blue jean baby

Thanks to the wonderful blogging global community, trends now seem to crop up overnight, like mushrooms. But still, I feel, different cities and countries have their own personalities. It's subtle, but for example I notice that when I'm in the states I see more denim than in London. I don't know if it's cause I'm more in a city here, and countryside there? And South Beach Miami is so chilled, of course I'd see more denim short shorts there.



So a bit of blue, especially faded, is really feeling like a luxury fabric to me now. And I'm loving it as a third in the trilogy of camel and black (the obvious third, of course, being white, with red a close second). I've always loved camel and black with hot pink - my bullfighters combination - but that's just me, I'm weird.







When I saw Hedvig for a press event the other day (more on that to follow) I was wearing high heels - rare for me - and a skirt and pearls, and still felt like a tomboy next to her in tight ripped jeans. I forget where she got the jeans - Zara maybe? But her gorgeous heels are Acne and new birthday bag from her boyfriend is the Mulberry one she's been wishing for. Somehow the old fashioned shape of those heels feels so new right now.

Something old, new, borrowed, blue: I feel when I've got those four things in balance, all is well with the world.

Must run. The Tube strike really played havoc with our Fashion Press Week plans yesterday. I mean, what if we bloggers just went on strike, huh? I say next Wednesday, no one who has a blog should ride the tube. THAT would show them!