FASHION Magazine

Loose-fitting trousers definitely fit into the category of “tricky trends”–it’s rare the soul who can make a true drop crotch work–but this Lovely’s slightly structured slouch looks breezy, not try-hard.

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If you’ve ever tried to wear a floor length skirt, you know that the key to pulling it off is proportion. These two Lovelies work the look by mixing in a bit of masculine styling to very feminine pieces.

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Hanneli again! We’re breaking with our no-black-leather policy on the Paris street fashion shots because we love her silver waterfall necklace the silver waterfall on her Rad Hourani dress.

Also: Check out the studs on the bottom of her bag–do not mess with her.

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Here’s BryanBoy–that’s Monsieur Bryan Boy to you, as per his calligraphied LV invite. The thrilla from Manila has been wearing Rad Hourani around this town all week, and looking–his word–fabu. After the Vuitton show, we talked about how cool Canadians are right now: Rad, Mark Fast, Jeremy Laing.. “What’s in your water?” he demanded to know. Well, we have some of the cleanest tap water in the world, so not a lot. Maybe it’s in our beer?

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Yesterday’s Louis Vuitton show [Read the review] attracted a bevy of French actresses-chief among them, Catherine Deneuve–as well as Sophie Dahl, Freida Pinto, Camilla Belle and Gossip Girl‘s Leighton Meester and Amanda Setton.

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Among the dubious charms of the Paris Metro is this recurring phenomenon: a grubby, often bereted man gets on, wielding an accordion, which he plays energetically for at least five minutes. This surprise isn’t free, of course; afterward he’ll stick out his hand for coins. If I were a nicer Canadian, I’d find this delightful. But I’m like: Hi! Can’t you see I’m trying to listen to Air?

Because the French pop princes have finally set free their latest effort, Love 2 (EMI), and it seems just the thing to listen to on steamy subterranean rides.

I forgot Marc Jacobs was making timeliness happen: apparently, his last two NY shows have begun promptly, and today I nearly missed his Louis Vuitton spectacular because I decided to walk over from Colette Dinnigan. Funny thing: when you ask someone at Paris Fashion Week how long it takes to get somewhere, they give you two times: “weeth heels” and “without.”

I should’ve gone without. But I did skitter in right as the show began, and how lucky I did! Because this show was fun–girlish, giddy fun–which is something I’d no idea I was missing, til 2:30 p.m. (sharp) today. There’s lots of drama in Paris (did you watch McQueen live? I’m still amazed), and there’s beige restraint, and there’s beauty, of course–but not a lot of fun. And what else could you call this bonbon assortment of plaid and prints, pinafores and pockets, and–wholly amazing–poodle hair? The girls looked like Marie Antoinettes on acid. Tassels swung wildly from messenger bags and trussed up shoes–sometimes they were white fur, like funny moustaches.

These matching Lovelies pull off perfect purple accents against black ensembles. A classic bowler and animal print scarf are the ideal accessories.

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We can’t decide which we like better here: The sophisticated mix of colours, the softly draped layers or her perfectly worn elfin boots. Do we really have to choose?

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Black and white are paired perfectly on this lovely’s classic white frock, with minimal accents of puffed sleeves and–our favourite–knee-high spats.

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The most luxist, label-laden editors at PFW, overwhelmingly of Eastern Euro provenance, have me considering a new coinage: editrussky? Ninety per cent of the time, I loathe their looks. But after the Chanel show today, I found one adorable example: this little Muscovite all deco`d out in Mary Katrantzou. Great to see the talented London designer getting street-styled abroad.

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These dove-grey, gently storming mornings in Paris feel softened by the rain. Trench coats replace leathers, standoffish editors lend umbrella cover, and when I get out of the damp and into a show, the place feels tingly with shared relief. I liked it–til I woke up today and found I had fallen way down the weather. Okay, a confession: the causes might not be all natural. I could be blamed, too, for living on macaroons & menthol lights in between vegetable-free meals. In a word, I feel ick. And if it were any other day, I’d have stayed under the covers and ordered in curry.

But today was Chanel day, and maybe I’m sick in more ways than one, but I genuinely felt I didn’t have a choice. Had to gloss over my head cold, put on major heels and a little gilt, and cab out to Le Grand Palais by 10:30 in the morning. Worth it? Beyond.