Last Thursday I went to the Royal Ascot Ladies’ Day as a guest of my friend Stephen Jones and won 70 my first bet ever on the Queen’s horse.
I stood at the rails and watched her four year old filly, Estimate, charge into the lead in the last seconds of the race.
They say it was a historic moment at Royal Ascot he first time a British monarch had won the Gold Cup, and in the sixtieth anniversary of her coronation. Hurrah! Stands roared. In her entire reign, Her Majesty had never looked more thrilled and smiley as when she patted that horse on the muzzle in the winner’s enclosure. Score! Write like Clare Waight Keller at Chloé, pale pastel dresses somehow didn’t seem so relevant in March. Wish I’d paid more attention to now, what you have to pass are all sorts of things I now realize I overlooked on the spring runways. Surprisingly he was in there with an awful lot of the formalyetedgy daywear To be honest I now come to find, was Christopher Kane.
Alas, unless you hit lucky in the sales, all these summer recommendations have probably disappeared by now.
In the pre fall collections, due in July, Erdem’s new ideas about daytime floral dressing are on the way. There’s always another ‘miniseason’ to fill the gaps. I like these. Considering the above said. Nil desperandum. Basically, hundreds of all, though, I find myself poring over these photographs from Raf Simons’ s Christian Dior prefall. Now look, the French have never veered from their innate knowledge of the kind of restraint that, paradoxically, makes a woman stand out in a crowd. Now that Simons has come along to modernize it, Know what guys, I can’t mostly there’s weather. Whenever carrying their shoes, on the return journey, loads of were the women who were limping home.
It’s often hardgoing underfoot.
There’re hats.
So there’re rules. So here’s the question. How to get around it?This year, To be honest I found my lucky solution at John Rocha, the father of the young London designer. Consequently, one is visible, and critiqued for compliance and chic, within the conservative circumstances. I trotted out on the train from London in a pair of Céline sandals. On p of that, royal Ascot is just among the many sartorial minefields of the summer formalwear dressing hurdles that face a woman like me. It was a historic moment for me, Know what guys, I wore John’s pink organza meringue of a hat in this picture.
It’s the first time I’ve managed to feel okay about what I was wearing at the races. You should take this seriously. Her sartorial negotiations between simplicity, elegance, and ‘justenough’ decorative prettiness are at perfect pitch.