OR: What’s Peruvian/Italian/Austrian/Belgian for; “Don’t get any of your cheap make-up on that dress sample, you blogger!”
Hey All,
I was a bit cheeky last night if truth be known. I love Brown Thomas, as you may already know, even when I’m not actually buying anything in there; when I’m just shoe-perving, or clothes-lusting, or trying perfume samples and eating Laudrée Macaroons, it’s great.
Anyway, last night, in the company of designers Christopher de Vos and Peter Pilotto, Brown Thomas showcased the new Peter Pilotto SS11 collection. (Though named after only one designer, the collections are created by both men; Pilotto focuses on textiles and prints, De Vos on silhouette and draping).
The collection is gorgeous; It’s feminine, yet edgy; the fabrics move and flow yet the dresses are structured. Soft draping enhances the fact that the pieces are also perfectly tailored to the figure. The prints are beautiful – a small pallette was used to create a kind of abstract, butterfly wing / leopard-print, design. What’s more, the collection is completely wearable; I’m more of an Autumn / Winter kind of gal, but this collection has me all of a flutter for spring, 2011.
To cut a long story short I accosted a Peter Pilotto personal assistant, politely enquired as to whether I could try on a piece from the SS11 collection. Having spent a good part of the afternoon drooling over photos of it on Style.com, I was positively anxious to get myself into at least one piece. Specifically the dress on the left below.
I was informed that if I was to allow said assistant to ‘dress’ me, (and keep a very close eye on me) then I was allowed to try to get into the sample.
… then I realised I am not actually in anyway sample-size proportions… This is going to be embarrassing. Little did I know.
So there I am, in the 1st floor dressing rooms in BT’s:
Stripped to the waist, (“if you take off your bra the dress might fit better”;
Bent over with arms forward like I’m mimicking Superman;
A scarf over my face to prevent my nasty make-up smearing the couture, (thus rendering me temporarily blind),
and with a very patient assistant attempting to pull a designer dress onto me.
My thoughts? Oh Lord if this gets stuck… Breathe in…
Oh what?! People are queueing now?
But the changing room door’s open and my arms are stuck in the air…
Yup, that was a flash of boob…
Oh God just get the bloody thing on…
Ah there we go… wait, what do you mean there are still buttons and a zip to do up…?
…And now I have to walk in it?
OK slowly does it, out to the shop floor so my pal can take a few snaps with the camera phone. (Listen I needed evidence that this dress was on me).
And straight back to the changing rooms we go…
Buttons undone, zip undone, deep reviving breaths – I haven’t taken a breath for 10 minutes – starting to go faint. Scarf over face, bent over, arms out, dress up and over, another boob-flash and it’s off… Phew…
Ah, it was so worth it though. – FYI or amusement, this is me looking ever-so slightly embarrassed in the middle of Brown Thomas, unable to breathe! Nice frock though right?

Love the detail, the contrast collar and placket (where the buttons are) really stands out and the draped / folded detail around the waist is really flattering. Man these men know how to dress women.

In case you’re wondering what the meaning of the subtitle is, Peter Pilotto is half Austrian / half Italian, Christopher De Vos is half Belgian / half Peruvian; they met while studying at The Royal Academy of Fine Arts in Antwerp.
Xx
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