Timewarp

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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?

Summer of Sass

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From the archives I present to you some coolness from London. I shot a whole army of gorgeous Londoners back in 2011and they’ve languished until now. Take this willowy lass who showed up on my rounds in Shoreditch. Sadly I’ve little recall of her details but I remember she was very happy to be photographed for the purposes of this blog.

Her flat shoes tablecloth skirt and a pirate t shirt combo really should not look this good This one probably would get away with a hooked arm and eye patch.

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.

Fashion highs and lows 2011

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.
  1. 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!
  2. 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!
  3. 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
  4. 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?
  5. 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.
  6. American Dentist blouse. Aptly titled by amusing muse eight year old Sara. Exquisitely modeled by the lovely Aisling Conboy.
  7. Peach Vintage Radley cocktail dress. This sweet wrapper of stiff pastel organza made my birthday go pop!
  8. Animal print mules Russell and Bromley. These are some grown up shoes just like the ones my first Barbie had.
  9. 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.
  10. 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.

LOWS

  1. 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.

A Vintage Indian Summer

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These are photos from a shoot I did back in early October when we received a much appreciated blast of last minute summer. The dress is in a very fine navy blue wool crepe and is the work of talented vintage designer Irma Romero. The model is
Rebecka Mustajarv who maintained regal poise and grace while I was busy snapping. I chose Waterloo Park in Highgate for the location as it is suitably grand for such an elegant dress. Lighting was a challenge due to the unexpected sunshine but nevertheless it was a productive day and another hugely satisfying collaboration in the name of creativity and style.

These are my favourites…