Baffled by the Baftas and a Local Treat
Let me say it again - Thank GOODNESS for Florence Pugh. Because without her we would be left with doilies and disappointing feathers and sequins (seriously people leave the feathers to Liberace and sequins are NOT sustainable so give off). I mean I almost put Prince William on my best dressed list because there just wasn’t even a top three. Flo’ hits the top mark followed closely by Barry Keoghan whose sartorial style marks just keep hitting jackpot this season. But everybody else…oy vey…
Hit List
Florence Pugh - all the shapes done the right way. With the right amount of sparkle, glamour and skin on display. Bravo!
Ryan Gosling - Ryan looks like my new favourite pillows from H&M. Borderline 70’s air hostess but that face makes everything work.
Barry Keoghan - okay the trouser fit isn’t my fav but the jacket detail is fabulous.
Lily Collins - she isn’t usually my fav and that mullet hairstyle could have been tidied up but I actually really appreciate the sculptural quality of this Tamara Ralph look.
The Major Misses
Emma Corrin - this just proves that you cannot have it all. You cannot have bows and the outside underwear and the tights and the cut away and the ruffle and the mesh. I don’t care how cute you are. Or what the occasion. This is a mess.
Margot Robbie - just cannot pull herself away from the Barbie aesthetic. I was so excited when she waved goodbye to her contract with Chanel and started playing with Bottega, Celine and Alaïa. But this Barbie Statuette? Srsly’ now its time to find a new role because Barbie is not it.
Ayo Ediberi - had such a good start to the award’s show season with looks by Louis Vuitton at the Emmys and Prada at the Golden Globes. But this ill fitting apricot number with bottle brush accessory? No. Just no.
Bryce Dallas-Howard - Can someone please explain these horror shoes to me? Even Bryce looks confused. I know they give you height but double patent volume is illogical and should be made illegal (as Naomi Campbell can testify). As should that rose detail on this silver sequin monstrosity. Bryce, you’re an A-lister, not a mannequin at Miss Selfridges…
Emily Blunt - And now onto Emily Blind - I mean Blunt. I almost lost her there under all that hair and jewellery and drapery and froo and cut outs and such. Its SO much. Too much. And that severe pout? Maybe she’s getting tired of pulling her shoulders up with all that extra fabric weight. If you can hear us Emily then blink once - show us that you are in there somewhere…
Emma Stone - Speaking of apricots, Emma also seems to be embracing 2024’s pantone colour of the year called peach fuzz. But nothing about this look leaves me warm and fuzzy. In fact it transports me to sticky motel rooms or a house that was featured in one of those true crime re-enactment scenes. From the seventies. With slick polyester eiderdowns and matching jaquard curtains. I cannot believe this is Louis Vuitton…shakes head sadly…
Naomi Campbell - The horror continues. Not only is this Naomi. It’s a creased, frothy Naomi with a ‘little black riding hood’ hood and bow. Was it a last minute invite hun? Did you just fire your new PA and were struggling with the steamer? Should have gone for a pantsuit Love. Simply yet effective on those long legs which have been lost to all that fabric…
Bradley Cooper - Letting the boys team down is our Brad. If he wasn’t looking directly at the camera you might be forgiven for thinking this is a Claridge’s doorman looking for his hat on the red carpet. A wide leg trou’ and a long overcoat? Spare me…
The BAFTA’s British Vogue afterparty…
The doily madness continued at the British Vogue x Tiffany afterparty, hosted at London’s favourite night owl celebrity haunt Annabel’s. Feel free to let me know which look was your favourite. It’s slim pickings I know…
Ayo Edibiri - I actually quite like this if she was a magazine editor or stylist.
Kaia Gerber - pretty model in pretty dress. That’s all.
Clare Foy - doilies unite! Clare is looking to join her local chapter of the international doily society.
Cara Delevinge - meh.
Emily Blunt continues to prove that less is definitely more. I think this might have been part of her daughter’s art project…
Dua Lipa - meh.
Anya Taylor-Joy - in her usual smileless arty style. I’m not a fan but at least its cohesive and put together.
Heaven Scent
A local treat that we visited this weekend was The Scone Shack on the Cape Point peninsula (South Africa). For Cape Tonians who believe that anything on the other side of the mountain is a drive (doesn’t matter which side of the mountain you are on) this might feel like you are leaving the country. Yes it is past Kalk Bay, past Simons Town. Over mountains and rivers you will go, getting closer and closer to the horizon. You will get further and further from any vegan, smoothie coffee carts in the process. But once you have left your postcode you will be greeted by the most pristine coastline and a hippy world of succulent plants and delicious scones straight out of the oven. For the Scone Shack is exactly that.
A quirky Wendy house with marvellous afternoon (or morning) treats and then some. Picture barefoot waiters and free range pot belied pigs cruising the myriad nooks and crannies on a middle-of-nowhere plot surrounded by mountains and ostrich farms. The chai and rooibos iced tea is excellent as are the scones (obviously) with homemade jam, milkshakes and numerous home made cakes on offer. It’s rustic and casual. You will feel like you are visiting a beloved old aunt’s home for the afternoon. Put your phone away, give a friendly pig a scratch behind the ears and sigh - life is good.
Now if hippy-dippy long drops are not your thing and the Scone Shack does not sound like your idea of a curated day out, then let me introduce you to the hidden gem on this farm - the Tres Nagual gift shop. I first came upon this heavenly brand at an airbnb I stayed in. The Hubster gave a shout from the shower. I thought maybe there was some sort of wildlife emergency but it turned out that he just couldn’t believe the combination of fynbos, geranium and magic that constituted our incredible body wash. A local brand, the airbnb owner informed me - it’s an experience rather than a brand. And as annoying as this sounds, oh my was she right. The website mysteriously outlines that the brand has, “ An ever-changing form. Offering - diversely alchemised treasures for skin + spirit.”
It’s an experience - and a gloriously scented one at that. I topped up our body wash as well as some guest loo soaps from their giant trough length bars. The perfumes are the real treasures but I had no time to explore as the Hubster was getting antsy. If you are in the Western Cape, South Africa, do yourself a favour and head out to the Scone Shack. If not for the pot bellied pigs then definitely for your fill of world class beauty treats…
For a digital visit check out tresnagual.com