Nicolas Ghesquière is a genius. I have loved him ever since I saw his deliciously ridiculous laminate heels back in the Balenciaga days. He’s now at the helm of Louis Vuitton and his most resent resort collection made me finally happy that he’s the man for the job. LV has always been elaborate and decadent, slightly over the top in fabrication and embellishment, never afraid of the bells and whistles. Its what we loved and expected.
On this outing Ghesquière has been much more playful; collaging mismatched prints, embroidering lace with tiny seed beads, and accessorizing with spiky silver belts and gladiator sandal-boots up to the knees. Deep pink was paired with baby pink, and caution orange with yellow and sea blue—”a game of colors,” he called it. I am ALL over it and can not wait to rummage around the collection and bring this orange jacket for a walk in the London rain!!
It feels strange booking a holiday that defines you as a couple! It sets out the stall. You’re hitched and going on your first jaunt so somehow it is scrutinised more. At the moment I’m trying to figure out somewhere to go for ONE week of scheduled relaxation. Hardcore relaxation. The kind of place where you’re waited on hand and foot. Where you don’t feel guilty for sleeping ’til noon and napping at four. Somewhere with good food and decent weather (obvs), an unpretentious, delicious, love-bubble-inducing spot that is just one flight away from Dublin or London. PLEASE HELP!!