Woke up this morning and it's - big surprise - grey and cold and kind of damp out there in London town. And in my head, the images I'm pulling from a week of shooting at press events are the jolts of colour. I want colour: the brighter the better. I want heat and tropicality and swimming, but not swimming in the indoor chlorinated pool, lovely as it is, with the whole process of swimming caps and hair dryers, I want bright turquoise water and I want to wear hot pink with orange and lime green with aqua.
That's what I want.
Shot all these at the Arcadia group's press day, which includes Topshop, Miss Selfridge and, shown here, Wallis, a brand I didn't even particularly know but which caught my imagination, especially a really cool label (I love the design of the label itself) called 1923. Only the retro-ness of it doesn't feel as much 20s to me, as 60s. It was held in an amazing space: all white and huge and multi levelled, tucked away off the street, right near Carnaby Street, like a cool, very exclusive, very private club.
Could have sat for hours with Kit and Shini and other lovely fashion friends, nibbling on sushi and sipping the most amazing tropical mango fruit 'cocktails' and watching Kit do her nails - quickly and quite perfectly. I know everyone's leaning towards grey these days for nails, and browns and things, but I feel myself going full circle towards good old fashioned hot hot pink.
What I'm wearing: old, (not vintage, just old), lime green 3/4 length sleeve boat necked cotton jumper from the Gap, wide legged navy crepe trousers that I've had forever, 'vintage' i.e. thrift shop brown leather Prada heels, and, tossed carelessly on the floor, a favourite vintage (50s or 60s) chocolate brown faux fur from Portobello Road. Vesta crystal hot pink watch by Storm. There's a story there, of course. There's always a story.