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.

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Child’s play.

It was a meeting of minds. Both female. Me the svengali in my late thirties and my muse Sara a very grown up girl of eight. Sara loves dressing up and has an innate sense of style, a delightfully mischievous sense of fun and the limitless imagination of an artist. Being eight years old for her the lines  between creativity and play don’t exist which is exactly how it should be.

For example.
I caught her before going off to school one morning and she asked me what I was going to wear for the day.

Mmm I am not sure I want to wear something really different I just don’t know what.

She thought for a moment then scrunched up her face and with some uncertainty suggested a wedding dress. She thought again. A beaming smile crossed her face. Then confidently nodding her head and flexing her eyebrows she said:

How about wearing this table?

She demonstrated carefully with her hands tilting them above her head slightly to one side before doing catwalk sashay shoulders to show how one would wear a small coffee table.

She said it partly in fun but there was also a serious intent to her unusual sartorial offering.  It was not the precise literal solution to my predicament but in existential terms she had read my mind.

More Salvador Dali or Elsa Shiiaparelli than Gok Wang

The conversation stuck in my mind. It was exhilarating and so much fun to be a child again.

She demonstrated her flair for all things fashion numerous times in drawings, in inventive hair twists, and exceptionally artful accessorising. I have never before and doubtful may not again meet someone with such a fun and true sense of personal style as I understand it. Playful, creative expressive, and always fun.

We simply had to do a shoot together. I took these pictures in her back garden in Tottenham last spring. I hope you enjoy the results. X

Prosecco and Eclairs for Thought.

What better way to re-ignite my enthusiasm for blogging than an afternoon of cakes and bubbles with my fellow UK style bloggers. For months I’ve been thinking how If only I could meet some like minded obsessives this would all make a bit more sense. The solo nature of this pursuit can make it a tad bewildering at times so I was thrilled to get invited to The IFB; thats the Indepepndent Fashion Bloggers in case there are any non bloggers reading , event yesterday. I gave myself ample time to get there but ended up doing manic darts in both directions moments before it was due to start. It’s a compulsion by now and one that a mere noting of the full address would eliminate. Noted again.

I was escorted up the stairs to the the suitably grand function room  at the Swarovski store. The excitable girlish chatter that greeted me set the tone for the afternoon. How nice to be greeted by a room full of smiling fabulous ladies and a photographer eager to take my picture.  Oh sure go on then. Armed with a glass of bubbly and more than my fair share of the sweet buffet I began introducing myself to my peers. It was pleasing to see the guests arrive by themselves and then merge effortlessly into the group. Hats were optional but cameras were not it seemed.

After sufficient mingling and munching there was a panel discussion featuring the top dogs in fashion blog land. Style Bubble, Bloglovin‘ and Signature 99 were represented and a lively and informative hour was passed as the experts shared their wisdom, feelings and experiences with us.

Needless to say there was some serious style in the room. I noticed some particularly striking leg wear and some gorgeous and unusual colour blocking combos.

I left before the winner of the hat competition was announced but my money was on Ceri from Style Eyes Ethical Fashion Blog who wore a striking leather swallow fascinator.

Ladies it was it was a pleasure!

Acting like Children.

Yesterday I spent the most marvelous afternoon working my butt off in the best possible way. My cousin Aisling graciously agreed to help me shoot photos of my brand new exclusive collection of vintage ladies clothing. No bribes were necessary as Aisling is a like minded woman.

She too loves nothing better than a good old fashioned game of dress up. Her other favourite activity is taking pictures of people dressing up. I really hit the buddy jackpot with this one.

As I waited for her to call to my apartment I did  a rain dissuading dance and then pulled my tiny studio asunder in the quest for props, accessories and outfits for our creative enterprise. She was similarly  inspired and brought with her all manner of fashion enhancing items in her kit bag.

Despite the unwieldy amount of stuff to lug and the intimidating workload I had set out for us we managed get through nearly all the looks by 5pm. The dance must have worked as we were blessed with glorious sunshine for most of the day.

We worked out a nifty system that involved us alternating the roles of model and photographer and then both of us changing our outfits behind the garden fence.

All the while I kept thinking of how great it felt to be 5 years old again. Surprisingly I kept hearing my mother’s voice saying don’t forget you will have to put all of it back when you are finished which I guess shows some evidence that I have matured a little.

It was just like those long passed rainy days indoors. Times when our Mom would encourage us to pull the whole house to pieces in the name of fun, freedom and self expression. She would put on the record player to help us create a  mood. Rummaging is in my blood and has served me well. The delightfully satisfying activity of pulling strange and wonderful  garments out from an ungodly mound and then trying them on is quite simply to me what makes life worth living. Prancing about in them for the day behind a camera with an eager accomplice makes it all the better.

I hope you enjoy the early results of what I hope and feel will be a lasting collaboration.

For information on any of the items please contact me on the Highgate Vintage Facebook page.