Showing posts with label hot pink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hot pink. Show all posts

16.3.10

(not quite) tickled pink



To be filed under the 'don't you know who I am': before the Jaeger show, while shooting my future friend Natalie (canned fashion) and her friend/colleague, Lucy, of model me now, (see 'hot pink!'), when I saw this girl, all alone, seeming not to know anyone. Kept trying to get her to raise her head, higher, higher.. her eyes were in such harsh shadow from her hat. I was getting a bit impatient, she was, too.. she had a nice smile, a 'professional' smile, and I didn't get a model vibe from her but asked anyway, because it's always a compliment.



No, I'm not a model, she said. She told me she's a 'presenter'. Oh, shit. I did it again: insulted another celebrity. I do this all the time. So I started telling her about what a clueless old cow I am, I never recognise anyone, and asked if I she'd mind telling me who she worked for. Her smile was getting tighter, her eyes narrower. 'E! Entertainment', she replied, as the temperature dropped a few degrees in the large crowded room. 'Uh, okay, well, thank you for posing for my blog..' Did I give her my card? God knows.



Later, I saw her across from me at the show, along with Erin & some other no doubt important people who I didn't recognise. it got even weirder later, at home, as I thought she had said her name was 'Jen' and I saw that Jennifer Garner had done some presenting for 'E!' (they do look quite similar) and thought, damn, I've pissed off Ben Affleck's wife, but thanks to David of the Nyanzi report, I discovered - when I saw the shot I took - that it is after all, Louise Roe. A presenter. For E! Mystery solved. Whew. Still haven't heard from her, tho.

Still really into that hot pink, btw. Especially on brunettes like myself. We're going with friends to a Phillips de Pury art event tonight - they're always the best - and I'm probably going to wear something hot, and pink.

11.6.09

jelly flip flop



Last Wednesday I posted on my reincarnated hot pink plastic celebrity sandals (which I had previously posted on exactly a month earlier, coincidentally, on May 3rd), and erroneously stated that I purchased them in Next, but couldn't find them on their site. Anonymous has helpfully pointed out that's because I had actually purchased them at New Look. They're online here, listed as 'jelly flip flops', in coral (the first incarnation was a hotter, cooler pink), for 8 quid (either $16USD, or $12, depending on the fluctuating exchange rate). Anonymous, thank you. I stand corrected.

6.6.09

let the sunshine in


Got a bit snap happy for this posting, all the while singing 'this is the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, the Age of Aquarius' in my head, which got me thinking: Hair came out in, what, the 70s? Maybe Aquarius has already dawned.



Well, apparently, not. According to Wikipedia, it could have dawned as long ago as 1447, or it won't happen til we're all old and grey, in 3621. What I found really cool is when they took the lines "When the Moon is in the seventh house, and Jupiter aligns with Mars. Then peace will guide the planets, and love will steer the stars." and concluded that this alignment occurred on February 14, 2009 – Valentine's Day. Interestingly, only two weeks after Obama was inaugurated President.



Aquarius traditionally "rules" electricity, computers, flight, democracy, freedom, humanitarianism, idealists, modernization, rebels and rebellion, mental diseases, nervous disorders, and astrology. Also nonconformity, philanthropy, veracity, perseverance, mankind and irresolution. Which explains a lot. (Anyone curious, there's more right here).



What does this have to do with streetstyle, you might ask? I saw this group doing some kind of mystical scarf dance class in Hyde Park. Was especially taken with the girl in the long Sienna-inspired hippie era oh-so-dated summer of '06 peasant skirt, and thought: wow, that still works, third time around. And shortly after that, in a different London park (Primrose Hill), saw another stylish blonde flouncing a 'dated' trend, this time in hot pink and black (part of my favourite 'bullfighter' range of black, orange, hot pink, and a tan).



Which reminded me of my friend Amanda last month, also defiantly pulling her orange peasant skirt from the archives of her closet. And it only reinforced what I've believed all along, and Gore Vidal put so well: “Style is knowing who you are, what you want to say, and not giving a damn.”

Sing along with me: 'When the moon is in the 7th house...'

Let the Sunshine In.