Dior Addict
Head first, I strode one of the most architecturally fashionable squares of the world. Almost instantly the black sign informed me where I was: Avenue Monte Carlo, If my classically clad feet had pursued further I would be venturing (according to the sign) into the land of Gucci, Valentino, Hermes, Lalique and Prada. But no, I have always been a Dior girl at heart, my visit this time would not be passed scanning the elegant ensembles, it would be however with me being seated on a shiny gold stool, and my lips being outlined and filled with every shade of red that Dior has launched for this Autumn Winter.
Roksander Ilincic
The Store in the Fonteivielle is surrounded by chandeliers and marble flooring, and the make up stylists are wearing head to toe Dior
I was seated, rather advantageously opposite the Blumarine store with its coming and goings of the French Riviera Chic. The stylist informed that the red lip was the couleur the rigueur for the coming season, its true of course it was the main lip stain from Chanel to Roksanda Ilincic. The lipstick didn't even make an imprint onto the wine glass she sipped at, in between her immaculate delivery of the product description.
Chanel
Personally I don’t think there has ever been a better season to wear the shade, It blends in perfectly with the Ladylike and the Minimal look, Those Skirts and Stella McCartney pared down separates are all canvases for a bit of rouge. So we start off with a careful selection of every product, I am thus presented with Dior Addict, after a professionally swift colour consultation the stylist presents me with a shade to try on.
Donna Karan
The process is luxury within itself, with a reapplied base, and eyes, I allow myself to dream of the alluring result, “ah c’est parfait!”adds the stylist as she graciously holds the mirror for me to look. The result needless to say was fabulous, my lips smiled back an ecstatic “merci” and rather English “it’s exactly what I wanted”.
Just Cavalli Red Lips
It was so perfect and sophisticated a match that I didn’t feel compelled to remove it, before hitting the Monaco promenade. And that’s exactly what I did, my best fashion foot forward and my Technicolor Red lippy safe within my clutch I strolled down Promenade des Champions basking in the knowledge that I was modelling the very best of French style and like everything French I wasn’t overdone, I was chic.
