Je Suis Une Style Writer

I become a contributing editor at a prestigious online boutique, The Hamptons. I love their elegant occasion wear and a stylish site.

Please check out my short story about one of my favourite dresses from the Hamptons` portfolio: 
http://www.thehamptons.biz/magazine/2012/12/a-short-story-about-the-hamptons-dress-sebastien%e2%80%8f-by-claudia-faban/

Writer in residence: wearing a MaxMara dress, in my croc design-tiled bathroom, in London

The Hottest Hue for 2013 at Hoss Intropia

Photo by José Farinha, taken at Hoss Intropia; I am wearing a MaxMara dress; and the models are in

designs from Hoss Intropia  collection....note the emerald colour!

On 5^th December I went to a fashion show at Hoss Intropia, one of many gatherings; cocktails; and happenings I`ve attended recently, where I discovered  and fell in love with a truly exciting colour - emerald. Hoss Intropia, a Spanish fashion emporium, offers fusion of originality and eclecticism. At the fashion show we witnessed plethora of textured fabrics, made into embellished tops and velvet dresses, as well as boldly coloured chiffon blouses and animal-print occasion wear. All expertly styled with daring platform heels, and hapilly washed out with champagne, by those who were watching.

I adore emerald! Hoss Intropia is not the only designer who made this hue their favourite for 2013. Gucci, Michael Kors, and Sportmax were amongst those who included this intricate colour in their S/S13 collections.  

For my emerald fix, I will pair it with bare legs; navy; blush; silver; or burnt orange, but will avoid black – too 80`s and too boring!

Sweet Music from Sugar Sisters

Some pre-Christmas parties are better than others, and one of the cutest events I have attended recently was a small but perfectly organised jolly at the Marylebone`s Deploy boutique. I have been there on a few occasions as they have a good selection of bespoke fashion, including quirky accessories. Last week, they decided to offer some heart-warming mulled wine, mince pies, and opportunity to catch up with friends, to say `thank you` to their patrons for ongoing support and to welcome new customers. I – together with other guests - applauded their choice of music - the Sugar Sisters, swinging 1940s voice harmony. A well dressed trio – they were sporting Deploy`s made to measure fitted dresses - entertained us throughout the evening, and I hear they were allowed to keep their couture outfits! Well done to Sugar Sisters, and thank you to Deploy boutique for a lovely soiree.

Regret

Jackie Collins advised me to; `Keep at it`, so here is something I have written earlier in the year:

REGRET

A faint but distinctive stench of stale urine made Bea turn her head towards the sea.  Small yet powerful waves were shifting brown-coloured sand in regular intervals. They were carrying it towards a stony beach, and hurriedly taking it back to their depths. A sudden gust brought a few droplets of salty water, which settled on her cracked lips. Bea wrapped an old, suede jacket around her tubby torso and belted it up. She tried to cover her hair with a scarf but an unexpected wind lifted it up high above her head, making it look like a half-deflated balloon. Even Nice with its Alpine barricade, strategically positioned to guard the city from neighboring colds, felt the first bounds of winter.

`The Summer is gone for good` - she spoke down to a stray dog, which had appeared at her side. It came to hear her complaints after earlier urinating against the wall, which protected Promenade Des Anglais, built on top, from the caprices of the sea.  She started walking slowly towards the steep steps, which would take her back to the famous boulevard, where she felt so much more welcome.  The chilly wind played aggressively with her graying hair.  Her clumsy feet were making deep dents in the stony surface.  She regretted that she put on weight over the summer months.  Her jacket felt tight and her sneakers bulged uncomfortably around her swollen feet.  She felt the first pangs of the forthcoming headache.

She knew this beach very well.  She had been coming here every day at dusk, to watch the last flickers of sun cast a crimson glow on the water. She had been doing so since David left her for that cute-looking, vivacious bitch, twenty-odd years her junior.  A quiet beach provided a perfect backdrop for Bea`s morbid reflections on the events that had led to the break up of her marriage, since he packed up that small suitcase and left their apartment five months ago. She had been searching for answers in the cries of small, gray and sunburn-coloured stones under her heavy feet; in the anguish of the water that was forced by cruel nature to leap rhythmically twenty four hours a day; in laments of the shrieking birds; in weeping cracks of the pavement;  and in the wind that was mourning the end of the summer.  She had met David at university. Their stormy love affair survived his rapid rise through the ranks of middle and senior management; it lasted through the birth of their child; carried on when he made his fortune in derivatives; endured her brush with cervical cancer; lived on when their offspring left the parental home in search of distant lands; survived his sudden decision to move into the world of academia and buy a spacious residence in Nice, alongside the Opera House. How could their love perish so spectacularly? She turned at the top of the stairs, looking intensely at the choppy sea, hoping that its beauty would sooth her pain. It looked dark and murky.

Start of the Festive Season

Oxford Street and - from 15 November – Regent Street and South Molton Street are lit up by amazing street lights, which – traditionally – herald the beginning of the festive season. This year, we have – amongst other curiosities - a giant Marmite illuminations, and a number of twinkly displays featured across the major roads in Mayfair and the West End.

I got into a party spirit at Aspinal of London on Brook Street, fueled by champagne, while getting a new leather diary for 2013, embossed with my name. Many retailers, who are based in and around South Molton Street, offered champagne as part of the shopping extravaganza which coincided with the switch of the lights. The cast from Horrible Histories: Barmy Britain provided entertainment, and  a selection of Christmas carols created a joyous atmosphere. Yes, I ended the evening with a few purchases, my favourite being a pair of mid-arm-long soft leather gloves with fringing alongside the whole length – wonderful!

On South Molton Street, in a Prada coat; Missoni scarf; with Michael Kors handbag; and a hat from Solar

Adorable Autumn

The new season started with a fun day out in the Chippenham`s Borough Parade where my friend Karen opened a fabulous Vintage Couture 77 boutique; we modeled designer outfits which she was selling on the launch day, fueled nicely by champagne and a massive cake shaped like a Chanel handbag. As Autumnal weather brought more rain, I found refuge in the Wallace Collection where I learnt about Sèvres Porcelain. The company was founded in 1738 and counted heads of state amongst its patrons and collectors, including Louis XV and Catherine the Great. As the leafs become red and yellow, I discovered Lanvin`s macaroons, a great collaboration between Alber Elbaz, who created a colorful box, and Ladurée, who filled it with deliciousness. As the wind intensified, I met Jackie Collins, who provided invaluable advice on writing. As the mornings got darker, I won a photo competition (first time in my life) with a creative take on what one can describe as quite dull everyday activity.

As I say `goodbye` to October, my diary is already full of interesting activities, which will keep me amused till Christmas.

A photo from Gazette & Herald, depicting opening of Vintage Couture 77 boutique

Changing Face of Chester

Recently, we visited Chester and stayed at a gorgeous Green Bough Hotel, the winner of Cheshire's Small Hotel of the Year 2011. It occupies a few well preserved buildings, offering a mix of authentic glamour, impeccable service, excellent food, and modern amenities, in a leafy Hoole area.

In Green Bough Hotel, wearing a James Lakeland dress

From there, one can easily get to the sites of Roman Chester, and adorable Grosvenor Mall, famed for its elegant Tudor facades of rows and rows of chic shops. Our bestest friends live in Chester, and we have been coming here for so long that we had become well acquainted with many delightful owners of designer boutiques, and made the Grosvenor our base from where we would ogle - over champagne and coffee - hundreds of newly acquired trophies: bejewelled dresses; outré animal print coats; ultra-high heeled shoes; and leather skinnies, all discovered during crazily indulgent shopping sprees. Many happy days, and fabulously decadent nights on the town would have us coming back for more, over the last decade. That was `then` and `now` Chester is losing many of its charming independent outlets, which used to offer excellent service and an incredible selection of high quality goods. Firstly, a few years ago MaxMara closed down, followed by Kurt Geiger. And then, the undisputed queen of style – Alizari – from where I amassed an impressive collection of Marc Cain`s fabulous garments and breath-taking accessories, closed its doors for good. I thought I would cry when Victoria texted me the news…… Jays is the latest victim of the prevailing recession.  When would it stop? How many dreams would be shattered before we can see ` green roots` of recovery?

Fashion Show Appropriate

With the London Fashion Week in full swing, a question of `fashion show appropriate attire` comes to mind, as style doyennes contemplate `what to wear where`. It used to be so easy – one would put on a dress by the designer whose front row (or any other row) one was invited to seat at.  Then, the `look`  for a fashion show changed, and 2 leading, but opposing options, were created: to appear casually dressed in jeans and a  boyfriend`s jumper (but accessorised with a Rolex and a Prada bag), or to dress up immaculately, with exaggerated elegance, complemented with some real `bling`. And now? What is `fashion show suitable` now?

Over the years, I have had a few hits, as well as 1 or 2 misses, but my most successful look came out at DAKS London Fashion Week`s Spring/Summer 2012 show. A few days before, I purchased an oversized dress (looks good only on a slim frame) from a pop up boutique, in London`s Carnaby Street. Designed by a talented fashion student, it is made of neoprene (wet suit material) and fur. Part nonchalant, part glam (the fur) solution.

London Fashion Week, Somerset House, accessorised with a Fendi clutch and Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses

Perfect for standing out from fashion crowd, and models who looked as if they last ate anything in Autumn/Winter 2009.

`But We Are All Fabulous` said Donatella Versace....

…when I asked her for tips on looking `fabulously forty` and not `frumpily forty `. I realised what she meant when I went to Europe last week, for an important family celebration. I met with – amongst other members of my family – my two sisters, Gigi and Barbara. They lead interesting lives: Gigi is currently redecorating her antique-filled home, working on exciting editorial projects, and caring for a supermodel-looking son. Barbara had published a book, and is successfully utilising new media in her business venture, while looking after her family and letting her hair down during Zumba classes.

LtoR: I am wearing a pink Versace dress and diamond earrings from Dubai; Barbara (centre); and Gigi (right)

They both take great care of themselves, experimenting with a new minimalist look, while still maintaining her favourite bohemian appearance most of the time (Gigi) or welcoming the new season with a glimpse of something unexpected: juxtaposition of colour or dangerously tight, elaborate necklace (Barbara). They know who they are, and don`t shy away from discovering new ideas. In fact, they welcome life changes and enjoy making the best out of every situation. I am certain they are the women Donatella referred to when she uttered the word `fabulous`.   

Back to Black

When the leading labels such as Valentino, Fendi, Ferragamo, Dior and Gucci sent glamorous rebels and vixens, clad in glossy black leather, down the catwalks across the globe, and Chanel introduced a new fragrance, called Noir, bottled in an opaque dark flacon, the message become clear– black is back! It played on my mind when we visited Africa a few weeks ago, searching for furniture to decorate our newly acquired abode. While we were there, I noticed a lovely leather bed (black, of course!) in an Italian boutique but felt it was too bulky for our airy apartment. After a couple of days, having visited every single furniture shop in town, without a positive outcome, we knew we needed to find a local craftsman and go the bespoke route.

I am eyeing up this marvellous sofa/bench, made by world-renown artisans from Mali, which I discovered in a gallery in our African town, as my next purchase. It would add charm and finesse to our penthouse

We were lucky to discover the very same evening a fabulously loud reggae bar, on a rooftop, with breath-taking views over the ocean and the town centre; the place was so cool and slick, and decorated with shiny, black-coloured coffee tables, black sofas and loungers, and all kitted out with comfortable cushions, made of soft fabric in the same hue. A helpful owner introduced us to his Ghanaian furniture maker, who – in turn – initiated a meeting, the next morning, with a carpenter from Guinea Bissau, who agreed to make 6 pieces of furniture for us. All bespoke, carefully measured to fit specific areas of our apartment. We are very happy we are feeding money into the local community rather than forking out for hugely expensive and hazardously unreliable shipping of furniture from Europe. I can`t wait for my couture pieces!

Luxurious Lace

Every year, I help stage a fashion show for my local charities. This August – without exception – Nousha, the star of the current TV series, the Hotel Inspector, had opened her picturesque garden for all of us to party in aid of Dementia Concern; Samaritans; and the British Institute for Brain Injured Children. The fashion show, which featured Nousha`s creations, was a traffic stopper (literally!) earning Nousha, and the models, numerous compliments.

The fashion show`s finale

The clothes and accessories on show were hand made from organic cotton, some later dyed into different colours, and intricately woven into lace pattern. We saw sumptuous skirts; sexy yet sophisticated dresses; and tantalising tops, some with billowing sleeves, and other adorned with minuscule pearl drops.

Taking a break from selling raffle tickets to partygoers, in a James Lakeland dress, and my favourite shades by Marc Jacobs

We were served a delicious lunch of saffron rice with lamb, and an array of vegetables, and later burned the calories by vigorously dancing to live music.

Colour me Beautiful

We are setting up home in Africa, on a wind-swept island, framed by a fast-moving ocean. It provides a theatrical backdrop to even the most tedious activity, as massive waves crash in a spectacular range of colours: azure, cobalt, navy, sapphire, cream, cerulean and indigo. Boisterous by day, the ocean becomes placid at dusk and the evenings are graced by richly coloured sky, with rosy lavender, amethyst, and crimson hues fighting for attention.

In a La Perla swimwear and Marc Jacobs sunglasses

Olympics` Legacy

If you were, as I was, amazed by the Olympians` athleticism on display, you might be thinking how great it was to see the results of such an intensive training on their bodies and minds. Sadly, this incredible event is coming to its end and many are preoccupied with predicting what would be the legacy of the games. How long would we hold on to this great sporting spirit? How often would we recall the enthusiasm of the general public, the camaraderie, fairness, and the sheer courage to compete against all odds? How long would we bask in the glory of staging one of the best shows on earth? What would be left when the bright lights are switched off, and the roar of the masses dies down? Some talk about regeneration of East London, others about the whole generation that gained new role models……and me? I wish the legacy will be – simply – the pursuit of excellence. In everything we do, starting with taking care of ourselves. The Brits are now the fattest nation in Europe; the streets are full of overweight, unhealthy people. I sincerely hope the athletes would inspire millions to start their own crusade to transform their flabby flesh into lean and healthy physique, and to alter their mind-sets and dream about greatness…..and achieve unattainable goals. Let`s not say `sorry` for being fabulous but be proud to be the best we can be (!)

Saying `goodbye` to the Olympics in a Michael Kors dress, and Swarovski earrings

Style judgement

`Why do many women look so dowdy? There is so much choice in the shops` - asks my husband when we see a particularly bad case of frumpiness. He is not the only one who pays attention to what women wear and how we present ourselves. One of my colleagues` PA told me recently that he was aghast to see me wearing a set of crystal-decorated eyelashes; the other commented lately on `that horrid looking TV presenter`; and a stranger complimented me yesterday on `looking glam` in a Michael Kors silk dress and a tiara. Well, men notice but don`t always tell us what they think of our style choices. And if they did, would we want to make more effort?