likes of Tallulah Harlech and Grace Woodward. I’m thrilled to tell you that Whistles will be doing it again for SS14 and live streaming the show on their website. But that’s not all my friends. The brand will also be inviting one of YOU to attend the show as a VIP guest!
The lucky winner will also bag £300 to spend on a new outfit at their Dover Street store, a Bumble and Bumble blow dry at Radio Hair Salon, a goody bag of Bumble and Bumble products and a night’s stay at East London’s impeccably stylish Town Hall Hotel. Oh and it’s a prize for two so you can take a friend. Amazing, right? So here’s how to enter…
For a competition with such a fabulous prize, the task Whistles are posing is wonderfully simple, sharing your fashion week essentials. Whether it’s a particular outfit, a long-lasting lipstick, a state of the art camera or a pair of ballerina flats stored away in your handbag, whatever sartorial something could see you through five days of back-to-back shows and parties. Post a photo of your London Fashion Week Essentials to Instagram, using the hashtag #WHISTLESSS14 and mentioning @THISISWHISTLES. I thought this sounded like fun so I came up with a little selection fashion month must-haves myself to inspire you…
1) Whistles Camo Jaquard Shirt, £135
2) Whistles Limited Connie High Block shoes, £250
3) Whistles Brigitte Round Heavy Sunglasses, £50
4) Whistles Limited Corine Clutch, £295
5) Whistles Camo Jacquard Skirt, £125
The competition will end on Tuesday 10th September and we will notify the winner on the following day by commenting on the winning photo. All entries will be judged by Whistles Design Director Nick Passmore… Good luck!
Love Ella. X
Ps) Of course there can only be one winner so if you don’t land the prize, remember you can watch the Whistles SS14 show as it happens at www.whistles.co.uk
I know, I know, once again I’m seriously late to the party with this little bit of commentaire. However, having spent the week since that VMA’s performance re-watching the video and delighting in the looks of sheer horror on family Smith’s faces (although I’ve since learnt this photo may have been taken during Lady Gaga’s set, go figure) and reading the many, many vitriolic articles lampooning Miley Cyrus I felt compelled to write a little something. Whatever this post title might suggest, I’m not about to come out and say I thought the whole thing was anything other than appalling. But it wasn’t the raunchiness of it all that got me, let’s face it, we’ve seen worse. There was just something so unbelievably awful about it all. The tongue action, Mileys jolting is-she-or-isn’t-she wasted movements, the fact that the costumes weren’t so much shockingly skimpy as just plain nasty. It was just bad on every level. I don’t particularly take issue the many, many mean but funny buzz feed montages that started circulating five minutes after Miss Cyrus pranced off stage brandishing that poor foam finger and I highly doubt she could care less either. What I do take issue with is the fact that Miley, her performance and her song lyrics are being used as fuel to not only slag off her “turkey butt” and “bratz doll” hair but to basically blame her for a myriad of other, rather more serious things. According to countless articles and comments boards about Miley’s VMA’s performance she has not only “gone off the rails” but is at least partially responsible for everything from furthering the “slutification of America’s young girls” (a direct quote here, I kid you not) to promoting drug use. I’m not saying these people don’t have a bit of a point or arguing that Miley’s exactly a role model but I think it’s hugely unfair to hold her, and female artists in general, to such grossly different standards as their male counterparts. Admittedly there seem to be many people who share this view. Since the initial O-M-G calmed down enough for anyone to go online without simply re-watching the video, Robin Thicke has been criticised for gyrating up against a 20 year old on stage dressed as some sort of creepy 21st century Beetlejuice while performing “rapey” song lyrics although not to nearly the same extent as Miley. But I think the whole thing’s bigger than this particular performance. How is it fair to rip Miley to shreds over a latex stage costume and a lyric that may-or-may-not be a veiled reference to ecstasy (is it “dancing with Miley” or “dancing with Molly”? You decide) and not take her male counterparts to task over the endless violent sex, drugs and guns lines in basically every rap or hip hop song ever? There is of course the arguement that Miley’s fans are young and impressionable but is anyone seriously saying Robin Thicke’s or Snoop Dogg’s are all over 18? Come on, let’s get real. At the same time if we go too far down that road we’re into the muddy waters of censoring lyrics, effectively ending up in a situation where art and pop culture come government sanctioned and everything gets boring beyond belief.
As with every “opinion” piece I’ve written, I wont be bringing my Miley Cyrus’ VMA’s commentary to a neat conclusion. Was she advocating the sexualisation of young girls or merely performing a raunchy (if dubiously executed) number at a global music event? Should we all just appreciate that Miley’s an entertainer, not a politician or primary school teacher, and get the hell over it? Whatever your view, the performance has effectively opened up conversations about sexism, equality and censorship, and what moral responsibility mainstream artists like Cyrus and Thicke should actually bear… not to mention kept us all entertained us for a week. And given the amount of attention Miley’s garnered off the back of it, I suspect she’s pretty pleased with the whole thing too.
What do you think?
Love Ella. X
This post is both short and woefully behind schedule but the subject is a fabulous one so it’s going up anyway! I definitely do not need to tell you who Karen Walker is. Since launching her label in 1988, the New Zealand born designer has been on a stealthy trajectory to fashion world domination. In its first decade, the Karen Walker brand boasted two stored and was stocked in Barney’s. 25 years on she’s expanded to include eyeware, homewear, childrenswear, jewellery and paints with diffusion lines across the US and Australia. As is often the case, I was kind of late to the party and am now kicking myself. I’ve done New York Fashion Week three times now, why the HELL didn’t I go to Karen Walker’s show!? Suffice to say, that’s going to be changing this time around. Her collections are the perfect blend of preppy prettiness and borrowed-from-the-boys cool with polkadots, plaid, print and colour-popping a’ plenty. But back to the eyewear. Karen Walker sunglasses have become a major fashion fave. If you’ve seen a picture of Alexa or Olivia in the past six months I guarantee she was rocking a pair. Due to, I assume, a combination of joie de vivre and business acumen Karen decided to launch her “Candy Bar” concept, a super cute travelling pop up stocking an exclusive collection of seriously scrumptious selection of shades in edible hues.
So far the Candy Bar has popped up in Tokyo, New Zealand, Australia, Korea, Shanghai, Hong Kong and numerous US locations. On June 27th it arrived at Browns Focus in London. Having had basically the busiest month of my life, I didn’t manage to visit until this week but now I have, my Karen Walker sunglass obsession has hit new levels. UK readers, the Candy Bar is only here until August 15th so GO NOW or risk regretting it forever! Non UK readers you’ve got a bit more time as for the remainder of 2013, Karen’s pop up will be continuing its world tour through Europe and North America.
Love Ella. X
Ps) Going anywhere near Browns Focus is seriously hazardous to your bank account. Obvi you’ll get a pair of Karen Walker glasses but you may acquire other things too. I left with a Kenzo sweater and am now more than mildly broke.