santa baby

An assortment of quick snaps shot within minutes on Picadilly, near the Ritz and the Wolseley, and in this case, Pret a Manger. I loved the whole fur gilet/black stud bootie vibe but by the time I realised what a great look it was, I was further down the road. In fact I didn't even notice the feather effect on her skirt til I uploaded the shot. So please; if you recognise this girl, please ask her to get in touch. Thanks.



There's a great perfume shop called Santa Maria Novella (shown here on Picadilly, but they're also on Walton Street in London, and scattered round the world, like at least in NY & LA which to some people, is the whole world). The original, tho, is and was a fabulously secret wonderful place in Florence, near the Duomo.



My husband, Mr. Dot, had read about it in a Hannibal Lector book, actually, and wanted to go there so badly because the description sounded so fab. We were roaming round the hot streets, totally lost, he melted chocolate gelato all over his wonderful mustard linen jacket, and when we finally found it, tucked away and completely anonymous, it was every bit as wonderful and mysterious a place as we could imagine. Perhaps more. (I even took photos, but it's really not allowed, so you'll just have to go there yourself to see).

Speaking of Santa, I know I posted this a long time ago, and there are just so many versions of Santa Baby sung over the years, but this one, the original by Eartha Kitt, still remains my favourite:



Okay, enough from me for now. OOps, perhaps not. Me, me, me in my current uniform: Motel faux leopard coat, black jumper, tee, American Apparel thermal leggings, and black riding boots. Isn't it weird: it seems we've had Christmas decorations and such around us for ages, and now suddenly, it's just days away. My how time flies.



p.s. Thank you to auburn not red for figuring out that Poppy Scott was my 500th follower. I can't seem to reach her, so Poppy, please get in touch so I can send you a gift. Failing that, Auburn, you're the most likely recipient, altho Leah, you might just get one, too! Trying to think of just the right gift tho..

black booty

Sorry, typing this real fast as I'm running out the door to meet my friend Isabel, and will no doubt be finding even more great style shots - the sheer creativity out there is astounding after what felt a very dreary London season, fashion wise. I've got a queue of great looks that I desperately need to post, longer than the number of red buses that pile up when you've been waiting an hour, and I couldn't leave without posting this shot of Lizzy Walker, who I found in the middle of the road while shooting these window shots.



I noticed two things at once: how smashing her red lips looked with her pale English skin tones (I haven't touched this shot: it had just rained and that's how colour bounces on grey English days, isn't it cool?). The other thing I noticed, because I've got little black booties on the brain, was her little boots. It wasn't til later, when I uploaded, that I realised her little trick, which I'm passing on to all you girls out there (boys are welcome to see, too, what the hell!). Can you spot the Fashion Tip? Answer @ the end of this post.



There's been a lot of excitement this week about little black booties (wasn't there a children's book called Black Beauty? Something about a horse?). It's such a funny word, booty: I keep thinking of that song, shake your bootie, which I'd find on youtube and link for you except: is ANYONE out there going to my youtube links? I haven't stopped singing Cindy Lauper since yesterday and no one's mentioned it (funnily, tho, someone thought the girl on the right was Miley Cyrus, and she's also done a cover version of Girl's Just Wanna Have fun). And thank you all for the lovely comments! It made my day : )

Hope the sun's come out wherever you are!

xoxo