A child’s bedroom, filled with impossibly beautifully dressed Harrods teddies resplendent in Chanel capes (that the bears were actually sent to Paris to be fitted for!) and Gabrielle Chanel dolls, equally exquisitely clothed. Chunky figures of Karl Lagerfeld are dotted about the room while a doll’s house is intricately detailed with Chanel references.
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| Inside the doll’s house |
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| Inside the doll’s house. |
There’s a tweed room.. entirely clad with black tweed with the white outline of an icon Chanel item, a recreation of Karl’s Studio 7L and a room with a giant replica Chanel bag. I’m not going to give away everything because there still needs to be some magic for visitors, but suffice to say that the Couture room is nothing short of stunning.
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| The leather lined room dedicated to the Chanel 2.55 bag |
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| Lift doors tell you where to head! |
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| Giant Chanel bag. |
But now for the beauty news: Shocking Pink, the collection. Exclusively to celebrate their Harrods flashmob, Chanel has created a pink collection and the stand out is the item I blogged this morning, the Poudre Tissee, £46. Along with that there are three Rouge Allures in shades of pink. Kensington is fuschia, Hyde Park is a coral based pink and Belgravia has gold and silver shimmer. A lipgloss, Levres Scintillantes Glossimer in Chelsea is neon pink!
The Chanel beauty area on the ground floor has been totally Chaneled-Up – sweetie jars full of Chanel make up and giant fragrance bottles are fabulous – a real celebration of the brand.
The installation runs from 5th September for 3 weeks – I can’t recommend it enough – and it’s free. I suspect this one will queue round the block so get there early if you want to see it. And, if you can’t you can always check out the windows..which are stuffed with Chanel things. If, of course, you aren’t a Chanel fan, avoid like the plague!
So finally, I have to mention that not only did all my Chanel dreams come true, but I also finally met Sam Chapman one half of the uber-tubers, PixiWoos. Because I was properly in the Chanel mood, she kindly came with me to Chanel on Sloane street so I could pick out a ring and she was approached in the shop by a fan for a photo! Blimey! That was interesting enough, but when a customer asked one of the shop assistants to make her a cup of coffee, I nearly fell off my chair. “We don’t serve coffee,” was the reply. And as if that wasn’t excitement enough, the woman in front of me was getting a refund that added up to the national debt of the UK. Chin – meet floor. So, I’m star stuck in about a million ways today, but have a lovely sparkly ring to show for it.
NB: Sneaky look at my new bling although my hands look like sausages.. sigh.
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