Deola Sagoe Autumn/Winter '11 - 'Oh Fashion, I love Thee'

Hi beautiful people! Hope you have had (or are having) a wonderful Sunday? I know I am! Yes. In fact, at this precise moment, thoughts of particles and drug formulations are what I am consumed with.

Or, perhaps not;  given that I am about to embark upon a rant about fashion again, suggesting that I am merely drifting in and out of this revision 'bizniz' and not solely focused on pharmaceutics. But I am not really to be blamed for this entirely. I just cannot help myself from clicking away and blog stalking during my very lengthy breaks, which are OBVIOUSLY much deserved.

But, I digress. Back to the topic at hand.

So, anyway, I was perusing one of the tumblr blogs I frequent, which just happens to be my very beautiful cousin's blog. All you tumblr lovers, go check it out here, she's, well, given that no other words will express this in its entirety, too dope. Despite my inadequacy at working tumblr, I manage to understand how to get around hers without letting off a fire alarm.  Okay. A tad bit exaggerated, but it makes for good, light hearted reading, si?

RIGHT! I was on her blog during my seventeenth break in the last two hours, and lo and behold. What do I see? Yes. You guessed right. I am privileged to witness a sneak peek of  Deola Sagoe's Autumn/Winter '11 collection.

I think the exact words I used on twitter would be 'jizzed'. Yurp. I'm so jizzed. Not even sure I even know what that means, but, oh well eh?

Every time I speak of couture, and how obsessed I am with collections that I probably will never be able to afford in this lifetime and the next, my friends always attack me with the same statement:

'Seyi, I really do not know why you bother with all this fashion; the clothes don't look normal, and it's not like you can afford it!'

Obviously, times like these usually involve my sheer amazement at the design and artistry of the collections that I have nothing to say to them, except gawk and gawk even more at the beautiful pieces. Call me what you may, I love loving clothes. I would delve into a thesis about why it would be inappropriate to call the embodiment of fashion 'just clothes', but, alas, there is not enough time.

Deola Sagoe as a fashion powerhouse in Nigeria, and as a designer, never fails to disappoint. Japanese inspiration is evident in the pieces, with the intricate fan detailing and the kimonos. And nothing says Deola Sagoe better than an influx of 'African-ness' right?

I love the use of lace. Exudes uber femininity... Ahhh it feels like the dress was literally painted on the model's body.

O...kayyy. I think I need to exit the building.

Goodbye guys! Hope you enjoy the collection as much as I do!

Picture credits: www.voguebespoke.tumblr.com. Peep the rest of the collection there also...

Aloha! Must get back to... ahem... my "work"..

Feel free to drop comments and tell me what you think!
xoxo

...for the lace of love...

Ohmigiddyness. Hiiiiiiiii!

So, i'm back. Fortunate for me, unfortunate for others who thought i'd shut up about my anythings for awhile. Thing is, there's actually nothing I badly want to blog about (is there ever), except I remembered the numerous scenes in SATC of Carrie sitting so comfortably with her laptop balanced effortlessly on her lap (lol. Laptop; lap *does geeky giggle*) and typing away about her *findings*on the JOB (if you can call wearing expensive clothes and having an enormous closet of shoes whilst writing about naughty stuff a job), whilst looking so smugly chic. And I suddenly feel the urge to write on this thing. 

Except, I sorta look the total opposite; I'm sitting in the dark, albeit comfortably balancing my laptop on my lap (haaaa), and in spongebob PJs meant for a 13 year old boy-kid, with my hair in a slumber hat. Don't even attempt to judge me. At least i've managed to satisfy my err... wandering imagination.

Anyhowwws, i've missed you, dear blog! it's been far too long! Too many deadlines, patients NOT to kill, interviews about professionalism and blah di dum, have taken me far away into the land of maturity and responsibility for my own education that I had to neglect you for so long dear blog! But alas, the work is finished (for now). It's easter time (for now), and I'm planning on doing nothing other than reading le Bible... and trying to inhabit somewhat of a life. (Rant.Rant. RANNNT...)

Okay. Well. The title doesn't mean anything per se, except i'm just liking all things lace at the minute! lacy skirts, lacy dresses (of which i'm a proud owner.... who knows, maybe i'll even do an outfit post of it! *insert emoticon of horror*), belts, hairbands. You name it. Its that time for lace methinks!!!!

Jourdan, Jessica and Bette... Miuiccia Prada Fall 2008... I know, I know, it was two years ago... but i'm only just getting the hang of lace as outerwear you know? more to be added to le wardrobe. with LINING underneath however, thank you!

(Pictures from style.com)

...Oh my wow. it's 6 o'clock. Errm... Good morning, happy (well not happy... Jesus died) easter. Bye for now. That will be all; finito.

Toodles and shish kebabs,

Her Ladyship.

xoxo