jump from paper

I'm not, stylistically, a Red Person.

I like hot pink, and orange, especially in tandem - and when I feel a hankering to wear some red, I usually split it into the two tones, and wear them both (like one hand of orange nail varnish, the other hot, pure pink). And I forgot today was Valentine's Day - our dinner was all the leftovers I could find in the fridge, cause we're flying to Miami (and Palm Beach County, Florida) for a few weeks. TV on, husband watching the Simpsons. And I smiled and said 'how romantic' and he thought I was being sarcastic, but really, I wasn't. I was thinking how, for years, he'd buy me a dozen red roses cause he thought he should but really, I don't much like red. I've even been known to HIDE red things - not just at home, but at my mom's place... I prefer white, and natural wood, and some blue, and lovely pale turquoise, but not too wild about red.



But when I was sent press info from the people in Taiwan making JUMP FROM PAPER, and amazing line of canvas bags, and they said I could have one, to review - I jumped at the chance. And chose a RED one: the 'bowling bag' style. It arrived, UPS, within 48 hours, and I was blown away with the quality. It far exceeded my expectations: I LOVE this bag, so much so, I was telling all my friends. And now, I'm telling you.








You might think this is an odd pairing - streetstyle from fashion week a season or two back - a lovely girl named SIWEN JIAN, from 'DUCHANGTUAN/PARTY' but she's got that equestrian theme going. Jump. Get it? Oh, never mind. Speaking of which.. I really should start revising my 'jump' series. Well, there's time.



Great big thank you to the people from JUMP FROM PAPER.COM. And for those of you at fashion week in NY now, hope you're having fun, and for those going to London, I hope you have fun. Now it's time to start packing.

it's all a blur

I love the randomness of chance - the serendipity.

Was thinking a lot lately about photography, and art, and the idea that still photography captures a moment in time. It's like, just as photography changed and influenced painting, but didn't replace it, so does film and video affect still photography. Or if it doesn't, it should. So I went into my magic box of photos to try to find the shots of Pearl (Fashion Pearls of Wisdom - link on my blog roll, I'm too much in a rush to link it here, Lazy Cow that I am!) jumping in the air.

And instead, I stumbled on these, from last September's fashion week. I'm not sure which show this is - I can find out for you later, but it doesn't matter. What I'm interested in is the idea of motion, in still photography. I remember my friend BK and I, back in NY, when we both worked at Push Pin Studios, used to do these deliberate blur shots, at night: I was his Muse. I really wish he could find those photos!

So Pearl, you dodged the bullet, this time. But I promise, I WILL post shots shots! Poetry, in motion, with a hot pink Chanel feather boa.

dogwoof: you snooze, you loose

How wild is this: as I type this, I swear to you, I just heard a dog bark outside the window. At night. We never hear a dog in our quiet little mews!

Okay, here's the thing: I can't get emails to my phone. It's a funny problem to have - I get too many, from all the PRs and brands and god knows what - I really should write a book about the things I get in my inbox - but because I don't get emails, I didn't read the invite from DOGWOOF, the distributors, to see an intimate BILL CUNNINGHAM'S FILM tonight until I got home. One hour and eleven minutes before it was meant to start.

Across town. At MOTHER, the coolest ad agency space on the planet.

It was billed (get it? Bill? sorry) as "quite a cosy screening with some drinks and comfy sofas. Their office is pretty awesome too." And it is. Awesome, that is. I mean, for example, how cool is their loo.



Or, for that matter, their huge wall of funny framed photos of - yes, you guessed it - all the staff's MOTHERS. (I can only show you the blurry shots, for legal reasons, but I've got a wonderful private collection of shots I took before someone cottoned onto what I was doing).




Photos by me (who else) about a year or so back, at Mother, for another fun breakfast event. But not as much fun, I bet, as this screening. Which I'm missing, because I was out having a wonderful day and meeting Jessie of Fashion Limbo, who is so wonderful (you know how someone can really exceed your expectation of them - even if that expectation is high? That's what it was like, meeting Jessie - she's wonderful) and then Tom (Emma's Brother), who is also so cool, and then I saw The Descendants, which was also wonderful. And that's my point: in a day full of wonderfulness, you can't do everything.



But gosh darnit: I am going to see that Bill Cunningham film, if it kills me. Because he's the reason I started this blog in the first place. I had never heard of streetstyle, or the Sartorialist, in fact didn't really know about blogs, apart from political ones. Bill is my inspiration. But I'll save that for another post.