


Swedish born, London based Fannie Schiavoni creates amazing jewellery.
Her trademark chain pieces drape beautifully, following the lines of the feminine form. She uses hard-wearing, structurally sound materials to create elegant work. Her designs are going from strength to strength, this collection has taken the successful parts of her previous work and developed them beautifully.
Her A/W ‘10 designs have evolved onwards from the simple chain work, including metal scales and dyed sheep wool, making her pieces not just accessories but items of clothing.
You may have seen her cage dress if you’re an avid reader of Style Bubble, but expect to see a lot more of Fannie Schiavoni’s work in the future as Q magazine has recently strewn Lady Gaga with her work and plastered her all over the magazine.
Fannie’s designs are currently available on Browns Focus and Kabiri, but, if you are planning to invest in a piece I recommend you wait until the new collection is available, as it’s stunning!
For more info, visit her website.
Words and images by Clare Potts

Friday saw the start of London Fashion Week, with the official first digital steps to a digital LFW. LFW launched its new Digital Space, the Paul Costelloe show was streamed live, followed by a short film of 50 years of creative Britain, entitled Love & Money.
LFW has changed dramatically in its 26 years, at one time it was only the privileged and the big names in fashion such as the likes of Anna Wintour, who were invited and it was touch-and-go as to whether you’d get into a show, or whether your seat would turn out to be occupied by Boy George. Now ” Through bloggers and front row Tweeters, access has grown and grown,” said Caroline Rush, chief executive of the British Fashion Council. Now with the introduction of digital streaming the shows will become accessible to any fashion lover.
Throughout the course of LFW Live shows will be streamed on the LFW website, while the Digital Space will showcase fashion films from designers throughout the week. Designers including LP.BG, Danielle Scutt and Craig Lawrence used the British Fashion Councils FC screen to showcase their autumn/winter 2010-11 collection.
To view the schedule for the upcoming digital shows click the link below
Ever been stood behind someone in a queue and had an overwhelming urge to grab hold of their trousers and yank them up? Well I have! And it seems I’m not alone. It appears that whilst a hefty chunk of the population are wearing their trousers so low they risk dragging them along like a defiant dog, the rest are becoming more and more irritated by what, could arguably, be classed as public indecency.
For years now women have come under increasing scrutiny for revealing too much. Too much cleavage, too much leg and dare I say too much bottom from those ultra tight, low cut skinnies. Well I feel it’s time to shine the spotlight on the men with which we co-exist, and the culprits in question who are revealing too much underpant.
I first witnessed this bottom baring trend back in the early ‘90s whilst indulging in sensational American teen melodrama’s, where a new breed of ‘Californian surfer dudes’ mooched aimlessly around shopping mall’s jeans perched on the skyline of their ‘hiney’, with a side tilting cap and statement skateboard in tow.
Yet as time passed, the fictional stereotype portrayed on screen seeped through to influence the style of the everyday man on the street. As it now stands, this look has spread to a wide cross section of society thus quashing the original stereotype set by droopy draw’d ‘dudes’. Yes, unfortunately for us straight-laced citizens, it seems that growing numbers of men are opting for low slung, drop crotch jeans and trousers; from school boys to young professionals to even – and I grit my teeth when saying it –some young women.
My sentiments on the matter, although tinged with cynicism, do carry a poignant significance; if this bottom baring trend is to take over, what will happen to the fate of the trusty belt?

There are not many designers in any generation with the ability to do what McQueen did, which is marry epic imagination with mind-blowing technical skill. He was a designer with an eye to what was next.
What will be forever synonymous with the name Alexander McQueen was his inability to compromise on anything. His collections repeatedly showed exquisite tailoring, paired with feminine romance and wearability with the cutting edge of high fashion. It was enviable assemblage that has emblazoned the name of Alexander McQueen into any self-respecting Fashionistas consciousness over the past 15 years.
Since his graduation show from St. Martins in 1995 he soared to the dizzying heights of haute couture world. What was the secret of his success? Well, as alexandermcqueen.com so perfectly described, it is the blend of these things: ‘Fragility and strength, tradition and modernity and fluidity and severity.’
Take, for example, McQueen’s Autumn/Winter 2006 runway show, entitled ‘The Widows of Culloden’. McQueen here was taking inspiration from his own heritage, referencing the infamous and bloody battle fought at Culloden in Scotland. Fiercely political and emotionally raw, it set the stage perfectly as the collection that really made McQueen’s name. It was a very British affair and one that had a message; that perhaps the medium of fashion that was once thought of as vapid could have something relevant and poignant to say about a nation’s history and people.
It is perhaps because of McQueen’s strong political statements in his shows that earned him the title of the perennial bad boy of British fashion. Indeed you only need to glance at his most recent collection to see this.
McQueen’s brand of fashion was playful, confrontational and unforgettable; it is one that took you by the scruff of the neck, made sure you looked it in the eye, and once you’d seen it, you would not want to stop looking.
R.I.P Alexander Lee McQueen 1969 – 2010

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As I walked down Market Street on Tuesday afternoon, I endured the daily routine. Battling my way through the army of ‘charity workers’ (I use the term loosely) still insisting they’re “not after your money” (when they are clearly after your money), slipping past the evangelist’s frantically thrusting leaflets as well as their ideals into your passing face, skilfully dodge the big issue seller’s, followed by the homeless folk festering conveniently, I might add, next to the cash machine I really need to use. Then it’s the “have you been involved in an accident or injury” pest’s, and let’s not forget; lurking in the distance, ‘the street performance artists’ (again I shall use the term loosely) where their only ‘talent’ involves being painted white and standing still; totally still. Of course I didn’t feel compelled to rush over and empty the contents of my purse.
As I weaved in and out, desperate to find a sheltered environment free of public nuisance’s, it struck me just how hardened I had become to this behaviour; behaviour that to a person unaccustomed to city life would seem truly bizarre, like stumbling into an alternate universe filled with rejects from ‘Britain’s Got Talent’ Simon Cowell had so callously chewed up, spat out and banished to the centre of Manchester.
And it seemed it wasn’t just me who had become blasé about this weird social behaviour. Take for instance the lovely chap; I feel I must pay tribute to him, who parades around the city streets wearing nothing more than a loincloth to save our blushes. You would think such an act would do more than raise a few eyebrows, yet among the locals it warrants nothing more than a side glance and a dismissive grunt. But maybe it is that those of us who live and work in Manchester have simply become immune to the effects of such strange public exhibitions.
Yet despite my derisive remarks, I must say that without the quirky eccentrics that dwell among our city streets, maybe we would as a city lack character. Character that has helped to define Manchester as one of the most cosmopolitan cities in Europe; a city which set’s trends and produces huge talent across the spectrum. Perhaps without the wealth of curious eccentrics that inhabit our city, previous generations would have lacked the freedom to push the boundaries of dress; through fear of standing out too much or fear of being ridiculed. These eccentrics have paved the way for those who want to dress outrageously or use the high street as a platform to showcase their talents. They have inadvertently challenged social attitudes with regards to dress, behaviour and conduct.
So next time you make the perilous journey across Market Street, you might refrain from rolling up the M.E.N in a bid to swat away a city centre loiterer, and instead acknowledge their small roll in contributing to our city’s inimitable charm.

Whilst reading the Guardian online this week, I came across an interesting article on the ask Hadley feature, which was entitled, Why are so many fashion trends impossible to wear if you have breasts larger than a B-cup size?
As Hadley noted, this subject has caused quite a split amongst the fashion industry. Some fashion protesters have argued that high fashion is a part of the industry that has become dominated by 20 something, size four models, who have been chosen by gay designers to make women look ‘different’, rather then attractive. It is an industry that is all about appealing to gay men.
On the other hand, designers and fashion experts claim that contrary to popular belief, this type of model and the garments she parades have been created to set an example to women; these models have been chosen to embody the ideal that women should dress for themselves and not for heterosexual males. This takes stand against claims that high fashion is a ‘cruel anti-feminine industry, in which the sole goal is to make women feel bad about themselves.’ commented Hadley.
But unfortunately as a result of the goal to achieve the perfect, empowering woman and her wardrobe, the garments that are produced for this type of breed of female don’t usually seem to fit the everyday, full figured female population. And this is why the breast issue continues.
As Hadley stated ‘part of the reason why fashion gets such a bad rap; because it is basically a private member’s club that excludes men’. Being a young female working within the industry, I and many other women do find something refreshing in the fact that most areas of the fashion industry aren’t focused upon or obsessed with breast. But the problem is that we ourselves as women are obsessed with breast, we want bigger, better, smaller, we want perfection, because we live in a breast obsessed world! Even if some individuals over a B-cup reduced down to this ‘ideal’ fashion size, the likely hood is that many would still remain unhappy as they would perceive themselves as imperfect in the eyes the rest of the world.
Unfortunately we just have to face the fact that in some cases high fashion and breast go together like a pair of Jimmy Choos with a tracksuit.



Dolce and Gabbana have released their latest ad campaign which features a sultry, vamped up 51-year-old Madonna. The images depict Madonna as a italian housewife in midst of her domestic chores, sweeping the floor and hiding behind some washing that she’s in the process of hanging out to dry. The ad images also show the housewife’s saucy side, when she is applying her make-up in a provocative manner and stroking a cat in an clevage amplifying, strapped corset. In another she sits crying on the edge of a bed with a half packed suitcase, seemingly ready to leave her husband and family.
Earlier in the week provocative images of Sex and the City’s Kim Cattrall were seen in numerous publications, which seemed to cause mixed reactions amongst the public. Many commented that the 53 year old Sex and the City actress was too old to be dressing in such a manner and it should be left to young women. Whilst on the other hand many were quick to praise Kim Cattrall attitude, of just because she is middle aged, it doesn’t mean she can’t give young actresses and models a run for their money. I imagine that Madonna’s sexed up Dolce and Gabbana campaign may lead to the same debates, which I’m sure will prove to be no skin off Madonna’s nose she has built her career around controversy and shock tactics.
I personally think it’s great that both stars have the confidence to star in such risque shoots at 50years+. I don’t blame them one bit, I’m sure if we all looked in our 30’s at 50+, we would all be doing the same. As long as the shots are not offensive and shot in a tasteful manner then I don’t see the problem.
In both shoots the images have captured both Madonna’s and Kim Cattrall’s femininity and sensuality, showing they are powerful, desirable, naturally beautiful women. I say fashion vamps!
Yesterday, en route to the MFN office, I witnessed a young child no more than 3 years old wearing large, chunky gold hoop earrings, hoops that I myself a blatent lover of tacky bling, would not have dared to wear. I’m not talking dainty little clip on earrings, I’m talking about a mammoth pair of heavy gold hoops. I felt incensed that the parents of this child had thrust these monstrosities upon her, and being that young, it was evident she wasn’t even able to clip them through her tiny earlobes.
It was also clear that the child was of an age where personal opinion, opinion not only about the size and shape of the offending items, but the actual act of having her ears pierced, was not a factor. This provokes the question; do parents have the right to modify a child’s appearance for cosmetic reasons?
Body modification is a fickle subject; I was only the tender age of 6 when I had my ears pierced, and this was only after badgering my parents for many months. Looking back I think it was a very young age to have a gun pierce and embed metallic studs into my ears, but it was essentially my body and my decision.
In England and Wales there is currently no statutory age limit for cosmetic piercing, the law only requires a parent or guardian present. But is this fair? Before seeing the infant sporting such oversized accessories, I had never really questioned parents’ rights to modify their children’s bodies. You see babies with tiny stud earrings, ok so they don’t evoke such public outcry as the case I have just stated, but children who are in their infancy are, let’s face it, unable to consent because they lack the ability to rationally form opinion. This leads me to question parent’s motives; why subject your child to a procedure which will undoubtedly cause them harm? Yes it will only be temporary but body modification procedures such as ear piercing don’t have health benefits, we’re not talking vaccine injections, it’s purely cosmetic.
I think that the root of my anguish is that there are some people out there who are so narcissistic even the smallest procedure will in their mind ‘enhance’ their child’s appearance. A child enters the world in the most natural, beautiful form and for someone to think they are enhancing their appearance by stapling jewellery to them is ludicrous. Of course as you grow older body modification is appealing, for many it becomes a form of self expression. Whether a person wants to adorn themself in piercing’s or tatoo’s or both, it all comes down to personal choice.
However, when there is no age restrictions a child has the choice taken away from them and it is left entirely in the hands of their parents. With such relaxed legislation, unfortunately many precious little ears will not remain intact for long.

In tribute to MFN’s X Frock-ter blog, I thought I would bring you what perhaps maybe the final X Frock-ter fashion face off between Dannii and Cheryl; if reports that Dannii is set to be replaced are true.
The ever glamourous pair attended last nights National Television Awards, where it wasn’t just the X Factor that triumphed, Dannii Minogue came out victorious once again over the young geordie beauty.
It was Danniis first major public appearance since she announced she was pregnant, and she certainly was glowing. She opted for a classic horizontally striped, monochrome, vintage prom dress paired with towering fire engine red platforms.
Cole unfortunately failed to shine, in perhaps the worst gown choice of the evening. She wore a Stephane Rolland long, grey, embellished chiffon dress which only exencuated how dramatically thin she now looks. And teamed the dress with matching cuffs.
After many months in battle, the resounding of this years X-Frock-ter fashion face off is….. Miss Dannii Minogue. She blew the public and press away with her effortless style and excellent fashion choices that were, sexy, confident and sophisticated. From maxi to minidresses, she regularly opted for her favourite Australian designers J’Aton Couture and Ralph & Russo. And full credit to Dannii she pulled together her own outfits, without the aid of stylists – resulting in edgy hairdos, statement earrings and a floor-sweeping gown. Well done Dannii!



