fish finger friday

This is my friend, Jennifer, of styleeast. Because she works during the week (at, I might add, a very interesting sounding job, but I'm not telling you what it is), it's taken a while for our plan to shape up. It was a simple plan as plans go: to meet in East London, Spitalfields Market area to be precise, and have lunch at the Luxe, which I photographed for a Chinese magazine last winter (see 'http://streetstylelondon.blogspot.com/2010/01/luke-holly-luxe.html').



Actually the plan was even more specific than that: I told her they have the best Fish Finger Sandwich (that's 'fish sticks', my American friends). In fact it's the only thing I ever order there. So for a few weeks now, Jen's been sending me little hints like FFF (Fish Finger Friday) and last Friday, her first Friday off in a while, it finally came to pass.

And it was a wonderful day indeed.




It's now after midnight and I'm kind of typed out and talked out from a long day - and the whole AnonymousGate thing, and now, I'm going to let the images speak for themselves. It was a lovely day. We talked about all kinds of things, Twilight, and boyfriends.. girl talk. And we decided to do a kind of experiment: share our photos, not check with each other and then post simultaneously, without knowing what the other will say. So tomorrow morning (which is today), at 8:00, posts will appear on both our blogs.

Kind of a Flash Mob, for two. Only different.



I should add, tho, that of course we didn't check with each other as to what we'd be wearing. That was just random. I guess the same thing that makes us want to be friends is the same reason why we both wore turquoise jewelry (okay, how DO you spell that?) or peachy tops.



And altho I brought my faux Chanel vague-coloured turquoise nail varnish with me, I never did get a chance to apply it that day, so I've faked my thumb in photoshop. The one thing I did not 'fix', however, is my veiny hands: they have looked old and gnarled all my life. I've had witches' hands since childhood. Veiny feet, too. It's getting more pronounced each year and I've seen vicious tabloid shots about how people like Madonna can fix everything else but their hands give their age away. Well, sod it, says I! I'm old: it happens. So shoot me.



As for me: this top is quite magic for me: I found it aged 19, left behind on a clothes line in a remote part of Corfu, a youth hostel, with one of my dearest friends in the world, Maryann. It was Greek Easter, and we had had the most amazing experience, and as we left the hostel, someone had left this behind. I've had it all these years.

If all goes to plan, this summer Mr. Dot and I will be visiting her and her husband, Jim, and I'll bring the shirt with me. They are the best couple we know. And they have the best son and daughter, Ben, and Julie, who works @ MTV. They're like the perfect family. And they live in a place called Tranquility. And I'm just rambling now, and this post doesn't do justice to our First Fish Finger Friday, which was absolutely perfect. So you might as well just go visit Jennifer now, as I'm sure she'll say it better, and more succinctly.



Anyway, isn't Jennifer lovely? Everything she's wearing is, no doubt, vintage: she so has her own style. Land Girl Chic, as a colleague dubbed it.


This is yours truly, Polka Dot, signing off. I'll say goodnight now, but when you see this, it will be morning. A new day, a new dawn, and even tho I"ve posted this once already recently, it's worth hearing again! Sing along with Nina: