The Met Ball
I love any excuse to dress up, self expression via fashion is my favourite kind. I’d much rather dress the way I feel than talk about it because then, I’m not obliged to admit to anything; it remains open for interpretation with a hint of mystery…. mystery is good, no?
Forget the Oscars, the Met Gala is officially my favourite fashion red carpet! I love how seriously everyone takes the theme and let’s not forget that the proceeds of the fund raising are put towards the Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Costume Institute (I love art).
This year’s Met Gala’s theme was “Manus x Machina: Fashion In An Age Of Technology”. Now I had to do some googling to fully understand what “Manus x Machina” meant so give me a minute while I relish in my new found knowledge.
The Manus x Machina theme explores how fashion designers are reconciling the handmade and the machine-made in the creation of haute couture and avant-garde ready-to-wear. The exhibition addressed the founding of haute couture in the 19th century, when the sewing machine was invented, and the emergence of a distinction between the hand (manus) and the machine (machina) at the onset of mass production. It will explore this ongoing dichotomy, in which hand and machine are presented as discordant tools in the creative process, and question the relationship and distinction between haute couture and ready-to-wear.
Okay, so I just lifted that from the Met website *shrugs*. Moving on swiftly, these are my favourite looks from the 2016 Met Ball. What look was your fave?
US$2000 manicure… YAS!!! Tommy Hilfiger dress… fantastic!
I particularly liked Claire Danes outfit because not only was it by Zac Posen, but it was an illuminating dress!
Ps: Still stuck on that US$2000 manicure….
Pps: I have a very busy weekend ahead of me. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.
My Favourite Things
I’ve always had a collection of about 3 items that I wear every-single-day. No matter how simple or extravagant my outfit is, it’s never complete without my favourite things…. my staples. They are usually small and easily glossed over, but in my tiny world, they cross my “t”s and dot my “i”s. As seasons change and times pass, my favourite things do evolve, but for this season and in such times, these are a few of my favourite things….
Does anyone else have staples they just cannot live without?
Ps: Guys…. I want another piercing. For those of you that don’t know, I only have the standard two lobe ear piercings. But (and there’s always a but) I want just one more… a helix piercing on my left ear. I know it will be painful and my Dad will probably throw a fit! But I think I’m going to get one anyway. I’ll keep you updated!
Pps: I’m looking for trouble right? I just think it would look SO cool.
Ppps: It’s my Daddy’s birthday! #Day1 #NumeroUno #MainestG #TopLad Lol
Girl Talk: Smuggling Peanuts
My next post was supposed to be about Kendall Jenner. Those of you that follow me on Pinterest know I’m obsessed with Kendall Jenner, but I’ve decided I’ll disclose the depths of my obsession another day. Today, I’m focusing on “Smuggling Peanuts”. Let’s see how this (one sided) conversation goes….
Bras are a wonderful thing, they provide support like nothing else can. But somewhere between the underwire, sloppy straps and two to three (itchy) hooks at the back (or in front as the case may be), bras can be pretty discomforting! Guys don’t appreciate how easy they have it.
Last week I got talking to Taiwo and Wura about “Smuggling Peanuts” and while Wura refrained from taking a stance it was simply “unacceptable” to Taiwo. Recently, I’ve noticed more and more ladies ditch the support of a bra and although I’d rather one less care in this world, I guess I’d MUCH rather my “twins” were never the topic of discussion.
Freedom or orderliness? Support or nature’s gravity? To smuggle or not to smuggle?
A penny for your thoughts.
Source: Pop Crunch
Ps: I usually find it easy to fall asleep. The second my head hits the pillow, I’m out. Last night, I struggled *sigh*
Pps: The thought of moving away for a bit is becoming more and more enthralling…..
Komole Kandids Series 2
*WARNING: This post is highly opinionated. In the event that your view differs from mine, feel free to express yourself in the comments section*
House of Deola is in a class of its own. Yes, I said it and I refuse to take it back! I’m yet to master the art of making culture contemporary, so when I see a designer that fuses the two so effortlessly, elegantly, beautifully, naturally…. I go GaGa! I actually lose it. Staring uncontrollably, drooling helplessly, wide eyed in amusement. It’s a mix between a kid in a candy store and a man that has found that woman that holds his “mumu” button, lol.
Let’s dig into the detail shall we??
One word: Intricacy.
There’s a resonating theme with each piece in the Komole Kandids Series 2. You know the link that new designers fail to grasp…. The underlying theme that undoubtedly links one piece to the next in a beautiful harmony… yeah, that’s the one! There’s beading, there are cut-outs, beautiful prints, appliques… gosh, it’s got the works!
Some background: Research.
Does anyone bother studying anymore? I don’t just mean reading. Studying, absorbing, understanding. House of Deola clearly put in the hours. I understand that over 12 years of research went into the development of the lace and now they weave the fabric themselves. Fantastic!
The Experience: Royalty.
You know when you look so good you’re gliding on air. When the world gazes at you in awe because you’re mingling with the gods. When your smile radiates from the inside at the slightest twitch of your lips. Yeah… that’s what I imagine the Komole Kandids Series 2 feels like. Can’t believe the target audience is wedding guests.
The Styling: Minimal.
When your clothes do all the talking, it’s best to keep the styling simple. Sleek low buns and perfectly pleated geles for the win.
Do I need really need to explicitly state that I love this collection? Or did my write up justify this already? LOL
Ps: I need a holiday.
Chuck and Ella
There’s a certain satisfaction that comes with using a belonging to the end of its useful life. The full depreciation on your “books” justifies every penny spent…. an accomplishment if you like. On the flip side, to have used a product to “near death” signifies an unnatural attachment… an obsession maybe.
I owned two pairs of shoes which I’ve recently had to part with because truth be told, I’d used them to the unforgivable point of abuse! I had made them slaves to my (perfectly) manicured feet and the signs of distress became more apparent than I’d usually prefer. Brace yourselves, I’m about to get emotional about my “Cut Out Brogues” and my “Glass Slippers”.
The Cut Out Brogues
I bought my Aldo Cut Out brogues in my second or third year of University (you do the math… try not to judge while at it) and I’ve worn them ever since. I often described them as the “Chuck Bass” of my wardrobe… masculine, well structured (considering that they’re flats) and effortlessly sleek! They’d strut into a room of celebrated heels and exude elegance with a hint of nonchalance. They weren’t just confident, they were cocky and I loved that.
After years of abusing my beloved brogues we’ve had to part ways and the thought drains me. The sole has been eaten up by the rugged terrain of Nigeria’s most “prestigious” locations and the counter has been worn out by my constant slip ins and outs (maltreatment now that I reflect on it). I’m genuinely upset because I’m not convinced that I will ever fill this hole that has been left on my shoe rack (okay, so I don’t really own a shoe rack… indulge me, I’m emotional).
The Glass Slippers
So they’re not really slippers, they’re sandals but that’s besides the point. My Mum often refers to them as Cinderella’s glass slippers and I’ve taken a liking to the comparison (once again, indulge me). I’ve had my M&S glass slippers for a little over a year and I must confess, I always knew they’d struggle in Nigeria’s heat and on her dusty roads. Let’s be frank for two seconds, on this side of the world, suede is always a bad idea!
My glass slippers were easily my most comfortable heels. Not quite high heels but definitely not flats. The block heel was a perfect balance and with her see through heels, I could feel eyes dancing to the beat of my steps. I loved the played down attention, who wouldn’t. Well, Cinderella breathed her last breath on last week’s trip to Benin Republic. The second I strapped my foot in, I knew that was it. She was tired and I just had to let her go.
Sad as it may be, I’ve had to dump Chuck and Cinderella. Let’s hope some day soon I fall in love with a new pair sourced, crafted and better suited to my Lagos routes.
Ps: If anyone is going through anything and you’re struggling to put it into words, listen to gospel music. It hits the spot!
Pps: I recently joined snapchat! Follow me: BonitaValli
Recently, I’ve noticed a couple of Celebrities strip right down to bare nothings with the aim of portraying “Confidence”, “Strength” or “Positive Body Image”. They often speak with an heir of regret brooding over lost times plagued with patterns of insecurities and dangerous levels of apprehension. Raising awareness over these real life issues is admirable considering how underplayed these concerns are in young people, but truth be told, we can sit round a table, put pen to paper or publish grand campaigns FULLY CLOTHED.
Love you, be you. The road to hell is plaged with good intentions so exercise caution when going to lengths “for the greater good”. Nothing compares with dignity. Confidence looks pretty damn hot covered up too! Strength lies in the words of encouragement we share with one another. Loving the skin that you’re in begins with loving yourself on the inside. Once you’ve overcome that, there’s no love handle, thunder thigh, or tyre belly that will ever leave you feeling inadequate. Confidence is a state of mind.
If the dictionary had no words, only pictures, who/what would you see under “Confidence”? clearly, I see Malala.
Ps: Confidence wears make up and sometimes she doesn’t. Strength is Goliath and sometimes he’s David, Positive Self Image is thick but guess what… sometimes she’s skinny too!
PPs: I have insecurities too. We all do. It’s all about how we handle them.