Bikinis are tricky things aren’t they?
Naked in public, essentially, is what we’re looking at here. So what you’re after is something that will give you the confidence to carry that off without giving attention to the voice in your head that tells you you are in a nightmare where you’ve lost all your clothes. A bit like the one when you’re about to step on stage but you don’t know your lines. Or you’re trying to run but the pavement is made of sticky toffee.
So when you find that one, the one that makes you feel that everything is alright. Maybe even a little bit better than alright. That jumping around and actual swimming and, like, a real life good time would be possible in this garment, then hold on to it.
Tell it that you love and treat it right. Never let it go. It is, indeed, a true and fine friend.
Now stop your worrying and get in the pool.
Bikini by Melissa Odabash
Let’s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start. Oh Julie, you are, as always, so right.
There is a short list of things that I decided many years ago were essential, whatever the holiday destination. From work trip to country weekend to beach, there are a couple of things that I always find I need, or rather, that I feel a bit panicky without. These things, since you ask so nicely, are as follows: some kind of massive pashmina, (this is in fact my comfort blanket, airline pillow, extra jumper and cuddly toy all rolled into one). (Although I actually quite object to wearing one in the evening as it makes me feel slightly like I’m in too flimsy an outfit at a wedding. In Surrey.) Lavender oil, (to make my pillow smell like home) (I’ve gone a bit pillow-centric here, but bear with me) a gallon of moisturiser and a pair of jeans (or, if you’re feeling fashion today, a jean). You can travel in them, they knock the edge off your oh I’m not sure now new holiday top and if your beach based Easter break that was supposed to get you away from the biting, trying to hurt you cold in England, turns out to be not that warm either they will keep you cosy while you saunter casually up to the bar and order yourself a another medicinal whiskey.
How then, what with these strict rules and everything, did it come to pass that I ended up in the Canaries with no jeans? Error.
But in every mistake lies an opportunity and all that and this, I felt, was just the time to indulge the white jean fetish that has been gently growing inside me for about four years. (I am not one of life’s fast learners).
The issue I have with white jeans is that they also look a little bit Euro Sloan. Or, when worn in combination with any cashmere item, a little bit Yummy Mummy. I do not pass judgement on these looks and yet, they are not the ones I aspire to. Despite this, my yearning for a pair was growing as they would, I fancied, turn me into a cool French girl in a band a la Charlotte Gainsbourg. Now that is a look I can aspire to. Please.
Well, as with so many questions, Zara was the answer. I’m in the middle of nowhere currently and the shopping opportunities are few but if I know anything I know that there’s always a Zara. So quick shopping trip done and white jeans in hand, or rather, on slightly goose pimply legs and I’m gonna tell you what I’ve learned.
Number one, go up a size. White jeans should not be skin tight. This, from a girl who lives in skinninest skinnies.
Number two, roll them up a bit. Simples, but makes all the difference.
Number three, know that you do indeed now look a little bit Euro-sloany and a little bit Yummy Mummyish and not at all really like you edit French Vogue, but stop caring. Just stop.
Walk your warm legs to the bar and get the whiskies in.
Much as I love digital, love online, love the interaction, the immediacy, there’s still a thrill to be found from a good ol’ fashioned magazine in print.
It’s enough to make you start a whole new category on your blog, oh look!
This was a new one on me, East London produced Jocks and Nerds.
Articles on Film Noir and Weegee (my dark side is very happy right now) plus a sprinkling of fashion, plus, can we discuss how cute that title is?
I got my copy here but you can see where to find one here. So there.
Above is an out take of beautiful Madalina from the story we shot last week. Head over to the portfolio section to have a look at the finished product.
It’s a little bit paparazzi, a little bit documentary in feel. The two (already fabulous) models are playing the parts of ultra super amazing fabulous stars captured on film, sometimes unawares, sometimes intentionally.
Always, I would hope, beautifully.
I have a new friend.
He’s quite small but he keeps me warm and makes me happy.
He also doesn’t care if I don’t brush my hair (this is A Good Thing because I quite often don’t actually brush my hair). In fact I have a sneaking suspicion he prefers me that way. It makes him feel useful.
We’ve been hanging out for a few days now and, oh I don’t know, there’s just something about him that makes me feel cool.
I’m not sure that I could take him in to every social situation though, you know? Like I’m not sure he’d be able to fit in. So who knows where it’s headed long term but, for now, we’re having fun.
That’s what matters right?
Carhartt beanie, stylists own.
Or, you know, available here.
After a really good break (and a whole lotta Christmas themed chocolate, I mean really) the time comes to be planning some of that exciting new year work.
Well the time came.
And, well, the time continued to tick as I slunk back into bed with a horrible bout of flu and stayed there for several days. I know really that it’s my own fault for being smug about not getting any of the nasty bugs that have been going around. ‘Noro virus? Oh poor you darling, no, no, I’m healthy. No problems here.’ Damn you karma.
Anyway, today is a better day and you know what, I may get knocked down but I get up again. (Even if I am a slightly more wobbly and pale version of my former self.) The down side is that it’s left me with that nagging feeling that I’m already behind. So, time to crack on with getting some proper work underway.
And first up that means one thing, casting.
Watch out Premier, I’m coming…
Ali has the best shoes, always.
For me though, these are the best of the best.
Oh just sooo crushing on these Repetto brogues that have come in for tomorrows shoot.