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Monday, 21 October 2013
Rhythm Launch - Burberry Brit
Burberry Brit’s latest Men’s fragrance, Rhythm, launched last Wednesday. Held at Shoreditch’s coolest venue, Village Underground, it was as if the coolest kids in the capital had been rounded up to have some drinks and watch White Lies perform. Pixie Geldof was there, with her model/musician boyfriend George Barnett and handsome bearded band boys and their messy haired model girlfriends partied until the wee hours. Burberry had flown lucky competition winners in from all around the world – we were chatting to a lovely young chap from Michigan who had won a Burberry Facebook competition. They were staying at the Sanderson and had been having an understandably fabulous time. The boyfriends did well out of this one, as we were given a bottle of Rhythm to take away with us. It smells warm (that’ll be the cardamom) and fresh (basil verveina).
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Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Burberry's New Body
"© Copyright Burberry/Testino"I opened the Metro this morning and my eyes were met with Rosie Huntingdon-Whiteley languishing naked beneath a carefully draped, rose gold satin trench. Few things have made me question my sexuality of late but this was definitely borderline.
The reason for this rather risqué campaign? The model is launching ‘Burberry Body,’ the brand’s new fragrance.
Christopher Bailey says:
"Burberry Body is the most exciting launch that we have ever created and captures the iconic spirit of the brand today in a striking and sensual way. Rosie's effortless style and her staggering beauty made her the natural choice as the first Burberry Body."
And Rosie:
''It’s a huge honour to be working with Burberry again, a brand that put my career on the map and helped launch me. To be asked to be the first 'Burberry Body' is an amazing compliment.''
I predict a media stir similar to that of the Brooke Shields/Calvin Klein collaboration (“nothing comes between me and my Calvins”).
Bet some other things will be stirring too…
Burberry Body Campaign (Video NTSC)
http://www.burberrybrand.com?p=G3HoJxyN4k691rqKrHM2eA
Friday, 10 June 2011
Burberry News
The New Burberry Ad Campaign
'I was inspired by iconic British portraits and our own archive campaigns from the late 1960s of Jean Shrimpton using her trench coat to shelter herself from the poetic and romantic British weather.
We wanted to create a group of portraits celebrating British actors, musicians and models.' Christopher Bailey, Burberry Chief Creative Officer.
The new Bailey-directed Burberry campaign features a trendy mix of British actors, models and musicians. It was shot by Mario Testino at the Park Royal Studios, London.
The Burberry Prorsum Pre-collection
How amazing is the new Prorsum collection? Leather trenchs! Whimsical 70’s frocks! Flares! I want it all.
Monday, 30 August 2010
Burberry-esque Goodies
I ordered this jacket from New Look for £39.99...
And these boots from ASOS for £85.00...
But if I was a gazillionaire I would order these pieces from Burberry, the jacket is over 2K and the boots are close to a grand. Shame they're so mouth-wateringly delicious:
And these boots from ASOS for £85.00...
But if I was a gazillionaire I would order these pieces from Burberry, the jacket is over 2K and the boots are close to a grand. Shame they're so mouth-wateringly delicious:
Sunday, 4 July 2010
Plane Beautiful
Burberry's aviation-style shearling coat actually has the power to make me wish for cold. Vogue describes it as being 'tobacco-coloured sheepskin' and if, in the same feature, it is described as a 'fashion masterpiece' (and featured about 300 times in this August edition) then it is probably a style to keep a summery, sleepy eye on. The bad news is that it costs over two grand. If you'll excuse me I am going to start scoured Ebay for a worthy equivalent. I'm thinking shearling jacket over a long-sleeved Breton tee, dark indigo skinnies and ankle boots; truly delish.
Sunday, 7 December 2008
Trenchgate
In the middle of a crowded sample sale, I remembered a question I was asked for a fashion course interview:“If we gave you £500, would you buy many pieces on the high street or pick a single designer must-have?”
I remember claiming that I would buy a few pieces on the high street and one really great pair of shoes. In reality my shopping sensibility is far more complicated.
A fully fledged bargain hunter, I thrive in warm, busy environments like TK Maxx and (I know it’s bad but I can’t help it) Primark. I find comfort nestled between rails and with my nose in boxes. Those places suck me in like you wouldn’t believe, spitting me (and my war-torn credit card) back out. Flabbergasted friends and relatives cannot fathom how I entertain myself for literally hours in places like this. I’m simply addicted to variety and spend a great deal of time and wonga on things I know I don’t need (this is why my bedroom resembles a shop). I do love shopping though and vague promises of stopping are all lies. I cannot stop. I am not ‘sick of excess’ (a mighty claim I remember making just the other day-again, all lies) I suppose the answer I should have given to that loaded question would have been: “couldn’t you just give me £1000 so I could buy more?”
Don’t get me wrong, I fully appreciate the superior craftsmanship and fabrics of high-end pieces (they let me on to that course after the interview and I studied fashion design) and I know how painstaking the design process can be. I own some designer things but these are invariably bargains, trophies of spending days trawling through unlikely places. My quilted Chanel handbag was salvaged from a car boot sale in deepest Belgium. A cornflower blue Roland Mouret top was saved after a happy hour in Browns sale shop on South Molton Street. As far as shoes go, the most designer it gets is KG-all the others are either vintage or from Dorothy Perkins (which I love), New Look (which I adore for party shoes) and Primark (words cannot describe). I watch people in wonder as they happily spend triple-digits on things. How do they handle the guilt?! I should probably get off my high horse because, in reality, my bi-monthly high street pilgrimages/splurges probably mean that I spend a great deal more than them in the long run.
The idea of spending a lot of cash on one thing fills me with worry and pre-empted guilt. This horror is what I experienced last Friday at the Burberry sample sale. The last trench coat I owned was a Primark original (I told you, hopelessly addicted) and it served me well. It had all the necessary components: belt, epaulettes etc. but something was missing, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on at the time. As I stood in the middle of that showroom, wearing the real thing, I realised how simple the problem was: the Primark trench was not a Burberry trench. Not only did the Burberry one fit me, it fitted me perfectly and made me look thin to boot. It has real leather fixtures in place of Primark’s plastic ones. This trench was just plain superior in every way so what was stopping me from beating people out the way to the make-shift cashier desk? This trench cost £150. Triple figures. The guilt had firmly set in. Concerned people tentatively approached as I stood in front of various mirrors. A very sweet (and stylish) lady made some very helpful points as I stood shaking:
1. The trench would last ten years (at least).
2. It was a classic piece.
3. It would never go out of style.
4. She said I looked nice in it.
5. She agreed that it made me look thinner.
6. She said I was thin anyway though.
Three phone calls (made in front of the mirror) to three sensible friends and another couple of pubic consultations later and the trench was mine. I was damp with sweat and brimming with self-deprecation but it was mine. I am glad I got the trench-it used to cost around £500. Bargain. Next up, Christian Louboutin stilettos in the January sales: unstoppable.
A fully fledged bargain hunter, I thrive in warm, busy environments like TK Maxx and (I know it’s bad but I can’t help it) Primark. I find comfort nestled between rails and with my nose in boxes. Those places suck me in like you wouldn’t believe, spitting me (and my war-torn credit card) back out. Flabbergasted friends and relatives cannot fathom how I entertain myself for literally hours in places like this. I’m simply addicted to variety and spend a great deal of time and wonga on things I know I don’t need (this is why my bedroom resembles a shop). I do love shopping though and vague promises of stopping are all lies. I cannot stop. I am not ‘sick of excess’ (a mighty claim I remember making just the other day-again, all lies) I suppose the answer I should have given to that loaded question would have been: “couldn’t you just give me £1000 so I could buy more?”
Don’t get me wrong, I fully appreciate the superior craftsmanship and fabrics of high-end pieces (they let me on to that course after the interview and I studied fashion design) and I know how painstaking the design process can be. I own some designer things but these are invariably bargains, trophies of spending days trawling through unlikely places. My quilted Chanel handbag was salvaged from a car boot sale in deepest Belgium. A cornflower blue Roland Mouret top was saved after a happy hour in Browns sale shop on South Molton Street. As far as shoes go, the most designer it gets is KG-all the others are either vintage or from Dorothy Perkins (which I love), New Look (which I adore for party shoes) and Primark (words cannot describe). I watch people in wonder as they happily spend triple-digits on things. How do they handle the guilt?! I should probably get off my high horse because, in reality, my bi-monthly high street pilgrimages/splurges probably mean that I spend a great deal more than them in the long run.
The idea of spending a lot of cash on one thing fills me with worry and pre-empted guilt. This horror is what I experienced last Friday at the Burberry sample sale. The last trench coat I owned was a Primark original (I told you, hopelessly addicted) and it served me well. It had all the necessary components: belt, epaulettes etc. but something was missing, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on at the time. As I stood in the middle of that showroom, wearing the real thing, I realised how simple the problem was: the Primark trench was not a Burberry trench. Not only did the Burberry one fit me, it fitted me perfectly and made me look thin to boot. It has real leather fixtures in place of Primark’s plastic ones. This trench was just plain superior in every way so what was stopping me from beating people out the way to the make-shift cashier desk? This trench cost £150. Triple figures. The guilt had firmly set in. Concerned people tentatively approached as I stood in front of various mirrors. A very sweet (and stylish) lady made some very helpful points as I stood shaking:
1. The trench would last ten years (at least).
2. It was a classic piece.
3. It would never go out of style.
4. She said I looked nice in it.
5. She agreed that it made me look thinner.
6. She said I was thin anyway though.
Three phone calls (made in front of the mirror) to three sensible friends and another couple of pubic consultations later and the trench was mine. I was damp with sweat and brimming with self-deprecation but it was mine. I am glad I got the trench-it used to cost around £500. Bargain. Next up, Christian Louboutin stilettos in the January sales: unstoppable.
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