Rosemary Mac Cabe

Hemlines, heels and haute couture – your daily dose

A new bohemia

This is from March 2010′s Vogue Italia. If you’re passing through an airport in weeks to come – or through a particularly well-stocked Eason’s, even – pick up a copy. Vogue Italia is heavy on really beautiful shoots which, I suppose, you …

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This is from March 2010′s Vogue Italia. If you’re passing through an airport in weeks to come – or through a particularly well-stocked Eason’s, even – pick up a copy. Vogue Italia is heavy on really beautiful shoots which, I suppose, you could just Google, but somehow it works better on the glossy paper. I have an amazing beauty shoot featuring Barbie that I’m actually trying to work my way up to scanning in, that I bought in the airport in November (!) – that’s organisation for you.

This shoot reminds me so much of that Proenza Schouler ensemble, and doesn’t Sasha Pivarova look particularly mesmerising as a redhead? (As an aside, I went out last night to a club in Naas – tough crowd, I’ll tell you – and I have concluded that redheads most certainly do not have the most fun. Maybe it’s intimidation, but as a blonde I get 10 times as many comments – however unwanted they may be. I’m not complaining, I just thought it was interesting. Or maybe I just had a particularly pouty look on my face. . .)

This shoot reminds me a little of my bedroom, all clashing patterns and an indeterminate number of props. It’s a feat of styling and organisation in itself, and I love that Pivarova is showcasing that broken-down-doll look that they particularly love on America’s Next Top Model.

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There are aspects of this shoot that remind me of my grandmother’s house as well – the crocheted rug, the zebra print (am I the only one who wants one of Ikea‘s amazing cow-hide rugs?), the tie-dye and that bulbous lamp in the last photograph. Or, if not my grandmother, then days of yore at least.