Turkish Delight.

Question: Is there an indulgence more scrumptious and enticing then a cube of sticky, nutty fillo goodness that is baklava, paired with the, rich and permeating scent of a fresh, loose leaf, mint tea? The sweet fiend thinks not but I defy anyone to prove otherwise. Sweet tooth, pfff - Sweet teeth, YES!  My taste buds demand the insipid, packed full of menacing sugars and sweeteners. I, like a ferrel child have become dependent on sugary induced highs and fear the very lows a withdrawal may induce. With sobriety not an option but a must (so says the dentist), I look for ways to overcome this o so sweet vice of mine. Umit Benan may have the answer, in the form of his Kombolói (worry beads). This primitive pass time is proving to be far more captivating then the sodomy seen in the form of Alber and Christopher's accessories (Once again, small things amuse small minds). Beads aside, the Turkish born designer brings substance in the form of his exquisite tailoring and opulent fabrics in a benign choice of colour, all draped on a bunch of average Joe's.... Hooray - Average is soon to be the new black, which means that I, in all my average glory can appear from the dark shadows of beauty and perfection. Yet the imperfect still feels the urge to criticise, Just the one I promise... Its just those Carrot pants on steroids - I cant say I understand the reasoning behind them nor its beauty. Opinions please....

Pics courtesy of Vogue