Showing posts with label Womenswear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Womenswear. Show all posts

Wednesday, 6 December 2017

A SHORT ODYSSEY


Medusa once had Charms; to gain her Love
A rival Crowd of envious Lovers strove.
They, who have seen her, own, they ne'er did trace
More moving Features in a sweeter Face.
Yet above all, her Length of Hair, they own,
In golden Ringlets wav'd, and graceful shone.
Her Neptune saw, and with such Beauties fir'd,
Resolv'd to compass, what his Soul desir'd.
In chaste Minerva's Fane, he, lustful, stay'd,
And seiz'd, and rifled the young, blushing Maid.
The bashful Goddess turn'd her Eyes away,
Nor durst such bold Impurity survey;
But on the ravish'd Virgin Vengeance takes,
Her shining Hair is chang'd to hissing Snakes.
These in her Aegis Pallas joys to bear,
The hissing Snakes her Foes more sure ensnare,
Than they did Lovers once, when shining Hair.

-Ovid, Metamorphoses, 800 CE



Thousands of years have passed since Medusa`s myth was brought to life. Crossing a myriad of stormy seas and desolate deserts, there is not a single corner of the world her story has not touched. Described as one of the most treacherous and venomous creatures in Greek mythology, her countenance gradually became the paragon of female maleficence, repulsion and seduction as time took its course. It was not until 1978 that Medusa`s mystical beauty and golden ringlets were restored. Inspired by the ancient legends and ruins of his homeland, Gianni Versace not only chose her as the face of his brand, but also sent her conquering the world with a new message: Epitomising strength, magnificence, power and splendour today, she may not be turning men into stone anymore, but enchants those who cross her path and dare to meet her glance. 

Sunday, 8 October 2017

FOR ONE OF THOSE DAYS





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We all know them, we all have them and - let`s face it: we all hate them; The sun could be shining in all of its splendour, the radio could be playing our favourite song...we could have even just bought a new pair of shoes, but all of this doesn`t matter, because it is one of those days when we are literally just not feeling it. Our energy levels are low despite our good night`s sleep, our coffees are spilled the moment we touch the cup, and our toast keeps burning on both sides, no matter how often and hard we try. 
This all wouldn`t be a big deal had we not lectures and meetings to attend, errands to run and expectations to meet. Having to leave the house and being forced to face 8 million Londoners and a bunch of lost tourists on a day like this is probably the last thing we`d like to do, but we know that there`s no way we could just curl up in bed and pretend life isn`t happening. It is, and it`s very much breathing down our neck.