Showing posts with label barbara matthews von enger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label barbara matthews von enger. Show all posts

4 July 2013

Barbara at Paris couture

This is my favourite look of Barbara von Enger at Paris couture. It's so chic and relaxed. A wonderful way to celebrate summer. What I admire most about Barbara is that she can do arty and colourful as seen HERE and black on white as seen above and still look divine. Don't you just adore the pretty white dress? Image Via

27 May 2013

At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities

Barbara von Enger shot by David of Nyanzi Report after the shows in Paris. Adore those orange earrings and her laughter. We leave you with this lovely quote by Fyodor Dostoyevsky below:

If you wish to glimpse inside a human soul and get to know a man, don't bother analyzing his ways of being silent, of talking, of weeping, of seeing how much he is moved by noble ideas; you will get better results if you just watch him laugh. If he laughs well, he's a good man.

24 May 2013

Barbara von Enger

Barbara von Enger pause for a photograph en route to Dior haute couture show. The image was shot by Adam Katz of Le 21eme. What comes to mind when one sees this divine shade of tangerine? The Jamaican Tangelo!

8 March 2013

Barbara von Enger, Paris



Image of Barbara von Enger arriving at the Elie Saab show  by Adam of Le 21eme.  We love the colour story here. See how the colours mingle together like friends at a dinner party. Must ask Barbara the history of her coat. It's divine! We wish you all a very radiant week. Be ye kind one to another.

30 January 2013

17 January 2013

The feet of dancers shine with mirth


Image by Alastair Muir: Dancers: Cira Robinson and Jazmon Voss.

The Swan by Stephen Spender.
The trumpets were curled away, the drum beat no more,
Only the Swan, the Swan, danced in my brain:
All night she spun; dropped, lifted again,
Arched and curved her arms; sunk on the frore
Snow-brittle feathers skirting her; reclined on hands
Buckling her waist, where the moon glanced.
How small her waist was, and the feet that danced!.

Sometimes she bent back, and a breeze fanned
Her hair that touched the ground, and, shown
Between her Swan’s legs, feather and white down.

Life is alive again, my lovelies. Barbara von Enger is dancing again!
This post is dedicated to Barbara who is now fully recoverd from a dancing injury, and is currently back on stage!