Mr Burlington is in trouble...

Mr Burlington is in trouble...

It is a habit of his: he is quite the adventurer, which is probably why I was so drawn to him in the first place. Strong-willed and ambitious, he has made himself against all social predicaments: both his parents were Sicilian immigrates in the US and still do not speak a very good English, and Mr Burlington rose through society like Fitzgerald’s Gatsby, supporting himself through business school and penetrating the sacro saint sepulchre of the American capital’s high society on his own.

I don’t think I have ever met such an intelligent man, and he is one of the persons I admire the most: yes he is feisty, yes he endeavours to break into the closed circle of the high and mighty, yes he can be frank in a brutal way, but he is also one of the most genuine persons I know, smart, free-spirited, courageous and reliable as a friend.

To break through life when you come from nowhere, you must have some balls, you must not be scared of breaking social rules.

This is where it went wrong: it is an Icarus’ tale really, if you are too impatient and want to high fly too fast, you end up burning your wings.

Mr Burlington went to Paris some time ago to sponsor a fashion week party at Neo: after a couple of weeks without news, I started wondering why he had disappeared from the London party scene. I was half thinking he might have decided to stay in France and take Paris by storm, when his boss contacted me by email regarding work, and dropped in our email exchange: ‘Dave is in prison in France’.

In prison? How?! Why??? All I could think is that he had managed to pick a fight with someone, the police had come over and they had found out he did not have a European working visa.
Unable to shed some light on the whole situation, I ran over to his club, then contacted half our common database, and ended up getting his address in France: ‘maison d’arret de Douai’. How French people have the good humour to call a prison ‘a home of arrest’, I cannot begin to fathom, it really makes me mad! ‘Maison d’arret de Douai, letters, photos, no packages’... no phone calls.

How isolated can you be when you are secluded between four walls, in a country where you don’t speak the language, incapable of talking to your friends or family? Really, the idea of a prison where you would keep criminals away from society has become so common that you would probably not stop to wonder how cruel the concept of depriving someone of their liberty of movements truly is: can you imagine suddenly not being able to walk where you want, meet who you like, see what you please, see life around you? Have you ever considered yourself in this kind of position? Is this really the best solution we could find? Because it seems not only like torture, it seems like you cannot get out of such a space if you spend too much time in it... You must go mad in this kind of place.

Yes he fucked up. He ran away from the US when he was 23 because he was about to serve a 2 year sentence for some drug-related issue. He is not a dealer, and for I know him well, I would say he just tried to make enough money to get ahead as fast as he could. But what would get you a slap on the wrist in the UK, where everybody has tried coke, will have much graver consequences in a place like the State of New York which applies a no-tolerance policy.

At 23, he decided to make a run for it: he probably was old enough to know what he might risk, but are you not a kid at that age? Are you not a boy? Do you ever think of the consequences of your actions to their full extent? Do you ever imagine that your life could be taken away in a snap? It is an age when you feel immortal and invincible. And what of punishing someone for dealing with a substance in a recreational way while it is common knowledge that 80% of the New York youth has tried it? Isn’t it slightly hypocritical?

Mr Burlington’s passport was flagged and he was arrested on his way back to London. He is now facing 12 years for running away 5 years ago. He was 23. Today he is 28 and if he is deported to the US, he will be 40 when he gets out. For a boy’s mistake.

Do we call this justice?

Champagnista V

Bitnik Champagnista

Are you a globetrotting fashionista?

Dear all,

All is well in the fashion world again, but I feel like i am coming back from the grave. I hope you didn't miss my posts too much (so presomptuous I know).

I find it funny how easily one can go off-balance, given the circumstances: a touch of family problems, a pinch of emotional trauma, a little moving out stress, a tad of worrying about friends, and 'bam', you suddenly end-up self-pitying in your sofa on a thursday night, eating only grapes in the hope that it will help you regain some control over your life.

As if.

Although I will say that for my 2 day grape detox: it felt good to avoid alcohol for 48 hours. I believe there is something slightly vicious about wine, in the sense that it can become quite easy to have a couple of glasses in the evening after a hard day, but then you feel weak and tired in the morning, so you need self-medicating the next evening, and before you know it, you forget what it feels like to wake up after a good alcohol-free night, because this odd tiredness that sticks with you has somehow become your natural morning state.

Yes I know, I need to register to AA.

Anyway, let me update you on this wonderfully interesting life of mine in the flying world of high-fashion and the dark abysses of personal drama.

When I came back from Lebanon, i found myself in a bit of a pickle: the landlord decided to refurbish the flat, so everybody needed to move out, and as you must know, finding a nice place in London in a good area on a fashion salary is pretty much like finding a zebra in a henhouse: very very rare.

However, after a few visits, two of my girlfriends and I unearthed the hidden pearl: a small three-bedroom flat on the second floor of an old Georgian building with white walls and moldings on ceilings. Okay, the floor is a little slanted and you feel like you're on the deck of a board (especially after a girls' night in), but it is quite pretty and cozy, there is hot water and pressure in a shower, and it in in the heart of bustling London, in-between Soho, Camden, Angel and Farringdon, 5 minutes away from the new Brunswick center: I am happy.

Happy happy happy but what price did I have to pay to get there...

All my fault I must admit: after my Middle-eastern experience, i started reading 'Into the Wild' followed by 'On the Road', and next thing you knew I felt quite the romantic and endeavoured to have the true bitnik experience, to test myself against the original elements of nature.

Yes, yes, you can laugh all you like: I still think I will do it for real at some point, trade my Zanotti stilettos and Prorsum jacket for cargo trousers and hi-top shoes, and go back-packing into the wild. Well, my real plan is to go across the US on Route 60, walking, hitch-hiking and sleeping outside or at the bon vouloir of chance acquaintaces all the way from Virginia Beach to Arizona. If I survive it should make for interesting posts.

In the mean time, I had a bit of a preview when I had to move, because I had 12 days to spare in-between flats: 'no problem', said my dear little colleague Miss G, 'I know just the place, my boyfriend is living in a houseshare in Finnsbury Park, and they have an attic that can be occupied'.

Intrigued, I go and visit the attic with her, and where i might have gone wrong is that I was just coming from the House of Holland after-party where there had been ... ahem... some champagne and few nibbles, so I arrived there in a very 'arty' state of mind: the attic looked very much like an attic, but through the prism of fashion week euphoria, I fancied seeing a wild space, decorated in a totally esoteric way, piano in the center of the room, one of these places where you could withdraw from the civilization for a little while and explore a million possibilities.

'Beautiful', said I, 'this is just what I am looking for', and handed them £50 for the stay.
Of course after a few days in there, reality did not miss a beat: the piano did not work, the electric heater gave out after 36 hours, and I will not mention the nightly rat and spider visits because really, i do not want to traumatize you with my nightmares.

No what was truly difficult to handle was the cold: the mattress was on the floor, the ceiling was not insulated, and when lying down, you could see a fine line of sky between the floor and the starting point of the roof: you could hear passer-bys' heels clicking on the pavement, and feel the air crossing from one side of the room to the other.

Of course, this is precisely the moment when British weather proceeded to break massively, so temperature dropped to zero degree, wind started blowing like mad and I woke up one morning in a cold sweat and with such a splitting headache that I could not turn my neck round. I am ashamed to say I cried a little...

Anyway, the 12 days were long and painful, and I was not too far from going completely mad when the deliverance date arrived and I moved to East London: but this was not the end of the adventure.

My new landlord is an interesting character, and he is not precisely what I would call 'charismatic'. One thing he cannot stand is people being late.

Fat chance: I nurture the French 'quart d'heure de politesse' (you can arrive 15 minutes late, it is still polite), to me it is one of the most beautiful inventions in French culture.

At any point, I ended up leaving work at the precise time I should have been signing my contract, and 10 minutes later while still in the cab, received a panicked phone call from new flatmate K saying ' the landlord won't let me in unless you and flatmate N arrive and we sign the contract.

... and I have all my stuff with me!!!'

Sure enough, when i got out of the taxi, she had boxes spread out from our street to Kings cross station.

Deep breath, I get in the building, enter the flat, sit down in the living room sofa (marking the territory), and apologize profusely for being late, big smile, flick of the hair, firm but the short skirt might have helped, and I come to an agreement with him: he will let flamate K put all her boxes in the hallway, and we will wait in the pub until Flatmate N arrives and we can all sign the contract together.

In the mean time he will go and see other tenants.

Finally N arrives almost an hour and 10 minutes late, when we are already half way through our first bottle of wine, and all is well that ends well.

Blessful heating!!! I have never appreciated it so much!

So now we are in, and there are no boys around, and no fights, and no flatmate coming back drunk and trying to climb a pipe because he forgot his keys, so no stories just as yet.

I love stories...

Surely they will come though.

I will get back to fashion soon, I have to update you on another tale in the mean time, which might be the beginning of an online campaign for Mr Burlington, who is a dear friend and who is in trouble, like only he can put himself in, dear adventurer.

Champagnista V

CHAMPAGNISTA JOB WHISPER OF THE WEEK

Looking for something different? Why not apply for this fantastic sounding fashion job working at Diane Von Furstenberg.

DVF are looking for an Account Executive Assistant-so here is the nitty gritty...

Need someone who will be overseeing existing wholesale accounts in Russia and Eastern Europe and expanding the territory with new ones, includes travelling to all the major fashion weeks in New York, London, Milan, Paris for the sales campaign and maintaining the accounts (customer service, liasing with headquarters in New York and with other departments in London etc) throughout the year. Part of a team of 5 people reporting to a Sales Manager.

Requirements:

Russian speaker is a must along with the permission to work in the UK. The candidate should be computer literate, able to work with budgets and an interest in fashion is crucial.

Hours: 40 hours per week

Salary: From £20,000 per year

Website: http://www.dvf.com/

Interested? Well apply by email to either Tatiana Putilova or Hillevi Gillanders

tputilova@dvf.com

OR

hgillanders@dvf.com

Closing date: 9 April 2009

GOOD LUCK....XX

CHAMPAGNISTA CONTRIBUTOR- London through the eyes of an American Intern

It’s rare to hear a student claim that there is nothing in there life they wouldn’t change, but I honestly believe I have the best of everything right now.


As an American student studying in London, I have the opportunity to see this glorious city through the eyes of two people—as a tourist and as a Londoner. This unique view of the city allows me to see the small quirks that tourists don’t have the time to see and at the same time gives me a reason to try new things all the time because, unlike someone who lives here full time, my time is quickly fleeting.


This is the reason that when a flat mate of mine told us all about a man called Horton Jupiter that she read about in the newspaper that makes you dinner at his house for a small price, we were intrigued. He calls his business The Secret Ingredient. None of us had ever done, let alone heard of, anything of the kind. Sure enough, the tourist in us took over and we made reservations.


So when we headed out to Dalston Kingsland, as Londoners no doubt because very few tourists ever make it past Zone 1, we had absolutely no idea what to expect. When we arrived, there were already two other tables of people sitting in the living room and he was bustling away in his kitchen preparing all of us what we were sure would be a delicious meal.



The first course was already on the table and immediately we realized our night would be taking on an Asian-inspired theme. I was with 4 of my girlfriends and we had decided to try everything and not ask questions—talk about being adventurous! And so, on went the night, as we ate our way through 5 delicious courses and a 6th and final dessert course.



Feeling completely satisfied and thoroughly full, we sat for a bit and chatted, but we knew it was time to leave when guests from the second dinner sitting of the night started arriving. We left our very reasonable £15 on the table and stopped by the kitchen to speak with our incredibly nice, incredibly eccentric chef and host of the night. Between the guests leaving and the guests coming, there were about 20 people standing in his very small hallway, but we all had a brilliant time.



The five of us headed out along with a couple we had been sitting near at dinner. We had a very pleasant chat with them on the way back to the tube and just like that, we were headed back to our very comfortable, familiar home in Kensington. But it was an incredibly fun evening and definitely something I’d recommend to anyone stuck in a dining rut, and probably even those who aren’t! See, sometimes it’s not a horrible thing to let the tourist in us take over and be a little more adventurous than usual!



By Jaimie Hart

Credit Crunch Fashion

Who said the Fashion world was incapable of taking the credit crunch with a laugh?


Even in the darkest of moments, you can always find a bright side to things: proof with this purse by ByMatao, inspired by the Madoff financial scandal last December (for those of you who are little economically news-centered, Madoff was running a hedgefund which turned out to be a huge scam: he was using the money of new investors to pay shares to the old ones, and lost billions of dollars to his shareholders. Money gone to heaven, never reappeared.)


This tapestry purse is embroidered with an inscription in French that says' Madoff took me everything', and the brand called it 'Trousse crise noire' ('black crisis kit'). Sweet, ironic and quite pretty.


If these shareholders' purse could talk!...


Available online for 45 euros at http://www.bymatao.com/

Champagnista V

Can one learn from “Love?”

Katie Grand's baby, “LOVE” magazine, launched last month (February 2009). It was the long awaited bi-annual magazine published by Conde Nast. Its coming out issue had the delectable Beth Ditto on the front cover in her birthday suit, which certainly caught ones eye- does that woman love showing us her love handles?

With all the debate and excitement, it promised to be the ‘real’ fashion bible for true fashionistas. From the start I was the one who rained on everyones parade- with questions like will it be able to live up to its hype, or was it going to be all fluff and no substance?

I mean was it going to be good enough for me to give up my weekly fashion rags – Grazia and Look- for a fashion bible that I will only buy twice year? Would it truly feed me with the fashion knowledge I crave? Well being a hard nut fashionista I am not easily swayed by a shiny new thing (except shoes- maybe)

Before it’s 2009 launch, Katie Grand, her crew and the Conde Nast hanger ons attended the coming out gathering for LOVE in December 2008. The turn out was an eclectic mix ‘of celebrities’ such as Agyness Deyn, Alexander McQueen, stylist Judy Blame, Tim Blanks and the rest of fashion who enjoyed a Christmas tea party at pop-up restaurant Flash.

The high-class tea was on a par with that of Alice and the Mad Hatter in Wonderland where attendees where served Moet or gin served in tea cups plus mini cheese on toasts. The topic of choice was, of course, ”just how wonderful Love magazine was going to be”. My mole informed that the real fun started when MC Jonnny Woo - in drag - proceeded to drag the crowd through a crazy treasure hunt- something I would have paid to see.

So my fellow Champagnista’s, I will leave it to you to be judge and jury on the power of LOVE, because who knows we might truly learn a little something from Katie and crew, then again nah!

Loving you always,

Champagnista M

Old News, but Good News for Modelizers

The February 2009 i-D magazine was a wet dream for modelizers everywhere (excuse the crudeness).

It had not one, not two but 12 incredible covers dedicated to the best of British models. The "it" girls of the past, present and future moments are a mixture of legends such as Naomi and Kate, and new to the fashion club Agyness deyn and Jourdan Dunn.

So if you did not manage to grab your February Issue, fret not, take a peek below at what you could have had. Other faces included Twiggy, Stella Tennant, Susie Bick, Yasmin LeBon Lily Donaldson, Alice Dellal, Daisy Lowe and newcomer Eliza Cummins (fresh from her turn in Dazed & Confused).

Loving you always,

Champagnista M

Step aside Wintour, there is another fashionista in town!

I never thought I would live to see the day that anyone would ever have the audacity to try and step into the big shoes of Ms Anna Wintour (although the French and Russian Vogue fashion Editors have tried) and be able to fill them, but someone has dared.

Introducing the Japanese VOGUE editor Anna della Russo. She is fashion lover to be reckoned with and who is well known for wearing accessories that need their own security. She dresses in a way that attracts attention and a whole new league of followers who are her unofficial fan club.

She is the Carrie Bradshaw of the fashion world, but is the only member of her private club. The word Credit Crunch is not part of this woman's volcabulary, proof being in the way she has been swaning around fashion week in heinously expensive outfits.

With rumours going around that her wardrobe every season totals to what it will cost to own a townhouse in Chelsea, we are sure designers are clawing at eachother to be in her presence whilst fashion editors of lowly magazines cant help but to turn pea green with envy.

It is her love affair with her favourite labels- Balmain, Alaia, Balenciaga, Dior, Prada, and Chanel- that suddenly gave me the urge to want to move and work at Japanese VOGUE just so she can become my mentor and hopefully bequeath everything to me!

Although ADR (that is what she is known as around fashion circles) is tall and skinny- something all fashionista's usually are so they can fit into the sample sizes- she is certainly not much of looker, as I am sure that i am much prettier than her. That being said she kind of doesnt need to be, because although she has a face only a mother can love her fabulous wardrobe has never been so beautiful.

Loving you always,

Champagnista M

REPORTING FROM THE FRONT LINE- Paris Fashion Week

The end of the weekend bought in fresh news from my Paris contact who at the moment is busy doing the rounds this week at Paris Fashion Week- lucky so-and-so...

Ok here goes, it was Sonia Rykiel's catwalk show that quickly became the talk around the city of lights. Taking place on Sunday 8th March, it had the front row fashion journalists jotting down mercilessly onto their pad. Why? Well she had her models talk as they twirled down the catwalk, saying phrases like "je m'appelle Imogen and i'm wearing a knit dress". Bravo i say- i love it when a designer is creative, makes the 2-3 minutes of runway time a bit more exciting.

SONIA RYKIEL'S TALKING CATWALK SHOW


When it comes to Sonia Rykiel's collection it was all about boyish pantsuits with sequinns and ruffles, and Rykiel's signature sweater dresses where complimented with sparkles- yummy!

Paris fashion week talk was also all about the Lacroix fashion show on Sunday 8th March 2009 that took place in a gritty Parisian car park. "Mmmmm" was all most of the attendees had to say, because to be quite honest a carpark is a no-no for me. The collection was all jewel coloured coats, metallic mini crinis, sweetheart necklines and lace sleeves. It was accessorized with flowery tights, vevet trimmings, metallic belts, and tippets of fake (yes fashionista's) fake fur.

LACROIX CATWALK SHOW- NOTE THE FUR-LOVING IT!

With Paris fashion week in full swing, it was the Givenchy catwalk show on Sunday 8th March 2009 that was out to proving itself this season. Why? Well as all of fashion knows, last season's collection was criticised for alienating all but those who belong to the minus 6 size. So this time round they created a collection that was "...to show lots of diffyerent shapes for all kinds of women"- as quoted and said by Riccardo Tisci.

The Givenchy, show in Paris was all about perfectly cut jackets, coats, tailored dresses and trousers. Note that the Givenchy show was no sober affair, all the models adorned ostrich boas and feather head dresses- very forward thinking.

GIVENCHY CATWALK SHOW- ALL ABOUT BLACK

So what celebrities have been spotted, well Beth Ditto ( the rather large singer from Gossip) was spotted making friends with Karl Lagerfield- a man once criticised for saying out loud and proud that "fat models have no place on the catwalk"- mmm yet he speaks so imtimately to the proudest big woman in celeb land- interesting!!!

Ohhh before i forget, there was yet another celebrity who was making her mark in Paris Fashion week was Pamela Anderson. She was spotted strutting her stuff at the Vivienne Westwood show on Friday 6th March 2009- mmmm did I not tell you- like 20 posts ago,cast your mind back- that those two ladies made friends last season? Well i guess Pamela made an impression on Madame Westwood- which makes me wander that if Pamela can walk the catwalks of Paris then so can i damn it!

PAMELA ROCKING HE WESTWOOD CATWALK IN PARIS

Loving you always

Champagnista M

SAVE THE DATE- A night at Cha Cha, Paris?

I have been invited to a little soiree tomorrow in Paris, but unfortunately this season I am not finding myself strutting around Paris fashion week with my partner in fashion Champagnista V- shame!!!

So allow me to extend the invitation to you. If you are in Paris be sure to attend

KOKON TO ZAI FASH OFF at

located at 47 rue Berger Paris 1er tomorrow night- Tuesday 10th March 2009.

It is an event to celebrate LONDON show ROOMS seven- days showcase for the brightest of London's new talents.

You will be partying from 23:00– late

DJsJONNY WOO SASHA B (Kokon To Zai)

Enjoy my lovelies!!!

Loving you always,

Champagnista M

The Tale of the Banker and his Fashionista

ANNE HATHAWAY'S CHARACTER WAS THE EPITOME OF WHAT A FASHIONISTA HAS TO GO THROUGH BEFORE MAKING IT- NOTE: NOT EVERYONE MAKES IT!

It is an unspoken fact in the fashion industry, fashionistas are always going to be paired up to some over confident banker. Why you might ask? Well us fashionistas get paid peanuts for the pleasure of being in the company of some dragon fashion editor, and because we get paid so little we date bankers who can feed our designer habit without questions.

The thing is, we work in an industry based on how we look. I mean do you see many fat horribly dressed fashion assistants or pr girls (unless their last name is aristocratically connected)? No- I didn’t think you did. We are a breed of 9-5’s who always need to always be adorning the latest outfit, carrying the trendiest bag and wearing the highest heels. Luckily the majority of us love being able to turn heads as we strut down the pavement, but unfortunately being fabulous is not always doable on a budget so we have learnt little tricks to make it work.

First we go to all the parties and feast on canapés, even taking some of them home for later- that’s when our oversized bags come in handy. We buy a Starbucks carry cup and make our own homemade tea/coffee that we drink from it. That way we still look like we are fantastic with our carry on hot drink to everyone whilst saving out hard earned pennies by sipping our very own homemade drink- yummy.

We find a good cobbler to look after our abused heels, this way we do not spend money on a new pair every time we wear down the heel. Lunch is all about sharing a baguette with a fellow fashionista and friend, complimenting the meal with some sliced chorizo and a bag of seedless grapes (there is nothing more unattractive then seeing a girl spit out grape seeds) for dessert.

Finally there is the banker boyfriend, who we enjoy a tic for tac relationship with. They always appreciate having a pretty and fashionable thing on their arm -meaning moi- ( note: bankers are notorious for loving to show off their pretty fashionista girlfriend to colleagues/friends/enemies) and we can appreciate that when we say “Cipriani will be great for tonight sweetie” they will not think that it is yet another girly sex and the city programme on channel 4 and that it was our way of saying we want to stay in- as if we wil sleep when we are old!

So when you hear the tale of yet another banker and a fashionista getting wed in some little quaint church in the some countryside village somewhere, know that they are a match that is just meant to be, because like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich it goes well but you can never explain why!

Loving you always,

Champagnista M

PS- I will let you in on a little whisper, with bankers becoming unemployed due to the current financial crisis, do not find yourself turning to the normal banker ( a Barclays bank manager) because they will never understand why you must simply have ‘that’ pair of shoes, instead date a photographer- because I have heard that they are the next best thing. Happy hunting.

Britney Spear's Wardrobe makes fashion news!

Britney Spears has chosen DSQUARED² to design the clothing for her upcoming “THE CIRCUS STARRING BRITNEY SPEARS” world tour, which begins on March 3 in New Orleans , LA.


Canadian identical twins Dean and Dan Caten of DSQUARED² are continuing to seduce Young Hollywood starlets and pop royalty with their pioneering and provocative designs. The Circus Tour, Britney’s first arena tour in five years, will feature custom designed DSQUARED² costumes for Britney and her dancers for the first segment of the concert. Traditional circus characters such as trapeze artists, clowns, and jugglers, are given a reinterpreted aesthetic with provocative, sinister, and sensualised “sado” concepts.

Each concert will begin with a video segment on stage that will feature a star studded medley of personalities. As Britney calls out to the freaks and weirdoes of the circus, Dean and Dan appear as her new-found ring-masters, dressed in tails and heels; ambiguously sexualized and indiscriminate.

Appearing as both the beast and the ringmaster simultaneously, Britney’s first on-stage DSQUARED² costume is inspired by a seductive, circus lion-tamer. She will appear in a red jacket with royal blue duchet cuffs and gold braided details. The jacket’s shoulders, covered in long flowing animal hair, further enhances the look. The costume is topped off with a replica cheetah head adorned with black tull and ostrich feathers. Equipped with fishnet stockings, lace up boots and a whip, she is ready to take on whomever is thrown into her ring.

Britney’s second look lies beneath her first. As she peels off her ringmaster persona, she is exposed as a sexy dominatrix in a three-piece vixen corset and panty set enriched with Swarovski® crystals and draped chiffon. In this look Britney is surrounded and ultimately thrown into a cage by a parade of chain-bound, dancing sex slaves in leather hoods. Additional DSQUARED² costumes will feature menacing “sado-clowns”, Parisian balancing acts, salacious centaurs and chiselled and chained Houdini men.

Out of the horses mouth the boys have been quoted saying:

“We are enormous fans of Britney, and have been waiting for the perfect opportunity to collaborate with her”, say Dean and Dan Caten, designers behind the forward thinking DSQUARED² brand. “We searched for a different interpretation for this tour, starting with the traditional idea of the circus and then abandoning it. We wanted to create something much more provoking and indecent…something animalistic and primal. The world of the circus is full of contradictions in balance, wonder and desolation, dust and stars, angels and demons. But despite all this, one thing that remains constant is its dream-like element, capable of assembling the public with artists, and catapulting one outside of reality. We are confident that this tour partnership, an autobiographical tribute for one that has always been in the spotlight: scrutinized, watched, imitated, photographed, criticized and loved, will be an enormous success.”


To continue, the Britney outfits are an intelligent mix of "American Dream", irreverent Canadian wit and refined Italian tailoring, together with attention to detail are the foundation of today’s Dsquared2 philosophy, which has given life to a unique new concept of alternative luxury. Dean and Dan Caten are nothing short of an international phenomenon. The Canadian-born twin brothers launched their first ready to wear collection in Milan in 1995 and catapulted into fashion superstars, designing men’s and women’s collections, sunglasses and accessories and even launching a fragrance line in 2008 for women and men (He Wood and She Wood). Since the very beginning, Dsquared2 has always attracted a following among international popstars: Madonna, Christina Aguilera, Rihanna, Usher, Beyonce, Justin Timberlake and now, Britney Spears gets SQUARED2.

So make sure you are up to date with what promises to be eye catching outfits by continuing to check out http://www.champagnista.com/, and we promise to deliver.

Loving you always,

Champagnista M

A CHAMPAGNISTA RANT ON- Love and Poverty...

Does love and poverty truely go hand in hand, or is it just in the movies that a couple can fall in love and live happily ever after penniless and in a rat infested studio apartment in a bad part of town? Surely one can not survive on love alone? I must admit to you my beloved Champagnistas, that for moi love and poverty does not go hand in hand, the whole concept is a definite no-no!

To continue, I like the idea of being in love, i mean what girl doesnt right, but for the love to be a happy one money must not be an issue. Why you might ask- well the idea of being very poor, living in a small flat, with 2 rather under fed children and a husband whose idea of fun is a 6 pack, a lazy boy and the TV just scares me. I dont think that one should give up one for the other.

To conclude my rant, I like the idea of my partner and i both earning a comfortable sum that gives us a nice living, and being in love becomes the oil in the love train that keeps everything choo-chooing along quite nicely, because i why should one have to survive on love alone, i have a louboutin habit to feed!!!

Loving you always,

Champagnista M