Showing posts with label babe on a bike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label babe on a bike. Show all posts

30.8.09

babes off the bike




Last, glorious, Sunday, when I swam in the Serpentine and it felt like the whole world was gloriously happy, I shot these two friends wearing clothes from, left, Spitalfields Market and right, from a shop somewhere in Shoreditch. It was such a fun little photo shoot - I wish I could post all four shots, they're a delightful little 'film' - that I forgot to write down their names, and it's flown right out of my head. Hopefully one of them will get in touch.

Didn't even realise til I looked at the shots, they've got helmets, so presumably they'd cycled over in flip flops. Still, it qualifies for the babes on a bike series, in a way, no?

Off to the beach - meant to be freezing so wearing a soft grey cotton knit hoodie (vintage, as in I've had it forever) paired with soft grey velour sweatpants, and thick socks. Have a lovely Sunday, wherever in the world you may be! xoxo

24.8.09

BCBG (with a twist)



Just before leaving for our Long Island summer get away, I saw Estelle as we were driving home in South Kensington, and asked Mr. Dot to please stop the car (he's not all THAT bad, by the way, but I am loving your comments on yesterday's post! Yay blogirls! : )



Estelle is French, and it's odd, in London, I've kind of under-represented French style, altho we live in a kind of French enclave, because all the French schools are here. I hadn't posted her shots sooner because it was a cool day and she was dressed almost fall like, but I can't wait any longer. I think she's got such a great look. And it's funny, she just happened to be near this motorcycle, but in light of a comment recently about the Sartorialist and 'babe on a bike' shots on my post on Kari ('sunshine', 18 August), perhaps, I, too, am doing a series (I am typing this with a French accent, no?)



I was thinking, while on holiday, of a phrase I remember hearing many many years ago - the 80s, to be exact. Around the time of Sloane Rangers in London and Preppies in NY, there was a phrase I haven't forgotten: BCBG, or bon chic, bon genre. Any French bloggers out there, are you old enough to remember this? Does anyone still use it? Wikipedia mentions it, more on it here, (under 'list of chics' which made me smile. There's even a 'Chelsea Chic, did you know that?) Well I feel Estelle's look is classic BCBG, with a twist. It's like she's taken the cliche of the Parisian beauty's understanding of the art of scarfs, and wacked it on the head with a great giant leopard print one. So cool. She sourced some of her stuff for me, but after all that sun & swimming, it's gone right out of my head. When I hear from her next, I'll update you all.

Don't you just love the way her red boots are so reminiscent of Dorothy's original red shoes in yesterday's post? Just another one of life's little coincidences!