tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649446344514211842012-01-27T07:50:45.733ZSTREET STYLE LONDON: Photos by JILLLONDON • ENGLAND • THE WORLDpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.comBlogger13931100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-41952670233974139912012-01-23T16:24:00.000Z2012-01-23T16:24:21.702Zpitcher of water
Last Friday night, I caught a great show on BBC Four, on the making of Simon & Garfunkel's album, Bridge Over Troubled Water. Every song from that album has resonated throughout my life (the Boxer, especially) and I'm going to try to find you songs to illustrate posts. This one might not make any sense, but somehow to me, the line 'sail on silver girl' seems apt for black and white photography.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-2143400222536451652012-01-20T16:16:00.001Z2012-01-20T21:03:07.283Zbits of blue
Stuck for a post title: how many things can you say about blue, really. 'blue coats': doesn't have the same zing, as say, 'the red coats are coming', now does it.
Another juxtaposition, in blue: two different coats, front and back, two different places (East London: Liverpool Station, and South Kensington), but what I like - it's the little things - is in each, in the background, is a littlepolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-79279704418959672692012-01-18T16:47:00.000Z2012-01-18T16:47:50.081Zblack & blue
Three unrelated moments, united by a colour theme. From top: LFW Feb 2011 I think, then at a +J/Uniqlo launch (i.e. Jil Sander for Uniqlo, because I hope you do know, the Jil Sander brand is not designed by Jil Sander and she can't trade under her own name, a cautionary tale!), then back to LFW possibly Sept 2011.
I'm really into cool blue at the moment - denim, knits - with the crispness polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-58805783665912264172012-01-15T20:31:00.001Z2012-01-15T20:31:49.311Ztwist and shout
This is going to start to give you an idea of my age, but really, do I give a toss. I've found a clip from the Ed Sullivan show of when the Beatles came to America for the first time. I remember this.
I remember watching this on TV, and I remember being in Miami, at the Deauville hotel, when a friend of my parents was staying in the same suite the Beatles had just vacated, and teenage polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-72761708381152607892012-01-13T10:10:00.001Z2012-01-13T10:11:22.058Zsinging the blues
While I'm not a big Barbara Streisand fan, I've always loved this song: it makes me so happy for some reason. The logic of it is just so ridiculous: 'I'd rather be blue, thinking of you, I'd rather be blue, over you, than be happy with somebody else.' And I love her outfit: purple and chartreuse stripes, and making roller skates.
Doing a series on the colour blue. There are so many shadespolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-84066150529290589932012-01-07T12:46:00.000Z2012-01-07T12:46:51.134Zpicturing movement
What I wore New Year's Eve: a little 60 second shoot with my husband, the next day, before we went out. I had to go back in and change, and it was all 'hurry up Jill', but it was a casual dinner at our friends' house - I actually wore clear tights under the socks on the night. Beige cashmere cardigan, very old, from my darling mom (it was hers, as a teen), black skirt is actually a velvet polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-45777265299780312662012-01-03T21:09:00.000Z2012-01-03T21:09:24.847Zblue
Kinder Aggugini, Somerset House.
Jim and Maryann's Chair, Tranquility Mills, NJ.
Palm Beach, Florida.
Photos by Jill.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-31274841996873102232012-01-01T08:48:00.001Z2012-01-01T12:33:03.587Zsomething about the light
This post, once again, has nothing to do with fashion, except to say that I blended this colour blue, which I'm wearing still, and it wasn't intentional, but it seemed to me, that day, to be the same hue as the pool.
I took these photos in Florida, last week. In the 'hot tub', a beautiful square pool next to one of the heated pools, where my mom lives. There was something about the light that polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-16927123390662497352011-12-25T17:03:00.001Z2011-12-25T17:10:45.199Zme and my drum
'Hello. I'm Bing.'
The first part is so cheesy, but I love this song:
Just heard the lovely original version, on the radio, driving to the beach on Christmas day, in Florida. I didn't swim in the ocean, because of the Portuguese Man o' War jellyfish, but it was a lovely drive, playing Christmas carols full blast on the radio with the windows open and the ocean breeze on A1A, singing (poorlypolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-9098362702327188312011-12-22T16:24:00.000Z2011-12-22T16:24:10.196Zchristmas juxtaposition 2011
Years from now, we all will be together, if the fates allow. But for now, we'll have to muddle through somehow. So have yourselves a merry little Christmas now.
That song keeps playing on the radio as I drive to the beach, and it gets me every time. I love this version by James Taylor: one of my little gifts, to you.
polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-29650987306099386502011-12-15T22:46:00.001Z2011-12-15T22:53:02.716Zseven swans a swimming
It is totally surreal to be here in paradise, in Florida, during the lead up to Christmas. I keep forgetting and thinking it's summer. I had done this before I realised, it's actually seven swans a swimming! Okay, flying, same thing. Swimming feels like flying, in liquid sky.
Now I'm trying to think of other things to do with the song... which swims through my head, while I do. As before, polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-9127298752137040982011-12-13T18:51:00.000Z2011-12-13T18:51:38.999Zswan lake
Everything happens everywhere, all at once.
That was what someone once wrote, long ago, in graffiti on the wall of the post office on Spring Street, in NY's Soho, when I was working for the most talented (and very cute) animator, doing the early MTV animations. I'd pass it and it felt like the Word of God.
I love the way sometimes, everything feels connected. I love serendipity.
I don't knowpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-3166846172759776292011-12-12T14:16:00.001Z2011-12-12T14:16:44.376Zone swan a swimming
Just flew in to Florida from London last night. Tropical rain this morning, and as I type this, sun's coming out. Off to swim, just sending my love. xoxpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-7759583995359502992011-12-09T13:43:00.000Z2011-12-09T13:43:29.953Zstar bright
More from my Oxford Street Christmas lights series: Juxtaposition with Corrie Nielsen's September show, as before. And just to remind you: this weekend is going to be amazing on Oxford/Regent Street. I just hope I"m well enough to go - before flying to Miami on Sunday!!
So inspired by the Degas show: Picturing Movement, that my darling friend Maralee brought me to yesterday. So inspired, I polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-84017226170253736892011-12-08T12:47:00.001Z2011-12-08T12:47:49.272Zhabitual
So: I don't expect you to remember - we all have busy lives - but way back on 9th November, I posted my dilemma about which jeans from the Raw Denim Bar to keep: I had narrowed it down to two, the pair with the zippers and the 70s style pair from Habitual ('blue jean baby', 9.11). And I was lamenting my indecisive self.
Well, reader, I kept both.
As shown here, worn on Flora, she is shaped polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-36547872019356900272011-12-07T14:29:00.000Z2011-12-07T14:29:22.447Zglitteratzi
This juxtaposition - as before - Oxford Street, Christmas lights, in the rain, and a girl at London Fashion Week, wearing glittery shoes.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-29121064611594339302011-12-05T08:40:00.000Z2011-12-05T08:40:00.184Zrouge allure
More from my Oxford Street Juxtaposition series.
I am so on a roll. I can't get this song out of my head (see 'sweet silver bells'). Please play it, then I won't be the only one.
It was going thru my head last Thursday when I got caught in the rain on Oxford Street, and has inspired me to go thru photos, like memories, making collages. This model was backstage after some show - I forget nowpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-82583758991429858052011-12-04T12:10:00.001Z2011-12-04T19:32:10.059Zoxford street blues
As per 'sweet silver bells': part of my Oxford Street Christmas Catwalk Collage juxtaposition series. Since yesterdays had so many words, just read that, I guess. This one uses one of my shots from Bora Aksu's S/S 2012 show, Somerset House, last September.
There are so many ways to go right now, stylistically: it's really inspiring. Ladylike, bright (like wearing all red, or pure, bright, polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-18368587071793618722011-12-03T17:30:00.000Z2011-12-03T17:30:00.974Zsweet silver bells
Okay: first of all, do you have any idea how hard it was to find this song on youtube? Try typing in 'merry merry merry Christmas,' which was the only part of the lyrics I remembered at first, and then 'Christmas is here'. I'll save you the trouble: you'll just have to trust me, you can come up with a hell of a lot.
Thursday night, I ventured out with the bug I had been trying to nip in the polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-9263206007308892992011-12-02T12:12:00.001Z2011-12-02T12:31:49.158Za cinderella story
Home with a cold, looking for something else, stumbled on this shot- a blast from the past. When I first started my 'street style' blog, before everyone and their cousin was shooting street style (hence me backing off - creativity DEMANDS change, all mediums stagnate if you keep churning it out), one of my earliest photos: shot with my dad's Pentax, when I'd only allow myself one or two shots. polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-88778637707856458382011-12-01T20:10:00.000Z2011-12-01T20:10:01.604Zsmall world
Rain: cold. Trying to nip a bug in the bud, and I went out (more about that later) only to turn around, with take away Wasabi noodle soup, while watching the One Show. And who should be on it but Chris Martin and the guys from Cold Play, talking about KIDS COMPANY and how impressed they are with them, and Camila B, and the work they're doing, and asked how they could help. And as a result, polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-90132685728108220662011-12-01T14:15:00.001Z2011-12-01T14:17:42.481Zmadi can you fetch daddy's slippers
Like with the Cutey bracelets recently, this is the other post that SHAME ON ME for not doing sooner: a lovely young woman named Ella asked if I wanted to review a pair of a new line of slippers - 'home boots' - called KUSKUS. I chose these green pair. She sent them to me - a gift, and I've been happily wearing them ever since, but did I respond in kind by telling you guys about it? NO. Why? polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-44347699852245254702011-11-29T14:17:00.002Z2011-11-29T14:41:38.238Zkids today
Have you ever been so inspired that you can't sleep? That you miss a yoga class you really wanted to go to just to stay home, play music and play around with photographic images: abstractions of colour and shape and light?
That's what's happening to me today.
Yesterday, I was invited to a small, intimate, private event at the beautiful Covent Garden Hotel on Monmouth Street, hosted by polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-75032101476354922782011-11-28T08:52:00.000Z2011-11-28T08:52:21.491Zand while the Pope owns 51% of General Motors
My gift to you on this autumnal Monday morning: a juxtaposition of a different kind. Sound and image that seem, at first, in contrast (catwalk shots, George Harrison) but.. well, what can I say. Click below, turn up the volume, even if you're in the office, and let me know if it works.
Let's just say: I've been up to here with the dark side of the fashion blogging world, and it's time for mepolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-11045523779841979422011-11-27T10:11:00.001Z2011-11-27T10:14:07.013Zcutey
I like people who keep things simple. And I like people who do what they say. So when I was contacted by Ashley, at CUTEY, who managed to say in less time than it will take me to write this post, that.. actually, I'll quote her email, in its entirety:
Hello
I saw your blog and wondering if you would be intrested in reviewing one of our bracelets, or running a givaway?
I'm from the brand cuteypolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-55238578875081506732011-11-25T17:23:00.000Z2011-11-25T17:23:31.827Zaltered egos
For a coon's age, I've been wanting to join in with the wonderful women who do the FBFF posts (that's Fashion Beauty Friend Friday, a generous creation by Katy Rose of Modly Chic): this is the week I'm ready to dive in.
The question is: who is the person we'd be if circumstances allowed? We're meant to create an outfit - a self style post - but it's dark and I only have the cat at the moment polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-8961220011183543672011-11-24T11:17:00.000Z2011-11-24T11:17:28.593Zwith thanks
A friend said recently that I'm writing my posts as if no one was reading. In a way, it feels like that, especially today: if you are in American, you're probably not. You're either cooking, or trying to get out of work in time to get on the road, on a train, to the airport, in time for dinner, in the middle of the afternoon.
And here in London, you'd never know Thanksgiving existed. I boughtpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-14203494282940161392011-11-22T12:01:00.000Z2011-11-22T12:01:58.939Zpalm beach on acid
I was trying to think of the right song to illustrate this post, and The Girl from Ipenema immediate came to mind. But lo and behold, it's the stage set that got me - it's SO Jonathan Adler!
Are you sorted? Is it playing? Speaker turned up loud? Good.
It all began with an invitation from India Hicks to a party she was throwing for Jonathan Adler, to launch his first UK shop, on Sloane polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-39308050326971087712011-11-20T16:52:00.003Z2011-11-20T17:04:54.195Zlimey
The summer I was 12, I went to my first summer-long sleep away camp: Camp Birchwood, of West Goshen, Connecticutt, with my good friend Linda, who to this day is one of my closest friends. I can remember exactly what I wore to Grand Central Station, where my parents took my sister and I, to take the train with our new bunk mates. It was a very bright green, very sharp looking culotte dress - polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-26168525447083694602011-11-20T11:00:00.001Z2011-11-20T11:00:02.589Zback to basics
It's been a long time, far too long, since I've been to any yoga class, let alone our friend and teacher, Arup Sen. I'll be missing his class again today, because it is the only time I can see a friend I haven't seen for a while, but I will also feel his influence.
Arup is one of the most spiritual people I have ever met.
My husband told me how one time, he was walking down the street and polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-58300370108703273802011-11-19T11:29:00.000Z2011-11-19T11:29:24.431Zgive me a ring
There's also a song I cannot get out of my head: I am singing it as I type this, and I didn't even like it years ago - but it plays in the cafe where I write, and now, I'm giving it to you - like a gift - so you might, or might not, get it stuck in YOUR head:
Does this ever happen to you? You'll have a flash of a memory and realise, no, that didn't happen, it was a dream. But you can't polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-14682327887877033202011-11-17T20:03:00.000Z2011-11-17T20:03:21.952Zskinny star punk pants
My friend Arlynn (not a blogger - a civilian) said recently that she liked my zipper jeans, but that I shouldn't have worn them with a boxy top - that a sheer blouse would be better. I agree. When we did our 127 looks in under three hour shoot with the fabulous Flora, the three of us (third being, Lucie of the Vagabond Van) all voted for this combo: skinny star punk pants and a pretty pink polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-59531006647503136242011-11-15T21:16:00.001Z2011-11-15T21:38:20.025Ztint
Someone said that Flora was such an 'old soul': I feel the same about my friend Rosalind. Because 'everyone' was shooting her at fashion week, and she was hanging out with us, I somehow forgot to shoot her - and on the day I did, I forgot to go thru the photos. And when I did, it struck me once again what a truly old fashioned girl she is. The same age as Flora - 16 - that magic age when one polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-50099781964142656082011-11-13T20:18:00.000Z2011-11-13T20:18:44.871Zall things must pass
Today was the most extraordinary day.
First: I've been singing this song in my head all day - All Things Must Pass - ever since I saw the Martin Scorcese documentary on the BBC last night, part one, and tonight I will watch part two. George Harrison.. what can I say. He is such a part of my childhood - when my sister wanted to play Beatles with us, as kids (the way you played Beatles was, polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-52675455158387359202011-11-12T10:40:00.000Z2011-11-12T10:40:59.512Zsequential: contextual
The lovely Flora, as before, being pretty in pink in a one off, original pink prom dress - made ethically, in Africa, from reclaimed Sixties chiffon. Old/new, borrowed, not blue.
Contextual, because - my theme of the day - I'm fascinated with the idea of taking something out of context. For example, these thick wool black gloves. On a snowy winters day, with boots and sleds and thick polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-54099992042465891592011-11-09T16:30:00.000Z2011-11-09T16:30:30.938Zblue jeans, baby
Music to accompany this post, for your listening pleasure:
Got the volume up? Good. Okay, here's my problem, perhaps you could help.
Last summer, Jodie, of the blog 'it's rude to stare', who I've become friends with, contacted me while on holiday, to ask if I wanted to try out the RAW DENIM BAR concierge experience. She was working there for the summer. Once she went back to Uni, I polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-58642194694398960572011-11-07T20:11:00.001Z2011-11-08T09:03:59.114Zflora: portrait in black and white
Flora is a lovely girl, a family friend of my friend Lucie's, and yesterday I had the privilege to do her first fashion shoot, just the three of us. No 'stylists' running around over-thinking the situation, just us girls, a pile of clothes and accessories, with Lucie feeding us strong builder's tea. Over 800 photos, dozens of looks, and in less than three hours, losing the light and sending polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-66858626654283765722011-11-06T18:29:00.002Z2011-11-06T18:29:00.515Ztake a bow
As per previous post: the whole look from the Ashish show, and the model with the pale blue eyes from my Friday post, is wearing the big bold red/black/yellow floral maxi dress, two to Ashish's left. And can you see the girl from my previous post, peeking her head out?polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-73603492537829675322011-11-06T10:42:00.000Z2011-11-06T10:42:37.329Zi love serendipity
I love serendipity.
I watch out for serendipity all the time. Take Friday, for example: I meant to post something else (my lovely friend Fab, aka Looking Fab at any Age, it's funny you said that about 'did I catch people at Ashish wearing Ashish, because that was my intended post - and yes, I did) - but instead, I got sidetracked with shots of two models after the show ('spooky blue eyes'). polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-14910539086998548962011-11-04T09:49:00.000Z2011-11-04T09:49:36.052Zspooky blue eyes (after ashish)
This is actually the first part of a juxtaposition: I met these girls after the Ashish show, on 17.09.11 (D2, LFW), and I've whiled the better part of the morning away, trying (and possibly, succeeding) in identifying them in the show. But the thing is, the clothes in the show are so bright, so bold, and what they're wearing after is so soft - the kind of muted neutrals I've been in the polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-23106785246613249042011-11-02T09:56:00.001Z2011-11-02T09:57:31.988Zholly: just one look
Backstage, at the delicious Holly Fulton show, in London in September.
Another little soundtrack to play, while viewing (altho this wasn't the music Holly had for the show):
I'm fascinated with the behinds the scenes aspect of any creative project: film sets, kitchens, and of course, fashion. What especially drew me in with the Holly Fulton backstage experience was we were a select polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-75917106400175126022011-10-31T08:52:00.000Z2011-10-31T08:52:10.830Zsneak preview: holly
Okay... just one. Backstage, at Holly Fulton. More to come.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-71021272756954526292011-10-31T08:27:00.000Z2011-10-31T08:27:49.875Ztrick or treat
Woke on this dark gloomy morning and had planned to post something bright and cheery - something with aqua in it, like either some of my shots from the David Koma show, or Holly Fulton - and then I remembered today is Halloween. So dug up this one from a few years back: a friend asked me to take her daughter trick or treating, while she worked. Her daughter had decided I should go as a black polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-50021131302388848042011-10-29T10:24:00.000+01:002011-10-29T10:24:42.139+01:00sixties icon
Met Victoria, who was visiting from Edinburgh, near home around South Kensington. I love her colour sense - the textures, that flash of aqua on her nails. It's funny, with me - I don't wear red, but I love when people can use red with this kind of sophisticated.
Everything's vintage - all the Sixties. She loves the Sixties, and I can see why. I wonder if she lived in that period, in a pastpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-82298103111426819792011-10-27T11:41:00.000+01:002011-10-27T11:41:41.318+01:00aqua nueva: new wave
Some girls, when they are young, want to be ballerinas when they grow up (I was one of those girls). I also wanted to be Paul McCartney's girlfriend. That was a goal. We used to play 'Beatles' with our Barbie dolls, and I'd always go for Paul (my sister loved George).
The other thing I wanted to be when I grew up was a food critic.
So when I was offered to do a review of AQUA NUEVA's polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-42993907725061305302011-10-24T20:50:00.001+01:002011-10-24T20:56:46.366+01:00karolina on the koma katwalk
After the David Koma show - my last, and perhaps favourite, of all of this season's London Fashion Week, at the Topshop Waterloo Station venue - I had the privilege of going backstage, to interview David Koma, who was lovely.
That post - and posts - will have to wait. Because I've waited long enough to start posting some of the delightful models I met backstage. The first was Karolina: she polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-66789850165335135492011-10-22T18:21:00.001+01:002011-10-23T08:14:17.789+01:00gorgeous george
Juxtaposition: George Clooney at the BFI premiere of The Ideas of March, Leicester Square, 7:38 p.m., 19 October, 2011, and Danny Boyle shooting Trance, On Location, near our home, SW7, 6:23, 19 October, 2011.
This has been a funny old week.
Not just for me: others have said the same. Everything has either broken, or gone kind of nuts. I even checked to see if Mercury was retrograde (it's polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-51664832655205547192011-10-18T12:04:00.001+01:002011-10-18T12:10:49.707+01:00romance was born
I met Anna Plunkett, the designer of the Australian brand Romance Was Born, with Luke Sales, who I believe is the business side (I wonder if that's his real name!), just as I was leaving Somerset House, on the Thames, at the end of Day Four.
Even the first line of the story on their website says it best: 'A love of kitsch Australiana, crafty construction and fine tailoring help polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-53869528233669311192011-10-17T18:37:00.001+01:002011-10-17T18:40:09.439+01:00after fast
So many photos I want to show you! So little time. Life goes by so fast, you know?
After Fast - the Mark Fast show - which I really want to show you photos of - it was wonderful. I saw a lovely post on my sweet, beautiful friend Ediot's blog, and realised she was shooting these girls while I was shooting them, so I want to get this one up. Fast. While cooking dinner. More to come.
Is it justpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-5578532830527996832011-10-15T13:30:00.001+01:002011-10-17T08:45:38.460+01:00what happiness wore
Chimwemwe means Happiness, in Malawian. It's also the name of the dummy that Lucie & Lachlan, along with their dog, Bow Wow, travel with in their VAGABOND VAN: round the world, sourcing amazing clothes and accessories, some of which I shot in their Camden Stall. Which ends this weekend. Altho frankly, Chimwemwe looks too fierce, and fab, to be a dummy. She kind of reminds me of Naomi Campbellpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-61830091714341446172011-10-14T11:22:00.000+01:002011-10-14T11:22:37.118+01:00pearls of birthday wisdom
Pearl, of Fashion Pearls of Wisdom, was my friend, first, virtually.
Then I met her.
In real life, she is more beautiful, more kind, and more wise, than I had expected. And I expected a lot.
Happy Birthday, Pearl! xoxopolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-60146166314674356542011-10-13T10:19:00.000+01:002011-10-13T10:19:04.438+01:00dots & dashes
This juxtaposition was one day apart: day after I wore dots with checks, saw this girl at Gail's Artisan, which I've only just discovered was downstairs at Somerset House - specifically for fashion week! Great minds think alike, I guess.
I wore this as an homage to my mom, who only gave me one rule, growing up: you can't mix prints, because they clash. But as both my parents always taught polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-77445793361750211362011-10-12T23:17:00.000+01:002011-10-12T23:17:09.506+01:00nearly simultaneous juxtaposition: 20.09.11 13:01
Shot concurrently, not quite simultaneously, but within one minute of one another: 20.09.11, both at 13:01. Somerset House, LFW, D5.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-58906049974268716352011-10-12T19:54:00.000+01:002011-10-12T19:54:06.256+01:00composition: still life with three legs
I think this was Sandra (5 inch and up)'s feet - I shot it while we were talking at Somerset House, and someone walked by, and that made, to me, a pleasing composition.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-20621593820452302962011-10-11T20:06:00.000+01:002011-10-11T20:06:46.913+01:00in abundance, galore
The day I met Paulina, from Russia, I was just leaving the V&A. It feels like another lifetime ago, but it was just maybe two weeks - maybe less - during that glorious heat wave. One of those perfect, blissful, cinematic days, and I was alone so I could write. I had to plan to be alone. But I wasn't alone: I was just surrounded by all these happy beings. I want to show you what it was like,polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-55675843645585941192011-10-10T09:18:00.000+01:002011-10-10T09:18:34.890+01:00high noon @ somerset house
A shootout in the open courtyard, on D4, 20.09.11, LFW, s/s 2012.
Shot simultaneously: Jennifer, aka StyleEast, by me, me by StyleEast, StyleEast by me.
We noticed each day we were dressing kind of similar. I wish I'd asked where she got her alphabet soup blouse. I keep threatening/promising to do a 'StyleEast greatest hits' post, but my problem is, there are so many great hits, that polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-57538949190985461872011-10-09T10:11:00.001+01:002011-10-09T10:13:13.975+01:00juxtaposition 20.09.11: nueva wave
Today's juxtaposition is one of composition, texture, and tone. I don't have a story about anyone in these photos, because when I shot them, concurrently, again within a few minutes, I was with Sabine - after the Mark Fast show - in the kind of 'back stage' outside area. There was a whole frenzy of photo activity going on, and I don't remember if the girl in the top shot is a model, or simplypolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-14160220673087463552011-10-08T10:09:00.001+01:002011-10-08T10:10:08.310+01:00aviator shoots girl with lavender hair
And shows remorse.
'It was not premeditated,' she said, 'And I apologise for any pain I have caused her family.'
More from the Juxtaposition series. Shot consecutively, four minutes apart, at Somerset House. LFW, D4, 20.09.11.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-13796414525156338442011-10-07T11:57:00.000+01:002011-10-07T11:57:58.337+01:00all that glitters is not miu miu
What is it about glitter on shoes at the moment? Can someone tell me? When I saw my friend Estelle at fashion week- it was a bizarre act of serendipity, actually, as I was replying to her text, while in the tube, making a plan to meet at Somerset House that day, knowing that it wouldn't send til I got to Embankment station, and who should walk onto the stop at that moment, mid-text, but polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-91555007164536420672011-10-07T10:53:00.001+01:002011-10-07T11:12:15.671+01:00juxtaposition 22.09.11: dots and spots
Shot within 20 minutes, consecutively. Was meeting my friend Georgina (The Glitter Bird: you've seen me post her before - she is brilliant in every sense, and her tweets make me laugh so much - she's the one who found the fashion week on acid post). I was early and this group of fun women came up to me to interview me for something, on film (I don't have the literature - and I haven't heard polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-40474398441732081042011-10-06T10:37:00.000+01:002011-10-06T10:37:18.063+01:00in memory: steve jobs, 1955-2011
Like my friend Toni, of the Fashion Cloud, 'for reasons I don’t know how to explain', I am holding off on what I had planned to post today, because, like her, I am saddened and affected by the death of someone I have never met.
When my husband told me this morning that Steve Jobs, founder of Apple, has died, of cancer, at the age of 56.. I don't know how to say what I want to say. My fatherpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-59310850192210477632011-10-05T10:05:00.000+01:002011-10-05T10:05:11.000+01:00laura bailey blue
Next up in the Contagious Smile series: Laura Bailey, in blue herringbone, at the Topshop Unique show at Waterloo (I swear to you, Kittens, this is not the only show I shot at: I am just overwhelmed with indecision about what to post next - and I keep finding more shots from that day). In fact, this wasn't even what I meant to post today: I woke up wanting to post about polka dots, but when I polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-32647204969716584292011-10-04T11:10:00.000+01:002011-10-04T11:10:48.862+01:00happiness is contagious
What have you done so far today, to spread some around? Would you care to share it with the class?
Shot backstage at the fabulous, brilliant David Koma show, 20 September 2011, at the Topshop Waterloo Eurostar venue. More to come on this series, especially the delightful Karolina, who's been in contact - 'the active girl', who was infecting everyone she came in contact with.
Off to spread apolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-76747350750352160602011-10-03T19:11:00.001+01:002011-10-03T19:26:03.666+01:00toni tran: fashitect extraordinaire
Toni Tran, who I met for the first time on Day 6 (Men's Day) of this season's London Fashion Week, is a student of architecture. So when he told me he calls his blog FASHITECT.. I just laughed at the brilliance of it. (My friend Lisa, in NY, always wanted to go out with a chef - or an Italian guy - or an architect. When she started seeing an Italian architect who is a good cook, I had to start polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-962771499079336642011-09-30T21:31:00.001+01:002011-09-30T21:32:35.689+01:00paris correspondent
I did not take this photo, shot yesterday in Paris. Alex did. Alex, of La Perle a Paris. Alex, who I have not yet met. My new friend Alex, who I introduced to Reid, virtually. Reid Peppard, who is my taxidermist artist jewelry designer friend, Reid of RP/Encore, from California, who dresses Lady Gaga in rat hats & lives in East London with her English artist boyfriend. Reid, who coincidentally,polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-90541699729248868162011-09-30T09:31:00.000+01:002011-09-30T09:31:05.370+01:00checkered presence
'It's a blog-eat-blog world out there, son.. somebody could get hurt.'
That's the quote on Claire Healy's twitter: @young_shields, from her blog of the same name. We met the first day of LFW, and I can't believe we haven't met sooner.
I love when people - who also happen to be attractive, and have great style - have interests that extend beyond self promotion. Whose goals are more than polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-28434572647657216032011-09-27T15:29:00.001+01:002011-09-27T15:31:51.567+01:00pumpkin head
I'm in a real pumpkin head at the moment. I noticed it everywhere at London Fashion Week: hair, clothes, shoes.. it's funny, I don't like orange per se (altho, I love orange, the fruit) and I like bright orange with hot pink and something neutral, like tan. But pumpkin... pairing pumpkin with anything, especially blues and greys and blacks, navy blues, pale blues.. yum.
There's somethingpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-60911874986058868692011-09-26T18:18:00.000+01:002011-09-26T18:18:35.325+01:00backstage after bora
This brevity series is really fun. I'm going to take it to the next level and start being mute at social gatherings. Let's see how long THAT one lasts!
Shot at Somerset House after the Bora Aksu show, Day One, 16.09.11. But this is nothing: wait til you see the show!polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-62146619839708612512011-09-26T09:23:00.002+01:002011-09-26T09:23:00.179+01:00jesus
Part two in the Brevity series.
Shot at Somerset House, Day One, London Fashion Week. 16 September, 2012.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-80594897501356303412011-09-25T13:35:00.001+01:002011-09-25T13:38:38.881+01:00brevity: the stripes of wit
Trying to take a leaf from Kate Lanphear's book - and The Foolish Aesthete's husband ('just because') and trying a bit of brevity, the soul of wit.
How am I doing so far?
Shot a the Topshop Unique show, as before. 18 September, 2011, Waterloo Station, Old Eurostar whatever it's called. That's it, I'm done.
Except just one thing: Is that just me, or are those shoes one size too small polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-52331448559577973322011-09-25T11:51:00.001+01:002011-09-25T12:05:03.292+01:00editor's choice
Kate Lanphear, in my humble opinion, is one of the most talented style icons alive. She is also the style director of Elle USA. She seems, in style, in nature, the antithesis of one of my other favourite style editor/icons, Anna Della Russo. Anna Della Rosso, for example, has a blog. A great blog. Kate Lanphear, on the other hand, does not have her own blog. The thought is laughable. She just polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-54420893017812664292011-09-24T18:22:00.002+01:002011-09-24T19:27:54.857+01:00let's get serious
This model was in the Holly Fulton show, which I loved. She told me her name and I thought I wrote it down, but we were on the Strand while I was trying to get to the Topshop Unique show in time. I had just found the bus with London Fashion Week splashed all over the side, but it was stationary, and empty. 'Hello sir, are you going to Waterloo for the Topshop show?' I asked the dour bus driver,polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-9317225916627181012011-09-23T17:23:00.063+01:002011-09-23T17:30:24.903+01:00shiny happy people holding hands
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The Topshop Unique catwalk show on Sunday, 19 September, was.. what can I say. Unique. Celebrities, normal people who looked like celebrities, models with gilded hair, and the clothes. Did I mention the clothes? Tribal influence, my favourite colours like aqua polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-85105261326876253772011-09-23T15:51:00.000+01:002011-09-23T15:51:22.936+01:00unique: i'm not talking
Because I'm too busy laughing my head off. If you have a minute, click here on this vice.com post ('london fashion week.. on acid!') then come back to me, please, and tell me what you think. Am I crazy? Or is that like the most hilarious post you've ever seen?
Unless it's true.. and that would be sad. : (
Photos by me, of Naomi Campbell with Sir Philip Green and what I'm assuming is his polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-47723703207919853382011-09-23T13:00:00.000+01:002011-09-23T13:00:20.870+01:00101 dalmations
Besides Brix and Bip, how many other celebs can you spot in my FROW shot at the Topshop Unique show on Sunday?
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I love when people pay homage to a designer or brand, by appearing in the previous seasons' looks, as Bip Ling and a friend did with the 101 Dalmations theme from last February's show ('http://streetstylelondon.blogspot.com/2011/03polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-31427460298048799922011-09-23T10:58:00.002+01:002011-09-23T11:01:16.144+01:00the long and the short of it
I don't know about in other cities, but this fashion week in London, I was seeing a lot of long skirts. It felt like.. I could be wrong about this, but let's pretend you bought a long skirt. Chances are, you're not gonna wear it to the office, or hanging around - maybe I'm wrong - but when you're dressing for fashion week, and you want to make a 'statement'.. you see where I'm going with polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-82261567316981153142011-09-23T10:36:00.000+01:002011-10-06T09:02:58.081+01:00oh, baby
First: I am not a Blogger. I am a human being.
Second: Today, like yesterday, is a gift from the Gods, here in London. Hot and sunshine. I'd have paid good money and gone thru all the security crap, to be somewhere else in the world and have this glorious weather.
So the least I can do is get my lovely laptop off my lap, shut this baby down, take my notebook (to write my novel), and my polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-48794779193352591812011-09-23T06:52:00.002+01:002011-09-24T19:22:40.169+01:00what they wore: bold neutrals
From top: Ping, a model who I've met and shot since I believe my first fashion week, Sept 2009, then a really lovely German student whose name eludes me at the moment.* Then Nadia, aka Frou Frou.
*Thank you, Anonymous: it's Mario! Now it's coming back to me.
Trend wise, there really hasn't been any one particular, apart from long skirts (more of that coming up). Just when I'd think 'polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-36288102157286506122011-09-22T11:02:00.001+01:002011-09-22T11:05:54.765+01:00stellar
I don't know when I first met Stella, of Stella's Wardrobe, but I'm pretty sure I've shot her before, at previous fashion weeks. She's also in a recent post. She also might look familiar to you if you've been to other blogs, because she's gone global all of a sudden. 19, and she's like everywhere, including yesterday's Evening Standard. I've done the classic top to toe 'streetstyle' polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-73641826998133672262011-09-21T20:34:00.001+01:002011-09-21T20:35:54.032+01:00anna della russomania
Even tho I'm partly to blame - I've been calling myself StreetStyle London since January 2009, for goodness sake - it seems that London Fashion Week has become such a circus of people shooting people. So this time round, I've been leaving it to the new kids on the block. Not getting so star struck and running after every single streetstyle photo op. But rather, like an old cat, or a lionesspolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-47421867187352331582011-09-21T10:29:00.000+01:002011-09-21T10:29:38.962+01:00surprise
Today's the last day of London Fashion Week September 2011 - it's rainy and it's Men's Day and there will be a very end of school term feel in the air, a sweet kind of melancholy, and for most industry insiders, it's off to Milan and Paris, and for me, one last trip to clean out my locker in the photographers' room, then time to sift through my photographs. Like beautiful memories.
As my good polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-62233375232916160492011-09-19T09:03:00.000+01:002011-09-19T09:03:58.554+01:00best foot forward
Before I run out for Day Three (no.. Day Four!)I'm uploading and there's just so much I want to show you, so much and so little time. And that perfectionist head wants to get it just right, tell you about what it said in the press release about the theme behind the Ashish show, but there will be other Ashish posts from me, I promise. Instead of selecting my three 'best' shots, I simply polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-42929590494572189032011-09-18T13:02:00.001+01:002011-09-22T10:16:36.429+01:00we had faces then: LFW D2
Can't believe I'm sitting here in no clothes, wet hair, when Holly Fulton starts in under an hour and ten minutes! And I'm cleared for backstage.
Altho the guy at the backstage door before Jaeger, when I had the option to go backstage but I didn't dare, time wise, told me - totally deadpan - and I quote:
'It will start late.'
'You know that for a fact?'
'They always start late.'
But polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-90422936835460192082011-09-17T09:48:00.000+01:002011-09-17T09:48:11.591+01:00just one look
Is all I dare: off in a few minutes to Somerset House to see Ashish. This is from backstage before Corrie Nielsen - my first show, first day, London Fashion Week, and it was FABULOUS. I love Corrie Nielsen.
Must dash: have a lovely Saturday everyone! xoxo
polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-51167897394050773532011-09-16T20:04:00.041+01:002011-09-20T09:06:55.096+01:00wild bluebell malone
I am a huge fan of JO MALONE scents, but I am also a bit.. fanatical. I've been known to put myself at risk of missing flights at Heathrow because - this is the only duty free purchase I ever make - I couldn't decide which scent of cologne to buy. My friend Maryann thought I was brave for choosing a scent for her in London (Blue Cacao, in her case) because they didn't have any shops in polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-26591971020170960992011-09-15T21:23:00.000+01:002011-09-15T21:23:50.401+01:00london fashion week: day-o
My favourite part of London Fashion Week is the day before the first day. Getting there on time, before the circus begins, queuing with the other photographers, marking our place in the pit, greeting old friends, making new ones.. I love everything about the behind the scenes aspect of any production: a film set, a concert.. I just love a good crew. There's something about those kind of guys.
polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-84751618162624017032011-09-15T09:10:00.000+01:002011-09-15T09:10:43.750+01:00juxtaposition 08.09.11
Shot in sequence, less than sixty seconds apart, from the same spot: where New and Old Bond Streets meet. Approximately 7:12 p.m., Thursday 08.09.11 (or, 09.08.11, if I use the American format), Vogue's Fashion Night out.
Running out to mark my spot at the end of the catwalk at Somerset House for LFW which starts tomorrow. Early bird/worm and all that. I'm not going to make myself crazy thispolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-79395426433731129562011-09-14T10:02:00.000+01:002011-09-14T10:02:22.406+01:00fashion yin yang
Anything goes at the moment in London: I love this time of year. It's hot, it's cold, there's a proportion to, not just dressing it up and dressing it down, but layering it on and taking it off.
What makes this girl in the middle such a style icon, to me - why my camera was drawn to her - is she seems to be truly interesting. She's listening. That's one of my most important qualities in polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-6832228918915253102011-09-13T08:46:00.000+01:002011-09-13T08:46:18.320+01:00i'll cry if i want to
Judy and Johnny just walked thru the door, like a queen with her king. Oh what a birthday surprise, she's wearing his ring.
Today's my birthday: I am so old it's scary. Actually, girls, just so you'll know: it is great getting old. If I knew then what I know now, I'd not have wasted such head space dreading it. I'd not have changed a thing about my life: just not have bothered the worrying polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-18902952530160837302011-09-12T23:50:00.001+01:002011-09-12T23:51:12.858+01:00do they know they're having the same dream
Drifting through Bond Street last Thursday night, with Sabine, surreal and serene, less like taking photos and more like snapping moments of dreams. Speaking of dreams: the comments on my post, 'in memory', are getting pretty amazing.
And just as I typed that, in the background with the sound so low, Michael Clayton is on the television. 'Do they know?', the Tom Wilkinson character, Arthur polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-84818467845217463312011-09-12T16:56:00.002+01:002011-09-12T17:21:43.759+01:00tali ho!
When I first met Tali Lennox (her model name: her dad is Israeli film and record producer Uli Fruchtman, and her mom is Annie Lennox, so she goes by both), it was at a fashion week, and I took her photos and she liked them so much she used them as her facebook profile, so we became facebook friends.
I didn't know who she was, just thought she was really nice.
Now she's like, everywhere: polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-57112561885890035032011-09-11T11:11:00.009+01:002011-09-11T16:58:00.720+01:00in memory
It was two days before my birthday, and we were at the same place we'd been going for years, my favourite birthday present: room 23 at the Hotel Hurricane, on the Andalucian coast, just west of Tarifa. The grounds - irrigated in an arid landscape - are lush, subtropical. It feels like one is in a Gauguin painting, or Rousseau landscape. You can almost imagine tigers' eyes peeking out from the polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-16052939238150952032011-09-10T08:40:00.001+01:002011-09-10T08:42:09.640+01:00so many different suns: the man with the feathers in his hat
All through the vigil that I held - helpless to do more - while all my family and countless cherished friends waited, with humour, courage, and in some cases, indifference - to see if the hurricane that was headed in their path would, indeed be the 'hurricane of the lifetime' - or if it would end up being downgraded to a tropical storm. An over reaction. And all through that time, one song keptpolka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-72804669573584978352011-09-08T13:26:00.000+01:002011-09-08T13:26:15.619+01:00what's legs got to do with it?
As per usual: please click on this great MTV video, for your viewing enjoyment.
At some point in my early 20s - after college, pre-meeting Mr. Dot - I was basically living a Carrie-esque existence in NYC. I didn't write a column (I was a freelance graphic designer & art director - I even worked on the early MTV animations) but I had this really fun, creative, and occasionally, glamorous polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-13667794121863911872011-09-07T12:23:00.001+01:002011-09-07T12:25:31.693+01:00nature vs nurture
Just imagining a world where all we human beings did was.. nurture one another. That's my word for the day, nurture. Simple helped one another to grow.
More from the Kew series. Details here.polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-34164416248735773352011-09-06T20:39:00.000+01:002011-09-06T20:39:17.939+01:00bearing witness
What a treat: cold/wintry/rainy out (it really is the tail end of Irene! They said so on the BBC, while showing the lovely RSPCA guys in Swansea, saving 400 birds who, exhausted, blew up onto Wales' beaches after surviving crossing the Atlantic in Hurricane Irene).
The treat was, after husband came home from drinks with his friend who's a publisher at Conde Nast: he brought me a copy of polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-47037930536099435142011-09-06T16:07:00.000+01:002011-09-06T16:07:16.858+01:00karma
Recommended viewing: turn up your volume, and click below.
Hard to imagine that it was only ten months ago, to the day, that I visited Roz and her family where she was recovering from surgery for scoliosis at a family member's home in London. It was a cold day, and we had just had the most delicious lunch - and her dad had made the most excellent coffee (the secret, besides strong, freshly polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com27tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-53605991952774455602011-09-05T16:44:00.000+01:002011-09-05T16:44:04.230+01:00runway: juxtaposition koma.lynn.lilies
It helps that it's so not a beach day - I like the idea that the rain that's about to pour down on London is probably the tail end of Irene - but looking back on February's catwalk shots, I'm getting excited about fall 2011.
Still, I can't help but feel: it's not what you wear, it's how you wear it.
Waterlilies from Kew, 29.08.11. Catwalk shows Todd Lynn, and David Koma, both on polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-12527962312845226942011-09-04T11:14:00.000+01:002011-09-04T11:14:15.550+01:00juxtaposition: black + white + red all over
Just because I don't personally embrace the colour red (I get my warmth from hot pink, sometimes pairing with orange, or even purple, juxtaposed against neutrals or pale, pale green), doesn't mean I don't respect the colour. Or, for that matter, other peoples' right to see Red.
Funny how the same shows that I saw last February, when it was cold and dark and damp and all I wanted was spring polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-34504329166994912672011-09-02T10:59:00.000+01:002011-09-02T10:59:39.814+01:00juxtaposition 29.03/8.11
While shooting in the gorgeous glass greenhouse at Kew (see previous post), there was something about the light, the composition, that reminded me of the Armani press day: the way I had composed the shots, the cropping.. the light. It felt a bit Paris in the 30s, bit Cartier Bresson. My homage.
I am always interested in the relationship between beauty in nature, and beauty made by the polka dothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8