Showing posts with label leopard print scarf. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leopard print scarf. Show all posts

19.11.09

emma (the eyes have it)



Today was a gloriously spring like day here in London, and the minute I walked out the door, I passed Emma. I really really hope she didn't lose my card: Emma if you're reading this please get in touch! - because I didn't source anything, ask where she's from, what she does... nothing.



I noticed her eyes first thing. She said she always does them like this. It's a stunning effect and I swear to you, I haven't retouched a thing: this is her gorgeous gorgeous skin, eyes.. just amazing. I took a few quick shots - click, click, click - and now Mr. Dot is clamouring for his supper (grilled sardines with garlic, olive oil & bread crumbs, if you're curious, with a green salad and baguette) but he's threatening to 'fill up on chocolate covered Hob Nobs' - something he knows makes me crazy - in fact he's eating them as we speak. All because I can't decide which shots to use! I can't narrow them down! So I'm just posting the whole lot.



Just as I was doing her full figure shot, a man walked by with a dog. I'm not sure if he spoke English, I just gestured: let the dog stay in the shot! So he did.



Emma's outfit is clearly the uniform of the week. I can't tell you how many women I've seen on the streets in black leather biker jacket, black tights or leggings & skirt, black boots, and leopard print scarf. But hands down, her look is my favourite.



Speaking of Emma: the BBC has just finished a great four-parter, starring Romola Garai. I can't remember which blog-friend recently said she wished they'd turn it into a period soap, like Eastenders, but I agree. I only caught it from the third episode, and can't wait for the re-runs. I'm sure it will start running world wide, so keep your eyes peeled.

24.8.09

BCBG (with a twist)



Just before leaving for our Long Island summer get away, I saw Estelle as we were driving home in South Kensington, and asked Mr. Dot to please stop the car (he's not all THAT bad, by the way, but I am loving your comments on yesterday's post! Yay blogirls! : )



Estelle is French, and it's odd, in London, I've kind of under-represented French style, altho we live in a kind of French enclave, because all the French schools are here. I hadn't posted her shots sooner because it was a cool day and she was dressed almost fall like, but I can't wait any longer. I think she's got such a great look. And it's funny, she just happened to be near this motorcycle, but in light of a comment recently about the Sartorialist and 'babe on a bike' shots on my post on Kari ('sunshine', 18 August), perhaps, I, too, am doing a series (I am typing this with a French accent, no?)



I was thinking, while on holiday, of a phrase I remember hearing many many years ago - the 80s, to be exact. Around the time of Sloane Rangers in London and Preppies in NY, there was a phrase I haven't forgotten: BCBG, or bon chic, bon genre. Any French bloggers out there, are you old enough to remember this? Does anyone still use it? Wikipedia mentions it, more on it here, (under 'list of chics' which made me smile. There's even a 'Chelsea Chic, did you know that?) Well I feel Estelle's look is classic BCBG, with a twist. It's like she's taken the cliche of the Parisian beauty's understanding of the art of scarfs, and wacked it on the head with a great giant leopard print one. So cool. She sourced some of her stuff for me, but after all that sun & swimming, it's gone right out of my head. When I hear from her next, I'll update you all.

Don't you just love the way her red boots are so reminiscent of Dorothy's original red shoes in yesterday's post? Just another one of life's little coincidences!