>> Considering that I puked my guts out up in icy climes, at the tender age of five because I couldn't hack the altitude of the Swiss alps, I seem to have a persistent fondness of Alpine scenes on clothes. The hills are well and truly alive according to not one but two blog posts that feature the lilting words of Julie Andrews. Blame my parents for bringing me up on a strict video diet of Sound of Music on rotation with Oliver and Grease.
Carven went high up into the mountains with their resort collection before taking a round the world riotous of yellow and pink for spring summer 2012 and apparently, that's yielding them good results. Suffice to say, Carven have had a good year and as I predicted long ago, A stronghold of Carven-devotees are now very much present to match the other cult of Wang-ites and they've got the sales to back that up with My-Wardrobe saying that it's the fastest selling label they've got. It couldn't happen to a nicer bloke as I can strongly attest that Guillaume Henry is giving, what was essentially a defunct house with a few perfumes, every bit of creative and commercial nous he's got up his sleeve.
The summer of Carven therefore begins with me yodelling badly from the heights of my balcony, wearing a matching silk t-shirt and shorts combo my My Wardrobe. A handy gift voucher meant that I could commit the unspoken no-no of donning a "total look". When it's a total look that involves completing a picture postcard scene though, it's hard to resist looking like I'm wearing a sandwich board for a brand.