Londoner’s know how to pose. Certain parts of the city’s inhabitants are naturals at nonchalance. Shoreditch natives and the herds of tourists it attracts need little in the way of art direction. Point a camera at them and they’ll do the rest.
Back in the day when fag breaks were fag breaks jobbing blog fodder was part of the deal making the set up easier. A point and a nod would suffice for communication purposes. Cool minimalists to the core.
Hats off to this young ‘un for unabashedly ticking all boxes in the rock canon wardrobe and getting away with it!
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?
I like New York in June
How about you?
I like a Gershwin tune
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I was back in my all time favourite city for six sweltering days recently. It was as I’d always experienced it crazy, hot, and fizzing with magic. And inspiring. I walked and walked till my feet swelled up all third trimester like. I greedily sucked in all the energy and sights not knowing when I’d be back there. This series was taken headed uptown into Time Square at rush hour. It doesn’t get more hectic than that or more vibrant.
I have been busy with other projects lately one of which is having my hair cut. Sad as it my seem this does require a lot of me and usually involves endless research, equivocation and procrastination. The perm is gone and I am happily sporting a short sleek style with no trace of those troublesome curls. I will post pix in the near future. Promise!
I have also been doing some exploring and would like to share some style, attitude and inspiration from my travels.
This St Patrick’s day was celebrated in style at The Forum in Kentish Town. Irish superstar and style icon Imelda May and fashionista Aisling Conboy enjoy the backstage vibes after The Damien Dempsey show.
Italians do it better. I can’t argue with you on that one Madonna. Elegant solo diner snapped on a Venetian back street. March 2012.
I finally made it down to Brighton a couple of weeks ago and managed to pick the wettest day for it. The prom was alive with day-trippers and locals and made for a lively spectacle none the less.
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.
Until such time as I can fathom how pages work, here is where I am going to post some of my more amazing thrift purchases. Thrift shopping includes flea markets, charity shops, second-hand or vintage outlets. Its a talent I have and I want to share it with you lovely people.
To get things rolling I shall start with a possible all-time favourite and aforementioned marvel; my ghetto fabulous, endorphin stimulating, pan-generational Cameo pants. Since unearthing these extraordinary leggings in a basket at the hugely popular Dublin Flea Market some two years ago I have received an endless channel of compliments, comments and enquiries all of a most positive nature. Last Thursday for example they were appreciated by two members of the fairer sex: one a pensioner the other a two-year-old.
These could be the love of my life or at least a major affair and I can envision the day when I may recall them wistfully to myself. Either that or they go the distance and I am prancing about a la Westwood in them at seventy.
It is rare even for me to get such mileage out of a piece of clothing and there are likely be many more words on the subject because as Michael Jackson quite rightly pointed out back in 1980. Love needs expression. Right?