Last night, during her performance, Beyonce wore a $100,000 gold pair of Balenciaga leggings. (Can someone please tell me where I can get that wig?)
I admire women like Beyonce who possess the ability, bravery, and confidence to push the fashion envelope by starting something new or taking a trend to a place where it becomes their own.
Most of all, I love the designers who design clothes that allow women to be feminine yet unique and express their individual personality. Balenciaga is one of those designers.
Once called “the master of us all” by Christian Dior, Cristobal Balenciaga opened his first showroom in 1937. His odd, feminine designs inspired designers such as Ungaro and Givenchy. Balenciaga died in March of 1972. Though the House of Balenciaga is now apart of the Gucci Group, his spirit is still apparent in every design.
I love the artwork of internationally known, Debbie Marie Arambula. Mainly, because of the beautiful way love is conveyed. Debbie is an artist with no formal training who began painting twelve years ago. She is known for her buoyant heart paintings.
While it is my strongest desire to possess one of her works of art, I can’t afford to do so. If my husband and I didn’t have children I would pay the hefty $3000 price tag carried by the painting Labyrinth of Love pictured above. But for now, the only alternative is to purchase a giclee. But here is the crazy thing…
I am a geniune art admirer and what you would call an art snob. Like a fake handbag, I simply refuse to buy a giclee (pronounced zhee-clay), a digital reproduction of an original work of art. Digital reproduction allows an artist to increase their collector base by offering a less expensive alternative to the original, making their work widely available to a larger group of people. It is also translates into quick money for the artist. First, let me clarify before I continue. I am not referring to cheap poster prints that give giclees a bad reputation, but rather reprints on high quality paper or canvas that are sometimes embellished by the artist; nevertheless, I don’t want to own one.
Let me warn you, the price of a giclee is nothing to be sneezed at. A limited edition reproduction of Labyrinth of Love cost around $1600 and looks just as good; however, there is nothing like owning an original. There is no comparison really. Besides, I am unwilling to purchase a reprint equally as expensive. I’d rather go without. Who knows, maybe one day I’ll come across a giclee I can’t leave without. But for now, I only want original artwork.
For those of you who are not snobs like me and want to enhance your living space or purchase art purely for aesthetic reasons then you should purchase limited addition giclees that have been numbered and signed by the artist, which increases the value. The more reproductions available on the market decreases the value of the work.
Kiki De Montparnasse is a luxury fashion and lifestyle brand that celebrates intimacy and inspires the romantic imagination. Our lingerie and fashion collections appeal to a range of tastes, settings, and moods, from daring to darling. Beautiful and provocative, they can be worn inside the boudoir or flaunted in public, bringing a sense of excitement to both special occasions and the everyday. Our erotic wares encompass visionary design, modern materials and undeniable functionality, proving that glamour can permeate every aspect of life, even the most intimate.
Kiki de Montparnasse will ensconce you in luxury, woo your every sense, and remind you that few things are as profound as love and beauty. Once you have experienced it for yourself, you will know the transformative power of erotic license. Such freedom is intoxicating…and addictive. Because love is all there is (and love is enough).
The peach colored satin pillowcase signals to 9 month old Mademoiselle that it’s time to go to sleep, and watching her crawl quickly to the marked spot on the bed is absolutely adorable. This seemingly small event caused me to search for the cute travel blanket and pillow set I saw on Saks’ website some time ago. While flipping through the pages, I discovered the following cute items on sale:
“Unbelievable,” I said to myself as read on the Nothin’ But Fashion blog that Roberto Cavalli was teaming up with H&M to design a men’s and women’s collection beginning November 8th. So, I quickly logged on to my old email account where I discovered an email that had been sent to me earlier, confirming this glorious event soon to take place. I’m still trying to catch my breath. This is great news for only some style mavens because the line will only be available in 200 stores. Be sure to mark your calendars.
This post is dedicated to everyone who likes to have a little fun with their wardrobe by adding some funk to it. The urban chic and edgy fashionista is the master of funk and knows how to put together an outfit without looking raunchy. They also know how to push fashion to the edge without going over board. I’m sure some of them won’t mind living in Luxirie, a street wear clothing line for women from all ages, ethinicities, and walks of life designed by LRG launched in 2006.
Luxirie, a Labour of Love, [is] a sexy yet classy contemporary line for the Urban and Hip-Hop divas looking to get into the new ‘urban boutique’ style that’s already become a big trend with males.
The rules are, post 7 random things about you and then tag 7 other bloggers to do the same. After which, you are to leave a comment to let them know they’ve been tagged, etcetera, etcetera.
- Remember the Love Boat? I used to live a few houses up the street from Ted Lang who played Issac the bartender.
- I keep receipts as if my life depended on it. I just threw away a bunch from 2003, today.
- I eat a bowl of Kashi’s Oat Flakes and Wild Blueberry Cluster cereal with soy milk every single morning for breakfast.
- I went to Oahu, Hawaii when I was 10 years old. What’s big deal about that? It was a fifth grade field trip for gifted students.
- When I was sixteen, my friends taught me how to kiss using the back of my hand and a soda bottle at school in the girl’s bathroom.
- I was on Cal’s ski team my sophomore year there. It was fun while it lasted, but I had to abrutly leave. It wasn’t the fact that we had to make ski trails in Tahoe to earn lift tickets that made me quit, but rather picking up dirty diapers, saliva soaked peanut shells, and tobacco spit filled cups after a football game that caused me say sayonara.
- I met Magic Johnson during the summer of 1989 at the Palladium in Hollywood. How? I’m so glad you asked. Because of the long list of celebrities attending this grand event the admittance fee was $25. Well, my two triffling male college buddies didn’t have any money, and I only had $50 in my wallet. So, I allowed them to talk me into using my female charm in an effort to convince Magic to let us get into the club free as his guests. I ran behind him like an idiot calling him Mr. Johnson. When he turned around to see who was yelling his name, the following words fell from my lips, “I just wanted to say it was really nice meeting you.” He took my hand in his and said, “The pleasure is all mine.” I ran back to my friends like an hysterical banshee, screaming “I couldn’t do it…I just couldn’t do it.”
I’m tagging anyone who wants to participate.