Regular readers will by now be familiar with my love for Chanel. Without a hesitation of doubt, it is my favourite fashion house; the one whose shop windows make my heart go a-flutter, the one whose couture shows I lie awake at night dreaming of attending, the one whose gorgeous accessories I will happily forgo all other purchases in favour of and save up for.
I am enormously sentimentally attached to Chanel for a great number of reasons. My 2.55 bag was my very first proper designer bag (I actually sobbed for hours when it was stolen in London, and saved for months to replace it because my wardrobe suddenly felt incomplete with it missing), and from the moment I stepped in that beautiful boutique in Melbourne, there was no going back (once you’ve tasted the luxury of slipping a 2.55 on your shoulder – with it’s transformative powers to make even jeans and a tshirt look glamorous – there is no returning to cheap accessories). I love the way Karl Lagerfeld (or ‘Uncle Karl’, as I wish I could call him…) has paid tribute to all those symbols so beloved by Coco herself – the camellia, the pearl, the number ‘5’, the two-toned shoes, the breton stripe, the chain bag & the signature black and white – yet continues to reinvent these icons every season in a way which seems to make sense entirely in a modern context. When I slip on my Chanel flats, with their big silk camellias and bows on the toes, I suddenly want to indulge in all my French fantasies of living in Paris for a year, skipping through the Jardins de Tuileries, having picnics of stinky cheese and Laduree macarons in the Place des Vosges, and cycling through Le Marais. But most of all, I love that Chanel reminds me of my mother, and the way she taught me to invest in that which makes my heart skip a beat, but never to resort to the dull (instead, like her, I hunt for luxury pieces with a sense of fun and whimsy).
So while I can’t afford an entire wardrobe filled with Chanel (oh, to be one of Lagerfeld’s muses, getting to skip around the French Riviera in frothy couture dresses), I will always save up for their beautiful accessories for the rest of my life. For now, these are a few of my favourite Chanel treasures that make my heart skip a beat: My beloved 2.55 handbag, my Camellia flats, and these spectacular patent heels which, although they feel like torture devices to wear for extended periods of time (probably my own fault for forgetting that patent leather does not give in the slightest, and that I should have gone up half a size), are just the most beautiful things (just look at those quilted golden heels!) that I secretly love to wear around the house to do nothing at all, for they make me smile just to look at. If there is anyone who knows how to turn footwear into a work of art, it’s Karl Lagerfeld.
I’d love to know, what is your ‘investment brand’?
Love, Miss B xx