get your rah rahs out

The past two days have been GORGEOUS here in London, and yesterday was just magic: met up with Jen (the Style Crusader) then joined by a growing, incredibly wonderful group of friends: bloggers, mostly, but all with wonderful style. We had such a blast street shooting & eating cupcakes, and I kept shooting Jen in her rah rah skirt from Rare. (Mine is in the post, but that's for another post). I kept shooting her all day, shouting at her 'work it!' and cracking her up.



(btw: for those of you kids out there, my title is a really lame reference to a Rolling Stones' album cover. Ask your parents - or your grandparents - or, if you want some further reading, click here. God bless wikipedia!)

Weird coincidence: while I was posting this, I could hear Mr. Dot playing this song while patiently waiting for me to post so we can run out. It's a great song, please click on it because it really does fit this post. Jagger really does have innate great style. And he looks uncannily, exactly like Mr. Dot did when I met him in NY. Hence being here now, in London.



I LOVE Jen's ensemble and feel it is spot on perfect: the soft peachy nude pink flower petals of the skirt are balanced by the hard geometric lines of her black knit biker style jacket (I'll find out from where), then the white ribbed skinny 'wifebeater' tee (what is the WORD for them? I wear them all the time), black tights, white sneakers sans laces, and to make sure it's not too matchy matchy, brown leather Alexander McQueen bag. Oh and magenta nails. Can you top that!