The casual stance, the attitude, the fantastic get up. It could only be New York. This photo of a young lady was taken unawares somewhere on Lower East side circa 2005. Apologies for the poor quality of the picture. I wanted to catch her before the rare specimen was swallowed up by city transit.
Disco psychedelia with a subtle hint of exotic executive.
She certainly looks like she means business. A real go go getter. I’d love to know where she was headed. Any ideas folks?
To round of what has been something of a watershed year for myself I thought I’d share my
personal wardrobe highlights of 2011. This one comes in close to the top at number 3.
Cool abstract expressionist jacket. Why go to a gallery when you can be one? This arty item was my sartorial conversation starter for the year. Many the unlikely . character including a surprising amount of genuinely approving males stopped me to compliment me on this printed wonder. I loved it as it reminds my of Hundertwasser the Austrian artist. Clashes with almost everything!
Black velvet aladdin slippers. Toe curling treasures that sexily elongate my legs and had me staring at my feet for a good part of the summer. My hard wearing ways mean these are unlikely to get me through S/S 2012 so if anyone knows where I can find me a new pair please please tell!
70’s mini sundress (see main picture. Part Babs Windsor part psychedelic Laura Ashley. Flirty and demure at once in candy colours and synthetic lace. Asset flattering bargain courtesy of the lovely people at the Islington Salvation Army Charity shop
Leatherette Car Seat dress. An icon in the finding and named by good self. My copywritng career was waylayed back in the 90’s but the talents are still around. I have seen its lesser cousins in the high street already. Bought at a carboot and named after a car seat. Self professed style icons don’t get much classier do they?
Crazy mad bonkers print elasticated waist cut off pants. These should so not work but do. Bad in print but bad ass on. These hot pink and black floral printed bad boys were worn and worn and not just for the comfortable stretch in the waistband.
American Dentist blouse. Aptly titled by amusing muse eight year old Sara. Exquisitely modeled by the lovely Aisling Conboy.
Peach Vintage Radley cocktail dress. This sweet wrapper of stiff pastel organza made my birthday go pop!
Animal print mules Russell and Bromley. These are some grown up shoes just like the ones my first Barbie had.
Tangerine velvet waistcoat or as an American friend of mine describes it vest. I somehow feel like Bart Simpson in a vest and that to me is a good thing.
I don’t hanker after the high street much but I have been stalking a pair of boots online after seeing them on a girl in Crouch End. No 6. Shearling black on black clog boots I must have you. I have in all honesty been a very good girl this year and thus deserve the best footwear money can buy. So hurry your tardy ass along now Santa.
Just the one. The tragic loss of my beloved boucle wool blue Chanelalike jacket. Last seen when locking my bike distractedly to the railings outside Highgate Tube station. Perhaps the long lost and much loved whippet missing from the same area is sleeping soundly on it somewhere. The thought hardly eases the pain still deeply felt.
Sadly I haven’t posted in a shockingly long time. Gasp! My poor sad little Mac has been through the wars but under my watchful eye it is still miraculously holding up. I myself have been busy elsewhere doing many exciting projects including styling a shoot in a boxing club in North London. It was a delight and a thrill to work with such an incredible team of young professionals. It was particularly exhilarating as the shoot took place during a training session making for a highly adrenalised and energetic production. I also have had the pleasure of doing a shoot with the exceptionally creative and lovely Mrs Jones. A fun afternoon was had in the squat/studio in Hackney and the extraordinary creations were modelled by some truly beautiful human creatures resulting in artistic fashion anarchy. It was a theatrical spectacular and the well deserved picnic on the mattress was a most fortifying denouement. Keeping up with Mrs Jones has all the evidence.
Here is a just little taster…
A nicely ordered rail before the creative mayhem got underway. Super poodle Betty strutting about the background.
Elsewhere my masterful fascinator skills were put to good use at a hip event in the East End. A sort of night clubbing meets after school activity party where revellers are invited to customise their very own festival headpiece . The heady blend of cocktails and creativity unleashed an outrage of untapped millinery talent. It was quite an experience to watch as the inspired worked furiously at tables topped with fuzzy felt and feathers out doing each other in the quest for head band history. The shameless and satisfied artists then gathered on the dance floor show in a show case of unbridled exhibitionism to some dancelicious tunes.Fun fun and then some.
The Undisputed Winner of the evening. Half man half wildebeest. 100% hilarious awesomeness.
As there was such a long gap between posts prior to the last few I thought I would just share some of what I’d been doing and wearing besides being insulted by Ryan Air staff and furiously endeavouring to bring my life here to London.
This is me posing for Photographerer Rebecca Hawkes at The Battersea Vintage Fair last March. This is what I arrived in. Vintage Sears Prairie blouse, high-waisted red red trousers, very old Dexter cowboy boots and show stopping brown velvet military hat.
I am so happy with the pictures Rebecca took. So here is another
My trouser ends couldn’t make up their minds about in or out.
Later on I purchased a lovely fifties sun dress from Love ur Look. It’s most striking feature is the print; an artistic abstract flower design in pretty primary shades with charming crayon markings visible. The pockets are such a plus making it oh so wearable. It fits quite nicely too. This is what I describe as a perfect summer bike dress.
One of the reasons I decided to do a style blog was to counter the numerous empty and disappointing occasions when I saw my style ideas appear in shop windows and magazine editorials long after making rudimentary notes about them in my little lime Moleskin notepad. At least now these notes to self and inspirational sketches no longer linger beneath the bushel of my procrastinating, undisciplined self. Today for example I opened up last weeks Observer Magazine and what do I see there?
“Anna Dello Russo- Japanese Vogue’s editor at large, blogger extraordinaire international style sensation, internet iconoclast -stands virtually naked in a hotel room in central London, contemplating a raucous fruit-embellished fascinator.”
I may not yet be considered an internet iconoclast or blogger extraordinaire but posted on these here humble pages not along was this pretty prescient baby.
So In Your Face Anna Dello Russo and Devoted Followers! Deemed by retailers to be too outrageous and flamboyant for Muswell Hill, behold once again my apples and cherries!
Cue a quick tongue in cheek victory hustle.
In a similar vein I happened to spot the imperious Black Queen of Individual style Diane Pernet in London. To my quiet delight I observed her hair and gloved hands gilded with silver birds. I’m glad I am in good company is all I’m saying.
This and more beautiful pieces on sale tomorrow at The Boogaloo Fair
Tomorrow with temperatures of 2 degrees and snow predicted I shall make my London fashion debut. Venue is The Boogaloo Highgate, where it is rumored Shane McGowan resides above shhhh. The hip as hell music bar will be transformed into a Christmas market which promises a vast array of fashion sensations. Vintage lovers, Musos, and Flea Hunters will all be thrilled at the bargains to be found. So now you know what to do. Don your earmuffs, furs, and snow mufflers and haul ass up to The Boogaloo for a heartwarming rummage. Here is a sneak preview of some of my personal booty on sale tomorrow. See you then. X
On my recent visit to Future Beauty at The Barbican in London I was struck by the amazing style of the visitors. A bevy of impossibly stylish youngsters were there to soak up and learn about fashion the Japanese way. My pick of the day goes to Hana Choi from South Korea for her exemplary colour scheme. Matching her natural colouring with her outfit is inspired. She is a divine vision of mocha and ebony.