Phew the party marathon continues. I’m just itching to just do some of those simple things that make life sweet, walking the dog, curling up in front of a classic film, having tea and cake with a friend… I loathe to say it but I am starting to sound like my mother! Tonight I am rebelling against my lethargy and am donning this spectacular creation from Viktor and Rolf, I’m determined to make an impact and will be flirting with all the paparazzi!
I’m off to a purple party. I loathe these sort of things usually as I really hate being told what to wear but I’ve had this gorgeous chiffon Rodarte dress hanging in my wardrobe for a while now waiting for an excuse to be worn. The trend for skyscraper shoes doesn’t seem to be dwindling any time soon. I feel like Bambi!
Too many carrot cocktails last night… It’s Sonny’s fault. I didn’t go near the bar, he just kept handing them to me, what’s a girl to do? Trouble is I’ve got commitments for the next three nights so I am going to have to perk myself up somehow. I’ll take Stella for a walk in the park in a bit. Hopefully the fresh air will revive me. I’ve already picked out this pale peach and black Christopher Kane dress so I need to get some colour in my cheeks or I will literally disappear underneath all the flesh tone and squiggles!
I’m off to an art show opening this evening and thought I should dress up (any excuse) the look I’m going for is kooky and interesting. Hopefully this Basso and Brooke outfit will help me live up to that. The shoes are terrifyingly tall but I figured I must suffer for my own art!
My new solo show 'Whatever Happened to the Men of Tomorrow?' opens on Thursday 4th June at Andipa Gallery in London. It features brand new images of installations that I have been placing around London over the past year. It runs until the 27th June. More images to follow over the next couple of weeks....
It was lucky I postponed lunch until today. I don’t know what I was thinking even considering turning up at Harrods tea rooms to meet my Grandmother in denim, let alone super tight denim with designer rips – even if it is the height of haute couture. Thankfully Grandmother approved of my Chanel ensemble, anything Karl Largerfeld does is a work of art to her. I’m pretty sure she has big a crush on him!
The fashion editors have been rocking this Balmain jacket all season so I thought it was about my time to get my paws on one. It arrived this morning from a certain online chic boutique and I spent a good hour admiring myself in the mirror and another good hour trying to squeeze my tush into the super skinny jeans. Luckily for me they are meant to have rips because I feel as if I might make a few more any minute now. I’m supposed to be having lunch with my grandmother but I am going to have to cancel as there is no way I can eat lunch or I might pop!
I'm back at home in London town and I'm rebelling against the glamour and austerity of the past few days in a spot of Charles Anastase. Yes the nerd is back. Ever since Luella sent her models down the catwalk in geek glasses I have been a huge fan... and now Charles has sent me giddy with these thickies! Oh and don't even get me started on these shoes...
stepping out in Cannes in these baby's is sure to turn heads, if only because the waiting list is as long as infinitely long arms. I'm a bit worried about this gorgeous Cannes sunshine though. It might make for some very interesting tan patterns on my paws!
off to see if I can spot the Pitt, don't tell Sonny though, he hates it when I flirt with international superstars...
Just doing a spot of schmoosing on the french riviera... yes the pull of Cannes was to much for me, plus the fact that I had to give these darling Louis Vuitton heels a proper trip out. I've been doing an awful lot of rubbing shoulders with the starlets... Penelope... Paris... Peaches... I just need posh to complete the set!
Another shot of one of my Tunnel 228 installations. This one is crammed in a dark corner away from the main 'action'. All the installations feature shift workers or night workers of one sort or another; the people who keep things running in a city behind the scenes, in reference to the workers in the film Metropolis who slave away below ground to keep the city running for those above...
Sorry to those who couldn't get tickets - they sold out very quickly but the show might be restaged in the Autumn.
I've been so busy that I have been neglecting you guys. I know how much you need your daily fix of my stunning wardrobe. It's not been any fun for me either so today I have donned a little of my favorite Luella to cheer me up. Now I just need to keep my paws crossed that the weather is going to cheer up for this weekend. Exciting things happening. I'll tell you all about it next week, I promise!
have a fabulous weekend bunny kisses Fifi Lapin xxx
I've been working on some installations for a new art/theatre show that opens this week. The show is called Tunnel 228 and is being organised jointly by The Old Vic theater and Punch Drunk, an alternative theatre company. What makes the show so exciting is that is set in old disused tunnels under Waterloo station in London that are normally not open to the public. The show uses Fritz Lang's classic film Metropolis as a springboard and is half an art show, with works by Antony Micallef, Mark Jenkins, Polly Morgan and Xenz amongst many others, and half a performance. I have hidden miniature installations around the space, lit with tiny lights - you will have to explore to find them. Tickets are free, but you will have to book online to reserve a place --------->Sorry, seems the tickets have sold out! To see more about the show look here ----------> http://tinyurl.com/tunnel-288