tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9649446344514211842024-03-05T05:21:51.931+00:00roadtrip23.com: aka streetstyle london LONDON • ENGLAND • THE WORLDjillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.comBlogger1570125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-46950872828648621522013-07-18T16:13:00.000+01:002013-07-19T09:58:05.709+01:00sea of tranquility: dinner party
It is my belief that anything done well in this world is a balancing act.
It's like magic: someone, an individual or a team, are working very hard to make it look effortless.
And nowhere is that more apparent than at the perfect dinner party.
And no one on this planet makes the more perfectly effortless dinner party than my friend Maryann Kissane.
I don't know if it's because she's jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-21125766292269388452013-07-09T10:51:00.000+01:002013-07-09T10:51:23.002+01:00golden slumbers
A kind of sweet irony: my theme for today's post was photos of Ischia bathed in golden light - because after all, that's all that summer holidays come down to, the cool blue of water, the warmth of the sun - and then the start of this song made me cry. Once there was a way to back homeward.
Sad beyond words that we won't be going home this summer. There will be other beaches, other jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-66073685042678271972013-07-02T21:48:00.002+01:002013-07-02T21:48:43.766+01:00two mexicos
One old (James Taylor), one newer (The Staves).
Both nice.
Shot at Hotel Vittorio, as before.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-10761666721180004812013-06-27T10:25:00.001+01:002013-06-27T10:25:24.687+01:00juxtaposition: vesuvius
Juxtaposition: the ferry ride to Ischia, with Mount Vesuvius, and the rock formations, born of volcanoes, on Maronti Beach in Ischia, at our lovely Hotel Vittorio.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-2562970552797976762013-06-24T19:50:00.000+01:002013-06-24T19:50:23.060+01:00room with a view
It's the strangest feeling.. we're back home in London (a lovely city, don't get me wrong) but I feel like our ghosts are still haunting room 205, at the Hotel Vittorio (on Maronti Beach, Ischia, as previous post).
Our deck - as with all the other guests - was large, big enough for deck chairs and a table, lots of space to sunbathe, but we were always in water: the sea, the warm jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-11731993472342039562013-06-23T12:52:00.001+01:002014-12-15T12:02:23.492+00:00hotel paradiso
We have found, simply put, the best holiday in the world. Two words: Hotel Vittorio.
On Ischia, the Italian island near Capri (but better, less touristy), Hotel Vittorio sits on the most private end of the best beach on the island - Maroni Beach - like a white cruise ship, growing out of the volcanic cliff it nestles in. Everything: dining room, every room, has a deck facing the sea. jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-7411645464246392852013-06-17T19:45:00.000+01:002013-06-17T19:45:00.600+01:00something tells me we're not in kansas anymore
We're off to Italy! Ischia, actually. With camera. So setting this in advance, hopefully when you see it, we'll already be there. Really into the concept of travelling light, not checking any baggage.. oh and we're leaving at 3:00, so just hope the alarm works.
This isn't Italy, btw. It's Venetian Pool. As before.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-8463854578896639982013-06-15T08:46:00.000+01:002013-06-16T19:49:15.153+01:00magic water
When I was a young girl, in awe of something (I was awe struck a lot - still am, actually) and I'd say to my dad, wow, it's Magic. And he - an early childhood science education professor, who wrote books called Teaching Science Through Discovery, would smile and say 'It's Science.'
Perception is everything.
When we were at Venetian Pools, in Coral Gables, this winter, I was watching a youngjillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-81617404330523375582013-06-11T11:45:00.003+01:002013-06-11T11:45:24.161+01:00in my life: venetian pool
It was the year the Beatles first came to America, and they had just been to Miami for the first time. For those lads from Liverpool, I've seen the shots of them in the warm sea, and I know they'd not known anything like this.
I know, because it was the first trip I remember to Miami: I was just old enough to have memories, that stay with me, like songs, all jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-69433666762707325672013-06-10T10:45:00.000+01:002013-09-04T08:36:20.334+01:00lost in translation: trainer trending
Do you care how you look when you exercise?
That's how it started out: a lovely girl named Sophie wrote to ask me. She was thinking about the fuss the media (i.e., the FEMALE media: boys have other things to think about) were making about Katherine Jenkins allegedly running wearing make up. Turns out, she wasn't, just lip gloss. As Stephanie Marsh from the (London) Times tried to point out jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-87524654961327158652013-06-08T17:57:00.004+01:002013-06-08T18:11:01.531+01:00skin deep
There's a childhood story that stayed with me, the story of Stone Soup. If you don't know the story, here it is. I have always been fascinated by that concept: that together, we can create.. magic.
That's how I felt last Wednesday, when I had the privilege of attending a lovely charity event called Fight it with Fashion, created by the gorgeous girls (with amazing skinjillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-79777733743187890462013-06-04T20:01:00.000+01:002013-06-04T20:01:29.839+01:00OMM: apples & oranges
More fun with photography on the roof of the OMM hotel, Barcelona. Third in a series.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-24572642379480771302013-06-02T20:43:00.004+01:002013-06-02T20:43:40.914+01:00OMM: casa milà serendipity
Yesterday, hanging around with my husband in cold London town, I felt - out of the blue - like pulling out old photos of a brief trip to Barcelona, without my husband, like five or six years ago.
Little did I know that at possibly the same moment, the same childhood friends, Sheila and Steven, were in NYC, visiting from home in Malibu, with my other childhood friendsjillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-14277882083950079592013-06-01T19:54:00.000+01:002013-06-01T19:54:48.487+01:00OMM: roof with a view
First in a series: on the rooftop of the magical OMM hotel, in Barcelona, as guests of my best friend from childhood, Sheila, and her husband, Steven Fein (my boyfriend and I introduced them when we were all about 15. The boyfriend and I split up after six weeks - we're still friends - but Reader, she married him!). She's a wonderful, prolific, passionate artist, full of imaginings,jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-77683308080737253472013-05-30T08:40:00.002+01:002013-06-01T19:22:36.693+01:00meditate on this: cup
Part of a series, inspired by a peacock in Holland Park.
Something to mediate on, as I near the completion of my screenplay adaptation of my novel. And, another gift for you, George Harrison singing My Sweet Lord. Shanti shanti.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-85029605182508573152013-05-29T11:15:00.001+01:002013-05-29T11:15:10.041+01:00fluoro filofan
I remember getting my first Filofax: I was visiting London from NY with my English boyfriend, it was the 80s, and I got mine in basic black, of course. I felt very grown up.
I still have the Filofax, and Reader, I married the boyfriend.
And now, decades later, living in London, I am the proud owner of a FLUORO PINK, genuine leather, Filofax. The original. New and Improved. jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-89269306471288989242013-05-25T10:51:00.000+01:002013-05-25T10:51:35.751+01:00more from old harry house
As before: our friends' house in Poole, near Bournemouth. England.
Self portrait with pink shoes.
Happy Bank Holiday Weekend, all in the UK, Happy Memorial Day Weekend in the States, and to everyone else round the world, Happy Weekend. Ah, just as I typed that, the sun came out.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-44379209607452838082013-05-23T11:02:00.002+01:002013-05-23T11:02:23.211+01:00old harry house: mid century modern
From my pre-digital, pre-streetstyle days: a weekend at our friends' house, in Poole, named Old Harry House, after the rocks, shown above when we went out sailing with them.
I am obsessed - absolutely craving - minimalism and mid century modernism.
As always - boats against the current - I'm drawn to the same themes. Can't resist a self portrait, for example, reflected in jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-60147206285877427002013-05-21T19:14:00.001+01:002013-05-21T19:24:33.063+01:00sens & serendipity
Spiritual as I like to believe I am, there are things in this world that make me happy.
Amongst my favourite things are scented products, and I'm a fool for packaging. So when these four Panier des Sens en Provence products arrived in the post, and they turned out to feel and smell not just as good as I'd hoped, but better.. I cannot believe the quality of these creams andjillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-91602926834051043862013-05-20T23:39:00.003+01:002013-05-20T23:39:48.396+01:00for nella
For Nella, who was having surgery in Sweden yesterday, while I took this photo, in London, in Holland Park. Each tulip, so uniquely beautiful, showing me how profoundly fleeting life is. We only ever have this moment.
For Nella's daughter, Micha, and her fiance, David, and their children.
For my Mother, and my Father.
For my husband.
For love.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-72228754552421473112013-05-19T19:03:00.000+01:002013-05-19T19:03:10.591+01:00back to black: tulip
Inspired by a tulip I shot today at Holland Park, I remembered a shoot I did years ago - 2009 I think - with Estelle and Georgie. And took a gown that was blue grey, and brought it back to purplish black.
Speaking of, wasn't that a gorgeous version of Back to Black in Gatsby? I recognised Florence and the Machine - her voice is so iconic - but didn't realise it was Beyonce doing jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-3156063725675860872013-05-19T10:53:00.000+01:002013-05-19T10:53:26.359+01:00infinite shades of grey: harriet porter's paintings
What an exquisite treat it was yesterday - such serendipity. Grey day in May, so not a pool day, and my husband and I bundled up warm, walked into Holland Park and he saw a little poster. That's a painting! he said, pointing to what looked like a black and white photo of a spoon. We found the Ice House, MET the artist, Harriet Porter, and I was kicking myself I didn't have my camera (I shot jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-37815923486077325432013-05-18T18:37:00.004+01:002013-05-18T18:37:36.876+01:00what the hell is this
It was one of those magic moments, today, with my husband in Holland Park.. absolutely kicking myself I didn't have my camera. Shot these with my phone. More to come.
Have you figured out what this is? See below.
jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-74362758258188464472013-05-17T19:41:00.000+01:002013-05-17T19:41:16.233+01:00incident on porthminster beach
It was a few years ago, when I was shooting in film, with my dad's Pentax - something I'm going to start doing again, I decided, because I love the quality. With film, you're more.. careful. You don't take a zillion photos. You choose when to press the shutter.
And you don't get the results til much later. When you're somewhere else. When the moment is gone.
We were on the beach near St. jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-964944634451421184.post-32626557447374881172013-05-16T20:25:00.000+01:002013-09-04T08:37:22.470+01:00let there be light
What a wonderful world.
After a few idyllic days in the English countryside, swimming in the most magic heated outdoor pool of a beautiful friend, who is very private (I wish I could show you the photos), back to London and off to the John Lewis Christmas in July press day with my lovely friend Lina.
It was a great party. Great food, (more about that later) and sampling some of jillhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07469037790247873157noreply@blogger.com5