prescience

Back in the days before God invented blogs, Mr. Dot and I used to go Upstate New York on the weekends (just like Carried tried to do a few times with Aiden). We rented a sweet log cabin on the Esopus River, near Woodstock, built by three brothers in the 1930s. I named it the Magic House.

We used to go fly fishing (well, he did) at a spot where he felt was the best fishing, which we called The Laundry, because there was once a commercial laundry that supplied the hotels and camps in the area. Because I couldn't properly swim (too shallow) I'd have to find other ways to amuse myself, which is how the whole bringing the tripod/camera doing 'self portraits' thing started. Then I'd play around with them in early versions of Photoshop. Everything was primitive back then.

I also did real collages with flower seed catalogues: I was really into making dresses out of real flowers. And I've always dressed this way: in fact I still have the same prescription tortoise Ray Ban sunglasses: same sneakers, similar black tops, and somewhere, those shorts. I'm still trying to find them in the depths of my cupboards. I know they're there.

I've never followed trends, I've always just dressed how I liked. It's just freaky right now: everything I used to wear - the boots with the lacy dresses, the whole thing - is how people are dressing now. When I'm old and grey - which isn't far off - I will still dress this way. Just try and stop me.

Prescience: the power to foresee the future

lace

Just as the heat wave was hotting up - Wednesday 23rd June, to be exact - was about to go into a blog-related meeting off Oxford Street, when I saw this sweet girl with her mother. I haven't posted it sooner because frankly, altho all I want to wear is white, that window to wear lace and boots had slammed shut in the heat. Now that it's a bit cooler, I can start revisiting this look.



There's something I've always semi-consciously done, which she's doing here: not being too matchy matchy. Sometimes, I'll do it to be ironic, or because I'm in the mood for that crisp, black and white feel. But to me that little touch of a brown belt just makes the third element in the trilogy.

Wish she'd got in touch: they had to go, we had to go, I think I asked her to look me up, but I"ve totally forgotten her name. Isn't she sweet?

p.s. Weird coincidence: 'lace' is the current American Apparel on my sidebar. Which reminds me: if you have a moment, would you mind clicking on the ad? You needn't buy anything, but once you've clicked thru, if you then buy something another time, I think it figures it out. Up to a month. And I'd get money. Which would get me brownie points with Mr. Dot ; )

kirby: ghost in the machine

Was on my way to a blog-related meeting on Wednesday the 23rd June, turned down Old Bond Street, and was following a guy in plaid pants. He had such an air about him: his movements were so jaunty, he had this energy and.. can't think of any other word besides style. I had no idea what he looked like, but knew I had to shoot him, so I just ran after him, shooting as I went.



Finally caught up with him when the turned the corner. Kirby is his name, and he works for Commes de Garcons, at Dover Street Market, where he was heading back with his Starbucks. He was so so so nice, and was quite modest about being shot, but I back into the street (my lens really closes in on people) just as a car turned the corner and almost ran me over. It wasn't til I got the first shot back that I realised what a freaky spooky shot it was. And uncanny, the way his legs framed his coffee cup. And he's blurred but the cup is in focus.



This is what he really looks like.

Off to yoga class!! Finally!! And one of my favourite teachers is filling in, Linda. I'm a bit rusty but Mr. Dot has promised he'd do some street shots of me doing splits in the air, because I realised when friends commented recently 'wow you used to be flexible'.. well you know what they say, you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but hopefully, said dog will remember the old tricks.