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jeudi
avr.292010

Giovanna Battaglia: Violets For Your Furs

Why is Giovanna Battaglia—aka Vladimir Restoin-Roitfeld's squeeze—always featured prominently on the site? Because she evokes such a visceral response in me. When I just caught sight of this photograph, I reacted by going "ch-ch-cha" with my teeth, it was my natural reply to her fierce chic. Looks styled by Giovanna for herself in the past have elicited jazz, poetry, and other symbolic references from me, she has it. And I love it. This time it is an old lyric that I prefer to be delivered by Billie Holiday, ch-ch-cha!

It was winter in Manhattan
Falling snowflakes filled the air
The streets were covered with a film of ice
But a little simple magic that I'd heard about somewhere
Changed the weather all around, just within a trice

You bought me violets for my furs
And it was spring for a while, remember?
You bought me violets for my furs
And there was April in that December
The snow drifted on the flowers and melted where it lay
The snow looked like dew on the blossoms
As on a summer day

You bought me violets for my furs
And there was blue in the wintry sky
You pinned the violets to my furs
And gave a lift to the crowds passing by
You smiled at me so sweetly
Since then one thought occurs
That we fell in love completely
The day you bought me violets for my furs

Giovanna Battaglia photograph © 2010 life.com. All Rights Reserved.
"Violets For Your Furs" lyrics © 1941 Thomas Adair. All Rights Reserved.

mercredi
avr.282010

Vogue Paris iPhone App

Now available—Vogue Paris for your iPhone! Follow the international arbiter of style via your iPhone and you will never miss a minute of fashion and beauty news direct from Carine Roitfeld et les Voguettes in Paris. Quelle compétition ! The app highlights Paris street styles, the collections, exclusive Vogue TV videos, and more; best of all it is free so be sure to download the Vogue Paris application and try it out. Please note that the VP app is rated "12+" due to sexual scenes or nudity and consumption or reference to alcohol, tobacco, or drugs. It seems the threshold to adulthood is dropping... just make it to 13 and sex, alcohol, tobacco, and drugs are wide open...

Vogue Paris application for iPhone image © 2010 Apple Inc. Tous droits réservés.

mardi
avr.272010

I Want To Be A Roitfeld Survey

It is hard to believe that I Want To Be A Roitfeld is nearly a year old but it is true and I would like to take this opportunity to survey you. I have assembled ten quick questions to gauge your interest in the site, what you like now, and what you would like to see in the future. It should take you just a couple minutes to complete it so I hope that you will feel free to share your thoughts. For the essay questions, please respond in your native language if you prefer and I will sort out the translation for myself. I am not sure if I will publish the results, but I will use this information to continuously improve the site. Click here to take the survey. Thank you for your feedback, it is the lifeblood of the site.

lundi
avr.262010

Roitfeld Versus Humor Chic

With today's comic illustration of Carine Roitfeld, aleXsandro Palombo of Humor Chic proves that he can poke fun at anyone—even himself! He has imagined Carine on the cover of Paris Match wearing a basic white tshirt and a big grin on her face; both her tshirt and her single red-tipped finger tell Humor Chic exactly what to do with their mockery. I guess that joke isn't funny anymore...

Carine Roitfeld on Paris Match cover illustration © 2010 aleXsandro Palombo. All Rights Reserved.

dimanche
avr.252010

Vogue Paris Translation: Une Fille Un Style, April 2010

Carine Roitfeld has selected the fabulously stylish Catherine Baba for the "Une Fille Un Style" section of the April 2010 issue of Vogue Paris. Below I have translated the text of the article from French to English. What are your thoughts, do you like the style of Catherine Baba?

The two syllables of her name might evoke the flavors of rum, an addiction to pastry as light as a cloud. But outside the featherweight, it is rather the fumes of Opium and thirty years of Montparnasse that stick to the skin of Catherine Baba. The muse was always headed for Paris nights and the fashion scene.

A GIRL: She rented an apartment in Paris a fortnight of years ago, mesmerized by the culture of couture, the surrealistic mythology, and this "French touch" chic which she lives to the second degree. "I never imagined living in New York or London," says the Australian with the Fitzgeraldien accent and explosive style who baptizes everyone "Darling." For this avid reader of Colette, fashion has always been obvious. A seamstress for a mother, a textiles course in high school, then a long haul and landing at Studio Berçot: a multi-talented designer, she is now occupied daily with still photography for film, and a line in her name that should come out this summer. Already under Baba's belt: a plethora of collaborations with Dazed & Confused, Vogue Nippon, Moschino, and Cartier.

A STYLE: Louise Brooks electrified by the bright lights of the Palace, with reminiscences of the Roaring Twenties and over-spangled glam. Escaped from the studio of Edward Steichen. Catherine Baba has vintage in the blood, but if she is beyond healthy with her 1930s dresses acquired in flea markets, she also knows how to work a pair of leopard print leggings or a jacket backed with shiny sequins. "This obsession with old clothes made my mother hysterical, especially since she spent her time sewing my conservative pretty dresses, but it is at garage sales in Sydney that I began to find my freedom," Catherine remembers today.

NIGHT: "Since I am an insomniac, darling, I decided to live and watch rather than get back to my bed." Uniforms to bewitch the night at Maxim's "combination of ultra-slinky and Japanese kimono, stunning heels, a deluge of jewelry, a 70s minaudière, and a cigarette holder to punctuate the silhouette." In all cases, a strong taste for the fluid materials, chiffons and glittering lamé, even velvets and brocades have their reserved seats.

ACCESSORIES: A profusion: belts and trimmings, in satin, in leather, or in metal mesh, but mostly hats: "I have always adored them, they still keep me amused." Mini-bibis fully embroidered, vintage cloches, or Hollywood turbans, all headgear acquired since childhood, found on the right, left. Some come from Army surplus stores in the depths of the United States, skimmed off for a summer road trip in the company of Jeremy Scott. Others simply have been purchased on eBay.

JEWELRY: Wherever she is, the jingle of her jewelry invariably signals her arrival. Inspiration: a photograph of Nancy Cunard by Cecil Beaton, from which comes this avalanche of bracelets: in silver or lacquered wood from Tiffany, in jade, as well as oversized rings designed by Elie Top for Baccarat, a gold metal cuff watch by Yves Saint Laurent... More pendants, mini bottles in hooded silver onyx, a small vial of Opium perfume hanging on a silk cord, tassels of all kinds, and a tiny gold box at the neck: "This is my box of secrets — and also my Pandora's box. The last time I opened it, I almost fell from an airplane."

CREATORS: "Lo! I'm not crazy about the new trends: I like pieces that endure, that are timeless, that allow reinterpretation." Not necessarily the type to rush into the shop which is releasing a new collection, Catherine Baba monitors Riccardo Tisci at Givenchy, Alber Elbaz at Lanvin, shuddered at the last show of Haider Ackermann, and welcomes the work of Nicolas Ghesquiere at Balenciaga based on the materials and the proportions. The ultimate references: Azzedine Alaïa, both for his collections and his independence, and Elsa Schiaparelli.

SHOES: "In this area, the Italians are the strongest: Francesco Russo at Sergio Rossi, Fabrizio Viti at Vuitton... But I also love Christian Louboutin, both for his creations and for his career." In any case, Catherine Baba wears high heels, even at home, where she receives in purple velvet slippers, a Lanvin mesh ultra lounge dress, an antique ivory comb stuck in her hair. She allows herself sometimes, and unseen, a small meeting with the massaging sandals.

BEAUTY: Skin care: L'Or de Vie by Dior. The matte lipsticks by Yves Saint Laurent and Guerlain, for make-up straight out of The Damned by Visconti. The whole line of Yves Saint Laurent products scented with Opium: body lotion, bubble bath, more products with a base of seaweed bio that she brought from Britain. Her personal fragrance is a mixture of Opium, of Arpege by Lanvin and of Fracas by Robert Piguet. "I do not love fragile odors, I love spicy fragrances, hot, with notes of cinnamon." And to keep fit, bikram yoga sessions: "We end in sweat, with the impression of having been fully massaged. This is the best detox cure I know."

FUR: "Because I am against the suffering of animals, I wear only vintage fur. And I think that a sable would be delighted to know that it is worn by beautiful people, in sumptuous décors." This does not prevent Catherine Baba from giving monthly to Greenpeace.

ADDRESSES: Chez Sarah at the Clignancourt flea markets for the extraordinary assortment of dresses from the eighteenth century to today. The terrace of Le Café Marly, to rest between fashion shows. Le Mathy's Bar, from the beginning, for an evening with friends. But also A La Civette, the tobacco store of Palais Royal, to replenish the stock of Armada menthols to be iced then slipped into a silver cigarette holder. To move among these hotspots, she hops on a bike, why not dress in haute couture.

IPOD: In keeping with her skillfully eclectic image, Grace Jones and Vivaldi, Schubert and Duran Duran, the disco of Paradise Garage and the voice of Maria Callas, more swing of the seventies by Doctor Buzzard's Original Savannah Band.

PROJECT: At the same time she is collaborating on the next film of Eva Ionesco, she finalizes her first line of clothing "very visual, both flat and three-dimensional. A women's collection, but could be worn by men. Very me, in short, darling."

PETITION: "During a party I lost a bone cuff bracelet designed by Elsa Peretti for Tiffany. If someone has got hold of it, I'd be very grateful to have it returned to me." Notice to the person(s).

"Une Fille Un Style" images of Catherine Baba © 2010 Condé Nast. All Rights Reserved.