birthday girl

So much to say, so much to post.. I had planned to post something else entirely this morning, but clicked on a folder from 8 October and realised I never showed you these shots of Hedvig, when we met my friend Sarah and her daughter for lunch near Bond Street. Hedvig joined us - it was one of those rare glorious days and we stayed on, sitting outside til it got cold and dark.





As it was Hedvig's birthday this weekend it seems only fitting. And it's funny cause last night when I was thinking what would I wear today, what I was in the mood for was black, white, and this kind of khaki green colour (we need a cool name for this colour: any suggestions?) I've got an old cropped ribbed jumper from my friend Lisa, eons ago, that I've pulled out of the 'archives' (i.e. the plastic thingy under the bed) in exactly this colour. I think I'll call it Sage (working title) as that's an herb I'm cooking with a lot right now: it's so.. autumnal.




Can I just ask you all, on a totally unrelated note: are you obsessed with J Brand trousers? I ask because normally I love Shane Watson's column in the (London) Times Style section, and this week she was talking about 'It' trousers and call me provincial, but I just don't get it about them. Maybe it's because I've never tried them on, but I just don't get it. Then again, I'm not following the X Factor, either, so there you have it. And when I mentioned something to Jen about Downton Abbey, she'd never even heard of it. To each his own, I guess.

Speaking of obsessions: check out Hedvig's object of obsession< her birthday present from her lovely love!

chain reaction

Posting this in haste: it's a lovely sunny crisp fall day here and Mr. Dot has me on a short leash, time wise: must shower and dress and leave in 15 minutes for a countryside 'walk' (more like speed march, knowing him - he's quite type A, more like AAA battery) and pub lunch.





Been meaning to post these shots of my lovely friend Estelle - who I met, as I've met a lot of the friends in these posts, by 'street shooting' her. Her Goodone navy/black skirt is from that Goodone for Topshop series I've done, and I love the way she showed up in totally top to toe Topshop (apart from the chains and other bits of her own styling). She really got into the spirit of the impromptu shoot. (More on it scattered around past posts, starting with 'one good one'.


Speaking of street shooting, I'm definitely not stopping it altogether. I always take my camera out with me. I think what happened - what happens each fashion week - is after the intense creativity of what I see at fashion week, people on the street seem less interesting. And I'm so bored with that format of top to toe, pose them in the center facing the camera classic 'street style' shots. I prefer the safari aspect of shooting off the cuff, catching people unaware.. or the slightly posed 'street style' shoots like with Estelle here.

All her styling, all true to her style, which is always a bit biker chic, rock chick, a mix of chain and leather and tee shirts yet always, somehow, a bit... soft. Maybe it's simply her gentleness, almost vulnerability.




Anyway, enough chit chat. Better run. Her skirt is by Goodone, I'll link it later, or just go to Topshop/Goodone, you'll find it there. I love it. Roz has been having a tough time of it, by the way, but she's getting better. Will do a post later of a way you can cheer her up if you'd like. I really do feel - in the most unexpected ways - that we're all connected. All around this tiny world. Hope you're all having a lovely weekend. xox

breakfast club: trick of the light

From that same day that we went for lunch at the breakfast club, when my camera decided to act up. Sometimes, I swear, it's like our objects: phones, laptops, cameras, have a bloody mind of their own.

That said, I love those kind of happy accidents: that's the day I got that wild shot of Kit, being all glamorous ('just like Paris'). There's something kind of Dutch masters about these pancakes, I feel. And I can't even take any credit, it was the Canon talking.













The Breakfast Club is right off Hoxton Square but just be forewarned: on the weekends there's a queue out the door. Still, it's worth it: it's so Soho NY diner, circa 1986. In fact the whole afternoon felt like the 80s: Jen transformed Daniela simply by darkening her eyebrows, which, Dotsters, is what makes any look retro 80s, more, even, than bubble skirts or shoulder pads.

From top to bottom: Jen, Kit, Daniella. Just heard from Roz's dad: she's had some tricky times but she's a real trooper, our Roz. If you'd like, check in with her blog, her mum posted and will keep us updated.

Again, thank you: you all know who you are, and you know why. Have a lovely weekend everyone, starting NOW!! xox