Cutting through the Matrix with Mr Impossible.

I have bee having a lot of fun with this project. It is a nice change to be creating something in a completely new fashion. It is pure play. Play at work which has always been my dream.

It is challenging and amusing to do the recordings. You can hear me laughing once on almost all of them.

Mr Impossible is a high priest of the dark arts as are most of his cohorts. It only adds to the appeal. Mr Impossible is so impossible that he transcends the formula. His character does not have an arc because he is the the full embodiment of an ascended master. A miracle worker  in priestly purple. As shamanic figures go he’s got it all really.

Shoe Heaven

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Sensational footwear by LA Gear. My only regret is that I didn’t buy a second pair.

I’m off the wall about my sequins sneakers. Get it?

Too damn snazzy. These divine creations of style and comfort were got for a steal. There are no coincidences this was pure manifestation.

 

 

 

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This is a post from my other blog for anyone with an interest in art. This is a link to the blog entitled http://wp.me/P6gpOy-aw One hundred Days one hundred creations

 

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Day 58.

I went up to the attic where I had been storing some of my earliest drawings and paintings. It was curious to go through my old sketch books I observed myself feeling a lot less critical towards all of the work seeing strengths and and aptitude in pieces that previously filled me with self condemnation.

A lot of work and a lot of looking. A lot of humour too.

I saw in the work the girl I was at various stages of my youth and the struggles I was facing. So many of the sketches brought a smile to my face. I noticed especially in the life studies that although my technique was crude and my lines often messy and indistinct I often succeeded in capturing the personality of the subject especially noticeable in the studies of close friends and intimates. Within my collection of charcoal sketches I saw a living past that photographs can’t convey.

I’m so glad I still have them and am gladdened at how much I’ve grown and changed since then more importantly how much I’ve stayed the same.

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

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.

A Vintage Indian Summer

Wistful thinking, originally uploaded by suzieperon.

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…