When I started this blog last year it was out of boredom. I was bored. I was also bored with the slew of “fashion” blogs out there that tried to mimic blogs like The Sartorialist. I’ve always liked writing but hadn’t done much of it over the last decade since I started working as a designer. If I were to write a blog what would it be about? I asked myself. I tend to stay away from the fashion scene so I would probably be the last person to know what or who was in or out. I realised that I didn’t have to categorise myself. I would write about anything that interested me as a designer and as a person, share my thoughts, images, silly things that made me laugh, things that pissed me off. I honestly didn’t know if there was anyone out there that would find it of interest. It seemed like everyone and anyone had a blog. Would I be just another yapper in a Digital Cacophony? Regardless I joined the ranks…
When Kristine from The Circus Project, a German blog, contacted me it came as a bit of a surprise. She was part of a team putting together a “bookazine” with the publisher Herznote that would unite bloggers from around the world in hard copy. I found the concept intriguing but I also wondered if it didn’t go against the very spirit of blogging – total freedom of expression not confined to word counts. They were totally open to ideas and I could write about whatever subject I chose. This was some six or seven months ago.
The Circus Bookazine was launched this month and I feel absolutely honoured to have been part of it. It was quite possibly the most challenging thing that I’ve ever done. Writing within the limits of a word count takes quite a lot of self -control. You have to be so economical with words and I had to grit my teeth during the edit and kill paragraphs I loved for the better of the whole. I have a new found respect for journalists! The two mediums are entirely different and I don’t think that one cancels the other. Circus just made things just that bit more interesting_
Thank you, guys!
PS My piece is about food and fashion.
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There’s something about Renée…
For me, PRADA really delivered this season. I thought it was an extremely strong show. Precise, uncompromising and decidedly MODERN – a word bandied about so much these days. In a season of blindingly bright hues the PRADA electric blues, oranges and greens seemed the most potent and daring. The thing I like about PRADA is you really get a sense of the woman, the narrative. The total package. Miuccia Prada would most probably have been burned at the stake centuries ago. She is a witch, a magician and she can see the future!
The reviews of the show have referenced Josephine Baker, Carmen Miranda and sultry nights in Latin America but I see something much closer to home, more Southern France circa 1932…
When the model Jourdan Dunn took her turn on the catwalk she was the spitting image of Renée Perle, the Romanian model who was the mistress of the photographer Jacques Henri Lartigue. The finger-waved hair, a certain air of mystery and exoticism, grace and poise. It struck me that the PRADA show was less about hot tango nights and more about summers spent in the French riviera during the twenties and thirties. The broad stripes that recalled beach umbrellas, the easy, slightly drop waisted shifts that brought to mind the newly revealing swimwear of the period. That’s the genius of PRADA – you can read so much into it but at the end of the day, walk into the stores and you’ll find rail upon rail of brilliantly conceived, immaculately constructed clothes that you can wear. The message rarely overshadows the product.
And I find that truly MODERN. New Oxygen©
catwalk images: www.vogue.com, Olivier Claisse
J.H. LARTIGUE images:
CONTREJOUR DONATION LARTIGUE 1990
Time flies, doesn’t it?
Been a busy bee this end, even though the photo above might suggest otherwise. Yes the words beach, pool and scorching heat ring true but so do chiffon, button-sewing, panic and nervous sweat. Will explain later. Been busy alright. I’ll leave you with this image taken at Larnaca Airport in Southern Cyprus – I never knew they did airports as well…
This one’s for “B”
Eh? Just rolled off the Eurostar to find William Hague, Conservative Party Member of Parliament and one time Opposition Party leader, swathed in a flurry of “malicious” gay rumours. Eh? Wills is fond of willies? Victim of a slur campaign? Either way I found his choice of words at the press conference he gave clumsy-hysterical. How did he put it?
“…and at some point you’ve got to speak OUT about that and put the record STRAIGHT…”
Poor Wills sounds very confused. Maybe he’s ambidextrous. All these allegations must be driving him round the bender.
More random textures from My Great Archive Of Really Terrible Pics. No connection that I can think of apart from them feeling right.
Let’s sea, sorry see. The burnt down pier on Brighton beach, the Lady stood outside my window one evening casting a ghoulish shadow, a target drawn on tarmac and a bricolage hodge-podge fence. Like I said, no connection whatsoever_