Spring Break

London Fashion Week is coming to a close and yet again I didn’t manage to witness any of the actual proceedings not in person that is. Chronic man flu seems to have hit rendering me too unwell to venture into the melee down at Somerset House. However this is not to say that I have been standing idly by. Quite the contrary. In  honour of the grand biannual occasion I am posting shots from taken of my own personal Spring Summer 2012 collection.

The shoot is in celebration of Suzieperon Vintage going all official yes thats right!

My wonderful cousin Aisling was again willing to participate as a model and photographer while simultaneously cooking up a Mastechef worthy four course feast for five. Wonder woman hand over your boots and belt I decree you. Also up for a bit of pre dinner costume changes and creativity was the lovely Rina. What a blessing it is to have such talented, gorgeous  and spontaneously willing friends.

We turned the splendid lounge into chaos in no time and worked with speed to get the most from the waning winter light while roommate Ollie waited patiently for the room to be returned to its correct purpose -dining.

The collection includes some very special pieces sourced  in many exotic locations. The blue two piece modelled exquisitely by Rina is a classic piece of sixties tailoring and would not look out place on the Madmen set which returns to the small screen in March. It is by American label Judy and has its original tags still attached. What a find!

The light grew dimmer and our bellies began to grumble. Another rapid flurry of activity later and we all sat down to the magnificent spread and some very diverse yet stimulating conversation.

Fashion, fine food and friends, what a truly fabulous way to spend a Sunday.

The pieces featured and others are available to buy now on My Asos Marketplace.

For further details please go to SuziePeron Vintage

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Eighties We Love You!

My girlfriends and I did the Time warp at the weekend. I mean both figuratively and literally.     The venue was The Reflex Club at St Paul’s London. Average age nnnnn nineteen provided you took us out of the equation . On arrival I had a sneaking but rather cloudy suspicion that I was there before circa 1993. I fared a whole lot better this time. The theme park eighties night clubbing experience ages well it seems.

It was a nostalgia spectacular. Cheese, kitsch and frankly some very poor taste did nothing to take from the overwhelming fun feeling. It brought me smack back to  a time when the future was filled with exciting promise and bra tops. Twenty years vanished once we hit the illuminated tiles which I might add were mopped with extraordinary dexterity and perplexing regularity.

All the usual suspects  were spotted and some surprisingly obscure ones too. We saw Top Gun Tom Cruise, Bianca Jagger, an army of Cyndis,  Madonna’s plus A Flock of Seagull’s  lead singer, My eyes have never seen so much neon. Clearly one store is making a killing by flogging the decade on a single trend.

It is so amusing and curious to see the next generation take on the era that formed me and my aspirations. According to this lot it was all underpants and cheap fluorescent lycra. And of course comedy shades. The mood was captured but the finer essences and nuances were somewhat missing. Chutzpah triumphed where accuracy failed and some truly hilarious results had me smiling all night. More to some people is definitely more.The rule being if in doubt remove an outer garment then furnish the deficit with more more pink and lime bangles.

Us lot having lived it opted for a somewhat more pared down approach. We preferred to use accents and little flourishes in our tribute. Affectionately nodding towards the decade with careful accessorising. Personally I think we excelled.

The evening’s hilarious shenanigans were interrupted by the bizarrely surreal dance floor announcement of Whiteny Houston’s untimely death. We did the only decent  thing and gave it socks to three of her biggest hits thus fermenting the memory forever.

Highlight of the evening had to be Annette’s spectacular rock out to Run Dmc. She thrashed to the beat, blonde hair a flaying like a regular hormone charger teenager. The excitement of It tipped me over the edge resulting in a wardrobe malfunction. Thankfully it was good and dark.