A short piece of video here from a recent shoot with the beautiful Eleanor Davis at Models 1. It ended up having quite the nineties vibe (er, hmmm, no surprise there then) with lovely styling by Navaz Batliwalla and a big mustard coloured sofa that none of us wanted to get up from.
Such hard work my job.
Rifling through my back catalogue (well a cupboard full of stuff, that sounded like I had an actual archive lurking around here somewhere) looking for inspiration for a mood board.
Came across this one. I’m taking from it:
1. Sunshine, always.
2. Dungarees, always.
3. The fact that it’s terribly easy to get distracted from your work by opening up old cupboards. Always.
Anyone who knows me knows that the whole Jane thing I got going on is not necessarily healthy but it’s real, ok? Yes, thanking you, I am aware that she is everyone’s favourite now. And perhaps always was, but still.
She and Serge are, like, the best fake mum and dad ever and the repeated reference I come back to again and again for my work. God, they looked cool. Well, she still does to be fair, that beautiful nonchalance she carries about her person just shines out from pretty much every picture I have ever seen of her. Which is a lot.
But hang on, what’s this? Well I’ll tell you what it is, it’s enough to make me want to say, in a Ferrero Rocher voice “Oh Mr Taschen Ambassador, you are really spoiling us”.
Just published by Taschen is this gorgeous anthology of pictures of Jane and Serge, just, you know, hanging out and making the rest of us feel like leaden mortals while they float like gods, even when they are just doing regular things like bathe their kids and buy ice cream. But that’s not all, oooooh no. We got extra prints in here, tucked inside the book like someone just left then there by accident. We got your basic huge massive poster going on, for the teen queen fans amongst you. We got an essay, written by Andrew Birkin, detailing his experience as Jane’s brother through their childhood together and beyond. We got a little booklet with contact sheets marked up with shots. Dammit, we even got stickers (and who, honestly, can resist a sticker?) and a sew on patch to pop on our duffel coat.
We got a whole heap of fandom, in order words. But fandom put together in a suitably cool and stunning presentation.
I love it. And I’m reeeeally fussy.
If you were stuck on what to ask the large chap with the big white beard for this Christmas, you could honestly do a lot worse than this.
Me? I just couldn’t wait that long.
Click the arrows to scroll through the pictures.
Tell Santa he can find a copy for you here
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.
Drumroll please…a new category for this rather grey and soggy Friday. What better way to cheer things up?
Look Both Ways will be showing upcoming work and some really old from the vaults stuff that it’s nice to revisit sometimes and
laugh at think about. It will also serve as a reminder to please be careful when you cross the road. Only joking. But, no, really, be careful out there.
Today we are looking forward, a fresh shoot I did with beautiful new face Ella Crockett at Models 1. I’ve almost finished editing the stills and will pop it into one of the portfolios very soon, but meanwhile, how about a little bit of moving image.
Oh, and a rather gorgeous 1940′s tune called Stardust. Your Friday’s improving already isn’t it?
Have a lovely day.
Rebecka is Swedish and has such a great little sister look, actually she might be perfect for a story I have in mind. It’s always good to see the girls in person, so tricky casting from books. I need to know they can take some direction and get into what we’re doing. I can’t bear it if it’s not a fun day shooting!
Checking out the new faces at Models 1 earlier this week I met up with a couple of girls who are visiting London at the moment. Paulina impressed me with her wolverine stare, she’s over from Hamburg and is just here a few more days so I need to get a wiggle on if I want to shoot with her this trip.
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.
In Paris last night, the Miu Miu show revealed colour, excellent messy hair and THAT cat print. All very lovely.
More than that though, they showed wrinkly tights, bunched up around the ankle.
Now the girls in the show may have looked like the coolest sixth formers on earth, but when I was at school we were really paranoid about having wrinkles. It was a massive faux pas among the cool kids.
So, school days, once again I say pah! As in so many ways, you were wrong. Mrs Prada says it’s all good and that does it for me.
Besides, I’ve secretly never really worked out how NOT to get that look, now I can rock it with pride.
Happiness is the small things.
See the whole Miu Miu shebang here