hot pink: julie's choice

Julie's feet, Tranquility, NJ.

I've noticed anything goes at the moment in the nail polish department. Maria was wearing neon orange today, her sister Lizzy, a kind of pewter (Lizzy will shortly be American Vogue's editor at large, so pay heed). I've got a kind of metallic gold/slightly green varnish on my toes, and most of my fingers, but my pinkie is a bright blue - from H&M last spring - so I might go in that direction. Actually, I tried the blue with the gold as a French Manicure tip.

What colours are your toenails today?

lost in translation

I love the scene in Lost in Translation, when Scarlett Johansson's character is telling Bill Murray how lost she is, she even dabbled in photography for a while 'but I was always doing something stupid, like photographing my feet.'

At which point, my husband nudged me. I've been shooting my feet since I first got my hands on a camera. It's an ongoing series: I'm fascinated with feet, as objects: the way they age. I don't know what it is about feet - or the shoes that we put on the feet - but there just are an infinite number of variations. And don't even get me started on nail polish.



My feet are wearing Revlon's Sunshine Sparkle (042), which to my mind is a more pleasing, paler version of yellow than Chanel's Mimosa, which is a bit.. hard core. Although, ironically, it doesn't sparkle, not like the lovely little pot of the Swiss brand Mavala's Acid Yellow, (123) which is truly bright and sparkly: like a sprinkling of glittery gold dust.

I'd like to start playing around with the pale turquoise colours, as stripes or a colour block version of a French manicure.

Shot, by me, at the V&A courtyard, on Monday: our one hot day of the summer. We're back to blustery conditions here in South Ken. Even the cat is cold, and he's got a fur coat on.