Showing posts with label portobello road. Show all posts
Showing posts with label portobello road. Show all posts

9.11.09

fur real: pia & her wonderfully vintage chocolate brown jacket, on portobello road



You know how sometimes you save a special project for a rainy day? Well, I do. Sometimes I postpone doing the things I like most. That's what happened with Pia, who I met on Portobello Road a few weeks ago. I just love her look: so gamine, so Audrey Hepburn, and such a delight to shoot! When she emailed, and admitted that I hadn't posted her shots only because I couldn't decide.



So I'm posting them all. What happened was, I had met a friend there for a coffee, then was roaming around the stalls, looking for a fake leopard coat like I posted the other day, and instead, came across that wonderful fake chocolate brown one I've been telling you about. Which I WILL shoot, I promise, soon as I become normal again (I'm typing this from my bed with 'the vapours', as Mr. Dot calls it, surrounded by tissues, cold cups of tea, and paracetemol packets).

Anyway, minutes after my new (old) purchase, with chocolate brown fur on the brain, I saw Pia with two guys (not in the shots). I said I loved her coat and asked to shoot her and she said 'that's funny cause he' (the bf, I assume) 'wants me to bin it!'



So I asked her to pose like this, to show you the holes more clearly. If this blog wasn't called 'street style london', I'd post simply this shot on its own: as abstract art.



It's funny, I was saying recently that what I want to wear now is fur, but not new fur: either good faux (preferably, like my chocolate brown faux jacket, vintage), or if it's real: vintage. Because it's guilt free ('I didn't kill it, it was already dead'). And sure enough: yesterday's Times Style Section: they talked about the very same thing.

But before anyone gets their knickers in a twist: I'm not claiming to have coined the concept. I just love coincidence, it's hard to explain. Yet can someone explain to me please: why is it there's all this controversy about fur, when we don't even blink about leather? Is it because we somehow don't think of leather as a skin, but fur seems so much more... cuddly bunny? Is it like the thing where you can't eat a whole fish with the eye showing, but fish fingers, no problem?



Just pondering... as I lie in bed with the Miss Haversham vapours. And oh: one of my favourite colour/texture combinations: brown fur or velvet, with something shiny & turquoise. I'd love these ethnic bangles with just about anything.

Re: sourcing. This is in Pia's own words, which I felt were so charming, I've added them verbatim:

"hey! thanks for the photos its really funny seeing them.. i felt realy nervouse at the time... haha! ok so the boots were a real bargain and still being sold at 15 squid from primark! brilliant find! the coat (i still have ;) despite my boyfriend hating it... you are now my reason i keep it haha!) is from portobello market infact. £50 and rabbit fur.. they still have really lovely ones there i noticed the day you took the picture. oh and yes it was my boyfriend he is called matt oldham and you can mention if you like. i dont mind. and the bag was £15 from absolute vintage near brick lane. and the leggings were from american apparel. once again thankyou. its been really exciting all this... simple pleasures. hope you're well! xx "

6.11.09

everything but the glitter



It really doesn't take much to amuse me.. my latest game with myself is finding how many different ways women are wearing the ubiquitous leopard print this season. Tell me when you want me to stop, please, otherwise I'm gonna bore you to tears.

Also present in this shot: red lips, black leather biker chic (this time, in the form of her bag - the other girl's jacket is cropped out), gold studs, & white tee. We've got everything but the glitter.



Of course, I could resist posting another version of a look I've already showed you, because it's so my style I could be shooting a self-portrait. I have almost the same shoes (from NY: Barneys) & have been wearing them for over ten years, lately with black over the knee socks. I even tried finding a coat just like this and ended up going home from Portobello Road with a fabulous faux chocolate jacket, barely worn, from the 50s, or early 60s, instead. But more about that tomorrow. After all, tomorrow is another day.



Oh, okay, just one more: no leopard this time, just a bit of biker chic & boyfriends jackets. Preening before a party.

23.10.09

jungle fever



Portobello Road, London.

An abundance of black, a good dose of leather, leggings, a sprinkle of brass and gold details, and a pinch of animal print: the perfect recipe for the Fall 2009 Season. (And of course, a little blackberry in one's ear. I am so looking forward to the time when this looks dated, because we've all got little teeny tiny phones in our ears. Like contacts. I'm sure someone's working on it, as we speak).

What I love about this year is how we're balancing the bling with being green: if one wants the luxury of fur, one goes vintage ('I didn't kill it, it was already dead') or faux. And the use of animal print on fabric or knit is such a sweet way to stay chic yet socially conscious. So there's just the leather factor. I was blown away by how Stella McCartney, a passionate vegetarian, has done such gorgeous non-leather shoes. It's all going in the right direction. How do you stand on the real/faux debate?

More fun fur shots coming up. Must fly! xoxo