Tagged: technology
The Sales x
Can ideas grow old and desires outdated? Tastes certainly change and a subtle alteration can update the mundane, but how fast does fashion really run? Does a Season-behind-item really matter when the eye-watering price tag is suitably slashed? So whispers the seductive red-lipped temptation that is the January Sales, hip-swaying us in with a promise and a kiss to that shopper’s minefield of potential disaster and paradise..pick it right and get the prize for half the dosh…get it wrong and it’s a turkey turd festering in the darkest corner of your wardrobe forever..
I always thought the January Sales were the perfect opportunity to invest in a classic..the softest cashmere jumper, a timeless camel coat..an iconic silk blouse. But I’ve now seen the light: The Sales are not about anonymity and being conservative, but taking a risk and finding that one standout piece to love and hold forever, something cutting edge, different, unusual with independent thought, something that can mix the refined with everyday. And pieces like that takes time to find..
Thankfully, the fashion posts of the last year have provided a fine quality control to navigate the choppy waters of desire against fads and fly-by-nights, and the Collection that remains an earworm my head is Peter Pilotto AW15..so I took a deep breath and secretly went on a coat hunt – and this is where technology now makes such a difference…with websites such as ‘Search the Sales’ you can pin-point exactly what you’re looking for, they find it for the cheapest price available….and then (thankfully for Christopher Credit) you find it’s already sold out..
Next stop, Ebay…
Laters, Kate x
The Force..
I’m not good with continually painting the town red – the tiredness comes down like a gruelling fog. The only antidote is pretense, swiftly followed by a relatively early night. And whilst no-one would normally guess (unless they wanted to count the luggage round my eyes) there is one presence I can never fool: Technology. Somehow it knows.
Take Sunday: A few late nights in a row and the matchsticks were under considerable strain. But my parents were in need of some muscle in their attempts to manhandle their still building site of a house back into some semblance of order. At the underground I checked out my oyster card – £8.75 left on – just enough to get there and back. Except the barriers didn’t like it, leaving me on one side with Bella and Charlie on the other. Went to the ticket office – no, we can’t do anything, it’s a problem with oyster – talk to them and buy a new ticket. Except the ticket machine didn’t like my debit card. Went to another one – spoke to it very nicely ( it took a while to get the heavy irony out of my voice) – and finally got my travel card. Except that was the last time the card successfully went through a barrier again..every change, entrance or exit I had to find an available person in an underground uniform to help me..
Came back to write a post. Computer froze and I lost internet connection..then the TV wouldn’t turn off…
I’d take it personally, except there’s absolutely nothing I can do. Except possibly throw the TV/Computer (cross out as applicable) out of the window…now THAT would show ’em….
Laters, Kate x
Maison Bentley Style 