Wild Horses Couldn't Pull Me Away

Just When I thought Alice Dellal couldn't be more perfect, Karl Lagerfeld, once again, perfects perfection.

The youngest and most assymetric of the Dellal clan can be credited for the entirety of my style outlook on life since I first saw her trying on clothes in Oxfam in a cameo on MTV's 'Daisy Lowe in 24 hours' when I was 13. It's not easy to steal focus from Daisy Lowe, yet for me and Alice, it was love at first sight.

And though my style influences have since evolved from the torn fishnet, studded denim and brick heavy man boots look, she still remains the very heart of my style and outlook.

And that is why I fell in love with the most recent Boy Chanel Campaign.

For me, style is all about juxtaposition and contrast. Every yin item must be balanced with a yang. For every studded collar there must be a frilly cuff. An innocent and childlike dress must be balance by an undercut or stripper heel. Even if your entire look for an evening is prim and modest and respectful, you must counteract a slither of it with a subtle sprinkle of naughty, a secret edge that will only be noticed if looking very closely.

So nothing, nothing, nothing could radiate such perfection as an image of the beautiful, undercutted and studded Alice Dellal in the wardrobe of a prepped and privaliged Blair Waldorf type.

The clothes are perfect enough, but worn by a woman of similar strain and little edge she would not glow. But paired with her tousled blowing undercut and striking, dark face the woman is transformed into the embodiment of the ideal woman. My very own virgin mother.

And I have never seen a more beautiful woman, than the woman in this campaign.

God save Alice Dellal.

(Alice Dellal, Chanel, Boy Chanel, Punk, Undercut, Karl Lagerfeld)