Our destination the next day is the Holy Grail: Castle Gravenwezel, the home of Axel and May Vervoordt. Axel’s son Boris, a model of courtly hospitality and courtly proffered knowledge, leads us there in his crocodile-green Rolls-Royce Corniche.
Paris. Paris Fashion Week was upon us and now it's over. Realistically speaking, give or take a few fashion shows in each city, Fashion Week could just take place in Paris and it would be more than enough. Paris is still the center of fashion, and no matter how much we in New York want to believe that we're the center, we are not. I'm fine with this. So much goes on in Paris, it's almost like three or four or five fashion weeks all in one. It would be very easy to turn a recap of what happened in Paris into its own novella, but I'll try not [...]
My first introduction to Chanel was the sensation of Allure. My mother wore Allure. I distinctly remember the flask shape of the glass bottle; the golden contents I was prohibited from disturbing; the whiff of the scent, like a curtain raising rapture.
Allure isn’t Chanel No. 5, the first fragrance to be launched by French couturier and powerhouse, Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel, in 1921. A bottle of the storied scent is said to be sold every 30 seconds, and remains one of the most popular and recognizable fragrances of all time. Allure, on the other hand, didn’t make its aromatic debut until 1996, twenty-five years after Chanel’s death on January 10, [...]