It’s been a while since I’ve publicly sung the praises of Canadian cobbler Tracey Neuls and her beautiful shoes. With these photographs by Uli Schade, however, the time is just right. So, with my vocal cords all warmed up, here is my latest aria.
Is it just me, or do these pics conjure someplace over the rainbow?
I know it’s tempting the wrath of the fashion goddesses, but I’m really not into pastels. They’re too wishy-washy-little-girly-bleuch for me. On Nastya Kusakina – shot by Jens Ingvarsson - however, I’m willing to concede defeat. Just this once. Just for her.
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It’s opera again tonight. Standing in the balconies requires something simple. Like these Jenni Kayne trousers. And the knit too. The sunnies, though, are a no-no. La Boheme is dark enough.
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Image courtesy of Jenni Kayne.
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When we lived in Cameroon, we spent a lot of time in the car, skittling gun-weilding police at roadblocks, heading to the black sand beaches at Limbe or my French teacher’s beach hut in Kribi. A couple of hours in a 4×4 was a small price to pay to escape the largely oppressive city of Douala.
While driving, we’d listen to whatever was in our 6-disc CD changer. It was a schizophrenic soundtrack of modern opera and composition by John Adams and Philip Glass (his) and The Goo Goo Dolls and the Moulin Rouge soundtrack (mine). He wasn’t too keen on my picks, but I hated his more. Continue reading
I’m a-time-travelling. It’s 2009. I’m acting Shopping Ed for Time Out Dubai. Vivienne Westwood announces she’s opening up an eponymous boutique at a new mall. I ask for an interview. She says yes. What ensues is a pinch-myself-am-I-dreaming career moment.
Dame Viv lyrically waxes on all sorts. Her thoughts on trends and up-and-coming fashion designers, her love for Russian composers and Spanish artists, the environment, the Queen and so much more. I have more than 3,453,234,332,234,555.023 usable words for a 1,500-word feature. She guest edits the mag and designs a cover. I’m all swoony and hooked.
It’s last Friday. I’m at the Barbican. The London Symphony Orchestra is doing Stravinksy. During the intermission, Dame Viv brushes past me on the way to the bar. My heart jiggles. We chat. I mumble something akin to the above recollection. She looks at me blankly. She looks at me with kindness. She says my name and shakes my hand. As does Andreas, her beautifully hirsute and smiley husband. Just another writer to her. Just another seminal experience for me.
It’s today. I read over the interview that changed the course of my career. I choose my favourite pieces from the Vivienne Westwood‘s Anglomania SS12 collection and I share them with you. Here.
I used to speak Japanese. That was, of course, until French and almost two decades planted themselves in the way. One word I do remember, however, is hanabi. It’s literal translation is fire flower, which is much lovelier than our more prosaic fireworks. To explain: the trigger for this happy-to-be-told anecdote was Qi Wei‘s delicious ‘exploding flowers‘ series.
They’re just like the sky at Guy Fawkes’ night without the big bangs, sulphur and misty rain, don’t you think?
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Images courtesy of Qi Wei.
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I know it’s Wednesday, but I have an excuse. I’m late because I was hanging out here. It was time for birthday shenanigans, malarkeys and capers. I tried to sort out things for yesterday, but was blinded by a skinful of seafood, cheese, lawn tennis, love, gifts, happy songs in four-part harmonies arranged especially that made me cry. Not to mention (lots of) champagne. Tant pis.
Excuses and contrition aside, I’ve got lots to share this week. Comment if you like. It’s nice to know you’re out there.
I cannot think of an outfit I would rather be wearing today than this. I know in all those style/make-over/make-girls-cry-then-feel-better-about-themselves shows, uttering the C-word is akin to funnelling that other C-word through your gnashers. Yes, I’m jabbering about comfort. And who doesn’t need a dose of that on a Friday. And that amazing Aztec jacket to go with. Delish.
What are you wearing this May Bank holiday weekend?
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Image courtesy of Free People.
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