This morning come reports from London that Celine has very quietly closed its London store on Bruton Street, its only standalone in the city. The company is keeping quiet about what this means, if it's a sign of things to come, or what the future holds in the London retail game. We couldn't have loved Phoebe Philo's first resort collection for the label more, and we certainly weren't alone. So here's hoping this is just a little blip and not the beginning of more financial woes for the brand.
Céline Spring 2011: Grown-Up Clothes for Grown-Up…Girls
PARIS--I was not supposed to attend Céline. However, my fairy godmother secured me a ticket at the 11th hour, which means I hightailed it down to the Tennis Club de Paris on the outskirts of the city just minutes before the show was about to start. My cab wouldn't take me right there--84 Georges Lafont--because it's technically outside of the city line, so I ran the last ten minutes of the trip. I'm happy to report that I arrived as they began to rip the plastic off of the runway. (Which, by the way, seemed to be made out of some sort of cork.) The standing spots were terrible, so I plopped myself on the edge of the pit. It was then and there that I decided, other than A-A-4, you can't get much better than sitting with the photogs. I watched designer Phoebe Philo's women gingerly walk down the runway in low-slung, wide-legged pants, jumpsuits in everything from denim to leather (also low-slung), and several shells with squared shoulders that looked as though they were made of a mix of cotton and neoprene. The models wore their hair in low ponytails, their crowns teased to perfection.