Three long slow Voxstrokes across the Frockosphere’s Lap of Luxury…
RED SOLES AT SUNSET
The Voxfrockers are besotted. Shoes, Dear Reader, shoes! Dagger-toe pumps, stiletto gladiators, slim-picker flats and heavenly heels hot off the drawing-boards of fashion’s most daring creatives. After near-on a decade of head-shaking despair over those brick-high-platform clod-hoppers that rendered us prone to lumbering walks and splat falls, the dagger-toe has re-asserted its elegant rule and the Voxfrockers could not be happier.
Or, maybe we could. Tonight, Christian Louboutin hosts our kind of party heart-strummer, a kneezup to launch its spanking new flagship on leafy luxury-strata Collins Street in Melbourne. The merch niches are already posed and lit with the red-soled emporer’s tassel-backed sandals, slender toe pumps and wave-sculptured stilettos so beloved of its spring-summer 2015 collection, and more revelations, from its Autumn/winter 2015-16 are being slipped from their boxes as we speak. Tap Voxfrock’s Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and Periscope feeds for a spill on the party and, meantime, feast on these luscious Louboutins…
Christian Louboutin is now at 88 Collins Street, Melbourne, (03) 9021 2990, www.christianlouboutin.com
YES, J’ADORE DIOR
For all her chameleon selves – hot mama to glamour puss to button-cute girly – Rihanna can still be a challenging sartorial subject at times, n’est pas?
Not here though. Here, in Steven Klein‘s film Secret Garden IV Versailles, Rihanna for Dior is a sinewy fashion revelation of blood lips, vapourous silk, swirling white skirts and silvery sequins. Lovelylovelylovely. Note particularly, her hip-swinging (whoa! boom-shacka left, boom-shacka right…) progress through a honor guard of chandeliers in a spangled turtle-neck cocktail sheath so resonant of Raf Simon’s reverent, mo-derne, gifted way with women. French bliss.
@dior #secretgarden4
CANNES DO, BUT WE DON’T
As you know, Dear Reader, The Voxfrock policy is NEVER to publicly criticise any man, woman or poodleforthatmatter, who bothers to frock up for the carpeted entrance of any fabtriff event anywhere in the world no matter how tempting. Full stop. However. Without naming names, kicking egos or indulging in the (plain rude!) pop-culturally-sanctioned mysogynistic sledging so beloved of the world’s so-called “fashion media”, there have been some shockers on the carpet at Cannes this past week. Some unfortunate pairings of pattern, some over-zealous spangling, some desperate (and unnecessary) baring of flesh (especially of breasts and buttocks), not to mention, some silliness of hair volumes and fish-lipped pouting, none of which boded well for the wearer’s dignity, style or grace.
Which brings us neatly around to Cate Blanchett. Does this beatific beauty ever – EVER – put a dainty stiletto-ed foot wrong? We think not. And, thank you Giorgio Armani, for bringing this black beauty to our attention.
Cate Blanchett, for the premiere of the movie “Sicario”, directed by Denis Villeneuve, chose to wear a Giorgio Armani Privé dress with plunging neckline, made of black silk cady decorated with bamboo leaf patterned embroidery with tonal Swarovski crystals.
Compiled by Janice Breen Burns, jbb@voxfrock.com.au with Terry Carruthers, info@voxfrock.com.au. Additional research by Jessica Thornton.
