Fun times last night at the preview of Isabel Marant’s collaboration with H&M.
Having been offered a ticket, I thought I’d pop down and see what was on offer ahead of the crowds.
Right, well, now that I’ve picked myself up off the floor laughing at my own naivety, I can tell you that I was in no way ahead of nothing no siree.
I strolled into the Regent Street store, blithely unaware of the chaos inside to find…
Lots and lots of beautiful and focussed women (and just a few beautiful and focussed men) but no stock on the shelves.
It had all been swiped up in seconds.
The crowds were out in force and they were not messing about.
I do love the way that British people are so polite though, even when they’re nearly in tears at the thought that they might not get a slubby linen T at a bargain price. They’ll still offer you the things they’ve already tried, or laugh with you at the absurdity of the situation in hand.
My friend commented that I wasn’t prepared enough for the fight, I take the attitude that if it’s meant to be it will be.
What about you? What’s your strategy in these kinds of events?
Do you go? Would you queue? Are you crazy for it or is it just bonkers?
I’ll just be in the corner with a glass of champagne if you need me.
Good morning! Welcome Monday and, yeah, you’re just going to have to trust me that todays title is what all the kids are saying in reference to their, um, over exuberance the night before. Well, some of the kids, maybe. A small and elite bunch.
Nothing like starting the week with a bit of a head and you know what my motto is?
Always Worth It.
Print it out, stick it above your desk and pour the coffee, you’ll feel much better soon. Promise.
Couple of days ago I went to buy buttons. As you do.
I walk up the counter, a beautiful cool girl is standing behind it.
“Wow” she says “I love your jumpsuit, where’s it from?”
I am, for the record wearing a denim, well, it’s a boiler suit honestly. I look slightly as if I should be rolling up my sleeves, kissing my own guns and shouting “We Can Do It!”
On a poster.
“It’s vintage” I reply “but I’m not thrilled with the buttons. I think these will be better”
(That’s why I’m buying buttons, y’see. Oh look it’s not just thrown together this you know.)
The girl appraises my existing buttons and the new choice.
“Mm hmm. Agreed.”
I love London. I love that you can have that little conversation and that it’s totally understood what you’re going for. That you can wear vintage and no one accuses you of being a car mechanic. That people are open to discussing their outfit choices and being involved with each others decisions without judgement.
I know it’s not just a London thing. It’s partly a fashion girl thing and it’s partly this, the whole democratic, we’re all stylists now, World Wide Web.
But it is a bit London you know. I know everyone wants to be a French girl, bah oui, so cooool, de rien, all that.
It is beautiful, it’s alluring and interesting and yes, I do like that too.
But I’ll take being a London girl, born and bred.
Buttons and all.
Whatever it is, pictures, words, making a Gif, performing a pirouette turn, it all takes practice. A whole lotta practice. The trick is not to get frustrated along the way.
I say this not because I take my own advice, but to remind myself that I DO know the trick…
Have a lovely weekend.
With thanks to the beautiful Maria for being my model.
I can’t think today, I’m too distracted by these boots.
You can find them here.
They are called Harmony, but don’t let that fool you, these suckers will mess with your head.
Slap my thigh and call me Susan but is there anything nicer than being told your skin looks amazing? Well, yes, ok fair enough, world peace, a stranger tapping you on the shoulder and insisting that the million pound note lying on the floor here must have fallen out of your pocket, I know I know. BUT, in the grand scheme of things, it is, in fact something that will make you feel really rather fabulous all day, thanks very much.
Perfect skin, the holy grail of beauty. So when the very perfect Charlotte Saye recommended the (lengthily titled) Khiel’s Epidermal Re-Texturizing Micro Dermabrasion, saying “This is amazing, it like takes off an entire layer of skin. I’ve never had a real one done but this is really good. You’ve got to do it properly, you have to do it almost dry skin and do it in those tiny tiny circles.” my goose was cooked, I had to try this stuff. I mean seriously, have you seen that girl’s skin? She went on camera with no make up on, go check it out if you don’t believe me. She has a point though, it’s a strangely medical looking product by the recently rediscovered (by me) brand. Its instructions are written in a way that makes you feel somewhat trepidatious about putting the stuff on your face. But hey, I slapped it on anyway, small circle now girls, small circles. Actually boys, you too, according to the ever helpful Kiehl’s staff. A quick pre shave scrub is highly recommended to get those bristles up and ready to be chopped.
OK, back to the compliments, I had several people give me that that slightly tilted head, inquisitive look you get when someone thinks you’ve done something different but they’re not sure what. You look fabulous, you look tanned (??) you look really well were the sort of things that were forthcoming in the space of one, rather pleasant, day.
And that stuff is always going to feel great, million pound note or no.
You can find Kiehl’s in the UK here.
As you know, I do love a uniform. Well, it turns out that Stevie Nicks does too (we’re so alike).
Describing how she put together her signature looks she explains that really, she wanted to create a look that she could stick to and not worry about. That way she could concentrate fully on her work. (Oh Stevie, I so agree, I just know we’d get on.)
“I decided on my outfit right in the beginning, because I said I want a uniform.
So I said I want black fringy and I want a black skirt and I want a good leotard and I want a little black riding jacket and I want black platform boots and I want a scarf and I want a hat. And then I want you to make three more sets of that and I’m off, because I would rather focus on my music than what I wear. So I came up with something that looked great on me, and looked thin and looked feminine and then I put really heavy boots with it so that would calm down the ballet skirt-ness of it all. And I said, I’m not going to worry about it.”
I love that she is on the one hand such a powerhouse and a legend and on the other she made these decisions from such a practical viewpoint, which is totally the way I see clothes. I love them, but I want to be in stuff that’s right for me, and that I can do my job well in. I thought it was so telling that she mentioned looking thin, and that the boots were deliberately designed to make her appear taller (she’s tiny) because those things gave her confidence. And isn’t confidence what we all look for in clothes? It’s not actually the clothes themselves, but the stories they allow us to tell ourselves about who we are and what we are capable of that is so seductive.
I love that. Thanks Stevie, keeping Dreaming.
In Your Dreams, a documentary that follows the making of Stevies Nicks’ new album, premiered here last night in London, followed by a Q&A.
You can download her new album in iTunes now.
Funny thing about exercise.
I haven’t been to a dance class this week, I didn’t go to a dance class last week. I go at the weekend but there has been too much work on, too many distractions, I’m tired, it’s raining, I need to get this edit finished, update my site….and on and on. The energy I’m putting into the excuses is bigger than is required to take the class!
But that’s not the funny thing. The funny thing is, I’m exhausted.
Chatting to a girlfriend last night (yes, I can always summon the energy for a chat, now that’s funny) I mentioned this and she completely agreed. “People who don’t exercise don’t understand that it actually gives you energy.”
Also funny, I had never really thought of myself as A Person Who Exercises. I love to dance, that’s it. I don’t run, I don’t spin, I don’t ‘work out’….do I?
OH! I do!
Or rather, I haven’t been, and boy do I feel it.
So, as I sit here, craving sugar and a nap and generally feeling like any sort of movement would be a really bad idea, I’ve decided, I gotta get my ass to a class.
If only someone hadn’t put LFW right in the way as a distraction…
Sometimes I get really frustrated when things don’t move as quickly as I want them to, (like, er NOW please, c’mon c’com) but then I remember, I have my priorities completely screwed.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.