Beauty: My Favourite Winter Fragrances

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Though I’m never one to dive head-first into the latest trends, I do like to give a nod to the changing seasons; a new silhouette here, and added dose of sparkle there. For me, like my favourite jewels or a stroke of red lipstick, fragrance is a year-round style staple; a spritz of scent in the air as I dash out the door each morning lends the final finishing flourish to every look.

Once the clocks go back and winter descends, the scents I associate with summer – my beloved Petite Cherie by Annick Goutal which smells of pears and cut grass and a Parisian park in the springtime, or Jo Malone’s crisp Orange Blossom, which always accompanies me on any far-flung summer adventure – make way for gourmands and heady white florals that so beautifully complement winter’s richer palette and moody skies.

Much like my sartorial style, I’m always drawn to pretty, classic feminine scents rather than anything cloying or overpowering. Marc Jacobs‘ original scent – a gorgeous combination of gardenia, jasmine and bergamot – has been a favourite for a decade, and Diptyque’s DoSon is a similarly lovely white floral that works anytime. I adore Jo Malone’s Rose Water and Vanilla cologne (pretty-sexy rather than saccharine, it smells of Turkish delight and candlelit dates and will linger softly all day), and was so upset when I discovered it was being discontinued that I panic-bought two more bottles from the Cambridge store (if you also love it, you won’t find it anywhere online but the standalone Jo Malone stores should all still have a bottle or two hidden in the back). My Burberry has become my everyday scent – it works just as well with a cashmere sweater and jeans as it does with lace and jewels for evening - and Chanel’s Gardenia is a perennial favourite when I want to feel my most ladylike. 

And if they look well-loved, that’s just because they are. With the exception of Jo Malone’s Pomegranate Noir which I’ve just added to my collection (I’m giving this a whirl in lieu of my other autumn/winter favourite, Blackberry & Bay), and Tom Ford’s Fleur de Portofino (which I added this year and wore all summer long, but is luxe enough to work just as well for winter too), these are all firm favourites from last year* which will take me through another winter season until spring’s call for an olfactory clean sweep next year.

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Fragrance: Burberry ‘My Burberry EDP’ // Tom Ford ‘Fleur de Portofino’ // Jo Malone Pomegranate Noir // Chanel ‘Gardenia’ // Diptyque ‘Doson’ // Jo Malone ‘Rose Water & Vanilla Intense’ (now discontinued, but this is the closest version).
Details: F. Scott Fitzgerald hardback books // brass pineapple // Diptyque candle // glass  cloche // Kenneth Jay Lane pearl earrings // J.Crew gold earrings (similar here) // Garance Dore for Rifle Paper Co ‘XO’ print // mirrored console table.

I’d love to know your favourite fragrances and any new scent you think I should try. Do you have a signature perfume which you wear each day, or do you, like me, rotate a collection based on your mood and the seasons?

*Tip: always keep your perfumes out of direct sunlight and store them in the top shelf of your fridge when out of season and they’ll last for at least a couple of years.

Love, Miss B xx

 

April Showers

I don’t know what it’s like in your corner of the world, but here in England the sun does not want to put his hat on. Instead, the weather is choosing to be grey and drizzly each day and the pavements are embellished with glistening puddles. While I wait for spring to make it’s sunny return (spring, if you’re reading, I’d love that to be soon if you could possibly manage it), these are my favourite ways to find cheer when skies are grey:

Lulu Guinness birdcage umbrella, scarlet Hunter wellingtons, Benefit PosieTint, Burberry trench coat.

What are your favourite ways to cheer up rainy days?

Love, Miss B xx

 

London Fashion Week: Day 4

To say Giles’ show was theatrical extravagance would be an understatement; a sea of crimson at Antonio Berardi.

As far as Fashion Week adventures go, this day is going to be pretty hard to top. It began with Peter Pilotto’s remarkable print dresses which took us on a journey through Indonesia, followed by Antonio Berardi’s devastatingly sexy ladies in red at the Queen Elizabeth Centre. Poor Christopher Kane, the wonder boy of the London fashion scene, gets so much expectation heaped upon him each season, that the pressure must be crippling. But once again he pulled it out of the bag with his twinkly show (think Cher Horowitz in Clueless meets Marcia Brady, doused in sparkles) which overlooked St Paul’s Cathedral.

After that, it was off to the Savoy for Erdem’s show which was so beautiful, I held my breath almost the entire time (these were exactly the kind of clothes I imagine one should wear to a garden party thrown by Daisy Buchanan in the Great Gatsby), before Burberry’s typically understated show in Kensington Park (not really: Christopher Bailey had erected an monolithic glass marque right in the shade of the Albert Memorial, with a shower of gold confetti replacing last season’s snow storm finale). Next was Todd Lynn, whose usual storm-trooping women had been replaced by softer creatures in oil-slick blue silk dresses.

And just in case we hadn’t had quite enough sartorial extravagance for the day, there was Giles Deacon’s feathered tour-de-force in the sweeping Royal Courts of Justice, before Temperley’s glamazons again took over the sweeping atrium of the British Museum for the most dramatic of Fashion Week finales.

A sea of pink champagne awaits after the Burberry show; Christopher Kane’s sparkly finale; the Great Gatsby at Erdem; glamour, Temperley style, at the British Museum.

Love, Miss B xx

London Fashion Week: Highlights From Day 4

Burberry Prorsum Autumn/Winter ’11/’12 (with Emmanuelle Alt – French Vogue’s new Editor in Chief – looking on)

Day 4 was noteable for a number of reasons, in particular:

1) Against all laws of biology, I’d somehow adapted to the 14 hours days of back-to-back shows and was being fuelled solely on vats of caffeine and the pain of wearing 11cm Isabel Marant heels for hours on end, in lieu of actual sleep.

2) With the arrival of all the world’s fashion editors, alphas and first ladies (my celebrities), my fascination for people-watching was satiated in a superb guest-list cocktail of incredible sartorial ensebles, shiny chauffeured limosines, and that fragrant aura that only exists around those who exude incredible amounts of power.

The Sartorialist & Garance Dore outside Peter Pilotto

See point 2. Although the first image of Scott & Garance was actually a mistake (I was simply testing the lighting on my camera & then noticed they were in the background), I abandoned all dignity and got a bit pap-happy when seeing Queen Wintour at such close-proximity at Christopher Kane.

3) Post-show pondering along the lines of: is it sometimes better to continue being creative, even if it means getting it slightly wrong, or to instead stick to what you’re good at? In the case of Erdem, Christopher Kane, and Burberry – a few of my favourite shows from seasons past – I’d built in my own mind so much hype and anticipation for their shows that even though they were beautiful, I left not knowing whether to be disappointed that they had gone in such different directions, or happy that they were continuing to experiment. On the other hand, Mary Katrantzou and Holly Fulton essentially both showed variations of their collections from last season, but I smiled the whole way through. How long before a recognisable signature theme simply becomes repetitive?

Erdem AW ’11, backstage and finale at Christopher Kane AW ’11

4) The instant the serious ‘pinch me!’ moment of the week struck: when the snow shower began to fall* on the finale at Burberry Prorsum (renowned in the industry as the Impenetrable Fortress of London Fashion Week, ie. it’s easier to get tickets to the Royal Wedding than it is to a Burberry show…), I glanced over at the front row crammed full of industry names I worshipped, and thought, ‘I’m actually here!’

5) Last, but certainly not least – this day also marked the one year anniversary of me starting A Girl, A Style. I can’t think of a better way to have celebrated than with a wave from Samantha Cameron and an invite to a Burberry show!

Samantha Cameron looks on at Holly Fulton AW ’11

On that note, ginormous amounts of love and appreciation to each and every one of you for continuing to read and support this blog. I can’t tell you enough how much your lovely comments and emails each day bring a smile to my face. So, thank you!

Love, Miss B xx

* In case you were wondering, this isn’t just one of my flowery expressions; Christopher Bailey created an actual snow storm which drifted slowly onto the audience as though from a wintery night sky

As always, all pictures are taken by me. Please do not use or reproduce without my prior permission.