FASHION BIKINI

The new collection winter 2007 is now available in our stores.Simple during daytime; sensual at night, this winter 2007 no woman will want to miss this little extra of charm; the ornaments of her underclothing; lace; preferably light and delicate is past of the celebration as a guest of honour.This winter 2007, charm and seduction are the name of the game, deep down to the colours. The corsets and lingerie are characterized by an abundance of warm and suggestive colours,starting with a large range of red tones, widely associated with black notes, some romantic pinks also join in this enticing paletter that continues in worm and candied chestnut colours…

New store Zahar lingerie at City Mall.Zahar lingerie is now at the new commercial City Mall in Dora.A new colour has been brought in to brighter up the interior.A pink colour at the background of the shop




Fresh prints hippie-style, animal skin prints, stripes, black and white palettes… a complete swimwear line for fully-figured bodies providing comfort and style.

Particularly suited for bigger sizes, this elegant and comfortable line allows greater support. Matching paréos provide a nice addition to embellish fully-figured bodies

Woven ropes and pearls, embroidered triangles and in crochet, superposed colors, stripes, polka dots,… a line of bikinis that radiates joy of life!

A scale of printed two-pieces bikini with plane matching paréo

Intertwining giant motifs, graphical lines competing with stripes and flowers, a tropical exuberance on ethnic rythms… All in elegance and refinement.

"Santa Cruz" two-piece swimsuit with plunging neckline

Intertwining giant motifs, graphical lines competing with stripes and flowers, a tropical exuberance on ethnic rythms… All in elegance and refinement.

MAKEUP: LISA AHARON

MAKEUP: LISA AHARON
THE WORK: Marc Jacobs, Marc by Marc Jacobs, Vera Wang, Jeremy Laing, Tommy Hilfiger, Givenchy Couture, Giorgio Armani Privé, Custo Barcelona, Zero Maria Cornejo, 3.1 Phillip Lim, United Bamboo and Ports 1961. INSPIRATION: “Serge Lutens, Pat McGrath, Dick Page. Film and music.” TOOLS SHE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: “My Inoui ID brushes and Shu Uemura lash curler.” PRODUCTS SHE CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT: “Caudalíe Beauty Elixir, Homéoplasmine, Laura Mercier Secret Camouflage, Chanel black kohl pencil, Rouge Dior Lipstick in ‘Rich Garnet,’ Armani #2 Sheer Cream Blush, Nars ‘Penny Lane’ Cream Blush.” BEAUTY ICONS: “Brigitte Bardot and Audrey Hepburn.” BIGGEST SPLURGE IN HER KIT: “Paris Berlin foundations—they are amazing!” UP NEXT: “I’ve always wanted to move to New York to do fashion. Recently, that happened, as I am now first assistant to a brilliant makeup artist, and I moved there this fall.” —Kim Izzo
Shown: Backstage at GIORGIO ARMANI PRIVE Fall 2007.

THE CHALLENGE: YOUR ULTIMATE EYEBROW

THE CHALLENGE: YOUR ULTIMATE EYEBROW
THE MASTER
Mathew Nigara, makeup artist for Diane von Furstenberg, Monique Lhuillier and BCBG runway shows, as well as celebrities like Kate Winslet and Sarah Michelle Gellar.
NIGARA’S BROW ICONS
Elizabeth Taylor in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof and Cate Blanchett.
WHY YOU NEED TO MASTER IT
“Like your eyes and lips, eyebrows are a characteristic that should offer you options. Consider the power of a smoky eye. A darkened brow can be an equally bold expression. In the same way, precisely manicured arches can be a powerful statement alongside soft, neutral eyes. Your ultimate goal is to get an elongated brow—one that mimics the shape of the eyebrow when you push the skin at your temple back toward your hairline. Think of it as an upside-down check mark: long, straight and flat, with a downward curve at the end. You need the downward slope to make it look natural, so you don’t appear to be in a constant state of surprise. This straighter, gentle arching look brings attention toward the centre of your face, gives you a slightly lifted appearance and is the perfect frame for your eyes. Forget the idea of having the arch placed directly above the pupil. You don’t want the comma, parenthesis or any other kind of punctuation mark–shaped brow.”
DIANE VON FURSTENBERG Fall 2007. Photography by Beautytakes.

Alexander McQueen PARIS, March

PARIS, March 4, 2005 – Tippi Hedren and Marilyn Monroe. Biker molls and sweater girls. You got it: Alexander McQueen went to the sixties, all the way, for fall. With its filched movie and rock 'n' roll themes, the collection read as a knowing vehicle, a McQueen director's cut. Glacially restrained tailoring, early rocker chic, the classic Hollywood ball gown moment: He had 'em all. Plus great hair, great music, and a roar of old-school glamour.
But there's no such thing as a McQueen routine without a sinister psychological subtext or two. Was there a hint in the invitation—a pastiche of the film poster for Vertigo, superimposed with the title of another Hitchcock movie, The Man Who Knew Too Much? What McQueen knows shows aplenty. His combined knowledge of Savile Row tailoring and Parisian couture means he can scissor an impeccably narrow gray tweed coat or a nipped-waist pencil skirt suit, and put sizzle into period sobriety. The same goes for his showstopper Charles James-meets-Marilyn evening gowns, with their strapless sculpted fishtails and "Happy birthday, Mr. President" spangles.
But there's an underlying strain in all this knowingness, too. At a time when fashion demands commercial reality, theatrics alone can't carry a show. McQueen, perhaps with a weary sense of show 'em what they want, also put out a lot (Navajo blankets, tasseled suede circa The Misfits), which turned parts of the presentation into a merchandise run-through of dubious taste. A cynical trotting out of an overextended theme isn't what the fashion world expects of Alexander McQueen. We know; he knows: He's bigger than that. So was that why, to the sounds of Elvis echoing through the hall, he left the building without comment?– Sarah Mower

PARIS, October 10, 2003 – It takes a showman like Alexander McQueen

PARIS, October 10, 2003 – It takes a showman like Alexander McQueen to get the lifeblood pumping back into fashion performance. His show—staged in the Salle Wagram, a nineteenth-century Parisian dance hall—was an exuberantly hilarious reenactment of Sydney Pollack's Depression-era film They Shoot Horses, Don't They? Choreographed by Michael Clark over two weeks of intensive rehearsals in London, the narrative involved dancers, models, and audience in a visceral celebration of exquisitely glamorous clothes.
In the opening scene, the girls entered—dancing for all they were worth on the arms of muscle-bound sailors and hunky hopefuls—dressed in fishtailed silver lamé, figure-hugging cha-cha dresses, and show-stopping gowns with spangled bodices and huge feathered skirts. Other competitors whirled on wearing pink corseted tulle tutus over gray ballet sweats; mint satin tap-suits; or a slinky confection of gray checkerboard chiffon. A Billie Holiday look-alike, dramatically vamping in pink charmeuse and ostrich, vied for attention as flashy bodysuited showgirls were energetically twirled aloft by their partners.
McQueen's signatures—elaborately pieced tailoring (now beautifully softened with delicate inserts of lingerie) and body-hugging denims spliced onto nude tulle—also did star turns. The pace picked up even further in the elimination race, in which morphed-together fluorescent chiffons and sports pieces ran hell-for-leather (on impossibly high heels) in a hotly contested dash around the room.
There was even an opening for daywear. Blue-collar marathon survivors staggered out wearing plaid shirts, coats, and skirts made from quilts and recycled patchworks of shirting material, all crafted to the McQueen sex-bomb template. The show reached its climax as a lone exhausted dancer in a silver sequined gown mock-expired center stage. As she was carried off by the designer and his choreographer, thunderous applause rocked the hall.– Sarah Mower

Alexander McQueen’s PARIS, March 8, 2003

PARIS, March 8, 2003 – A glass wind-tunnel corridor bridging a snow-covered wasteland: that was the bleak techno-meets-nature setting for Alexander McQueen’s mind trip for fall. "I wanted it to be like a nomadic journey across the tundra," he said. "A big, desolate space, so that nothing would distract from the work."
The clothes, sculpted into his signature nip-waisted, stiff A-line skirt silhouettes, exhibited all the intense craft and some of the shapes that he learned during his stint at Givenchy couture. It bumped his ready-to-wear up to a new level, and if the plot—which traveled through Eurasian ethnic into punk and on to motocross—wasn't all that understandable, the decorative impact made up for it.
Fantastic details were lavished on dramatic structured carapaces, embroidered, painted and mind-blowingly embellished to look like antique samurai armor, Russian lacquered dolls and tribal ceremonial dress. Somewhere along the line, the stiff pleated skirts segued into molded suits, done in jigsaws of two-tone checkerboard—the better to show off the designer’s devilishly accurate cutting skills.
McQueen can’t resist some theatrics: he sent two models into the wind tunnel, one wearing a skintight leather suit harnessed to a billowing parachute, the other dragging a twenty-foot kimono into the eye of the fake snowstorm. Still, the moments that made the audience catch its breath were those that betrayed McQueen's softer, more romantic side. One was a jacket constructed of white tulle pom-poms that looked like a bubble of snowballs. The other was the prettiest dress in the show: pale gray chiffon cut in an empire shape, embroidered with sequins and worn by Natalia Vodianova with the brightest red ruched over-the-knee boots.– Sarah Mower

Alexander McQueen PARIS

PARIS, March 9, 2002 – Casting away all but one of his usual theatrical props, Alexander McQueen proved to Paris that his design can stand on its own dramatically erotic strengths. Showing in the shadowy medieval vaulted hall of the Conciergerie, McQueen couldn't resist a lone, macabre trick—a vista of a pack of caged wolves, and the opening image of a lone figure clad in a purple leather cape leading a pair of dogs (who looked more scared than scary). But that was just for old times' sake. When his models stalked out in brown tweed, tailored to within an inch of their lives, and strapped into variations on brown leather braces, it was clear McQueen was concentrating on clothes and not theatrics.
His vixenish women had tiny-waisted silhouettes done with amazing attention to cut and detail. Milkmaid necklines—far from innocent-were pushed up by leather bodices that curved down into the tightest pencil skirts, and finished off with thigh-high leather boots. McQueen moved from that Helmut Newton-esque fantasy to another—bad schoolgirls, who mixed lingerie and silver lamé ties and skirts in with their proper blazers and duffels. For a splendid finale, he brought out romantic flouncy skirts, an exaggerated puff sleeved black velvet coat and a skirt made of swags of jet beading. Best of all, he's softened his sometimes severe hand so that the idea of wearing these pieces seems not just possible, but quite appealing.
A trim McQueen took his bow in a bespoke suit made by the Savile Row tailors, Huntsman. It seemed like a coming of age. "I wanted it to be romantic, beautiful," he said. "Power to the women! I got fit for this and I worked hard for it."– Sarah Mower