20.11.10

the invisible man





One thing I've noticed at these kind of high octane super stylish exclusive art launches: it seems no one bothers to notice the art. Or the staff.

While everyone was busy watching Lara Stone and David Walliams, (who, altho in the same room as me at the same time, I did not notice), I shot these concurrently, a few seconds apart, at the Armani sponsored, Vladimir and Andy curated, Brambleton art launch at the Dairy, Thursday night.

I am constantly fascinated how many parallel worlds can exist at once. I guess I'm just not interested in the same things as most people: or perhaps I just don't get it.

what i want right now







Woke up this morning and it's - big surprise - grey and cold and kind of damp out there in London town. And in my head, the images I'm pulling from a week of shooting at press events are the jolts of colour. I want colour: the brighter the better. I want heat and tropicality and swimming, but not swimming in the indoor chlorinated pool, lovely as it is, with the whole process of swimming caps and hair dryers, I want bright turquoise water and I want to wear hot pink with orange and lime green with aqua.

That's what I want.






Shot all these at the Arcadia group's press day, which includes Topshop, Miss Selfridge and, shown here, Wallis, a brand I didn't even particularly know but which caught my imagination, especially a really cool label (I love the design of the label itself) called 1923. Only the retro-ness of it doesn't feel as much 20s to me, as 60s. It was held in an amazing space: all white and huge and multi levelled, tucked away off the street, right near Carnaby Street, like a cool, very exclusive, very private club.





Could have sat for hours with Kit and Shini and other lovely fashion friends, nibbling on sushi and sipping the most amazing tropical mango fruit 'cocktails' and watching Kit do her nails - quickly and quite perfectly. I know everyone's leaning towards grey these days for nails, and browns and things, but I feel myself going full circle towards good old fashioned hot hot pink.

What I'm wearing: old, (not vintage, just old), lime green 3/4 length sleeve boat necked cotton jumper from the Gap, wide legged navy crepe trousers that I've had forever, 'vintage' i.e. thrift shop brown leather Prada heels, and, tossed carelessly on the floor, a favourite vintage (50s or 60s) chocolate brown faux fur from Portobello Road. Vesta crystal hot pink watch by Storm. There's a story there, of course. There's always a story.

19.11.10

stole









Also @ the party last night: in a sea of black, this blonde stood out in a maxi skirt (definitely the silhouette of the night, but always with killer black heels), and a similar sheer blouse to the one I was wearing (I wore mine with nude H&M riding pant type leggins & black riding boots). What I loved was the fur stole: such an elegant accessory.

As I shot her I noticed that - as most style icons do so well - she seemed to be truly LISTENING to the two men talking. There is nothing more attractive to men than a blonde with some brains who seems to be truly interested in more than how beautiful she is.

The shot I wish you could see is the one I didn't take: the minute I stopped, she had just noticed me and we smiled and waved. It was just such a spontaneous, genuine kinship & kindness.

Must run. More to come. xox