Posts tagged letting the crazy out

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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.

Eve Lom Morning Time Cleanser 2014-02-14 (01.10.32-485 PM)
Just a little loving, early in the morning…

It’s Valentine’s Day and I’ll sing Dusty if I want. I recommend you join me because her sentiment, as well as her singing, is bang on the money.
It’s February, there’s a gale blowing outside, it’s the end of a long week, your skin is looking a leeetle bit grey weary. Be gentle, people, tread carefully out there.
It’s so tempting to scrub away as if by filing away the top layers of skin we will find summer lurking beneath, (oh hi there Summer, anytime you want to pop on over is TOTALLY FINE BTW) but a little morning loving might put a glow in your step more than rough treatment.

Get your mind out of the gutter, I’m discussing my new cleanser, which is making me feel very together and cherished. I’ve never bought Eve Lom before, despite it being brilliant (says: everyone, ever) because it’s so bliming expensive. But Winter months are long and you gotta dig deep to make it through.
So this stuff exits its pleasingly medical looking tube looking like a sort of squashed fruit bar and, frankly, smelling similar. But once you warm it in your hands it emulsifies into a rather comforting oil that you rub on and leave for a few minutes. During this time you can imagine your face is getting the equivalent of a good hug and a ‘you go, girl’ as a precursor to your day ahead.
After two or three minutes, you wash it off and you’re good to go.
Smooth. Loved.
Beats a cup of coffee for starting off your day.

OK Dusty, we still need the caffeine, let’s not exaggerate.

Isabel Marant 2013-11-14 (03.42.20-937 PM)

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…
Empty shelves.
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.

End Of The Night 2013-10-04 (09.33.46-165 PM)
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.

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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

Keihl's Micro Demermabrasion 2013-09-23 (11.20.05-049 AM)
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.

Essentials 2013-09-13 (11.25.41-057 AM)
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…

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OK, so the thing is here, when I’m shooting, I have a sort of uniform.

There is a very good reason for this.
I’m extremely easily distracted, so put me anywhere near a rail full of beautiful clothes (let alone for seasons that haven’t even happened yet) and I’m liable to hit some sort of identity crisis slash anxiety meltdown. Add in a sprinkling of implausibly good looking models and the meltdown could hit a manic depressive spiral of angst amazingly fast (no really, I worry it could). There is in fact a danger I could forget entirely about the job I am there to do and worry only about having dressed wrongly, or missed out on the good genes in the good genes queue.

So, my friends, as a distraction from this awful possibility, (and having spent my entire childhood customising/losing/deliberately ignoring any sort of enforced apparel) I now have created and imposed a uniform of my own.

My name is Emma Miranda Moore and I am an addict.
My addiction is grey marl.
A grey marl sweatshirt, jeans and good kicks will basically take you anywhere, shooting wise. I have been known to go crazy and swap in a grey marl tshirt in a warmer climate situation (I know, try and remain calm, you would still recognise me) but basically this is the magic formula.

The thing I love about the grey marl sweat is that it’s only ever going to get better. How many things in life can you say that about? Not many. Amazing.
Stretched out neck? Desirable. Frayed cuffs? See them there, don’t care.

I do play favourites, that Champion number up there is on pretty heavy rotation at the moment, it’s just getting good. It takes a while to break those kids in, but once you’ve bent them to your will, they are yours for life.
Just try throwing one away, I dare you.

What about you? What do you wear all the time?

Lee sweatshirt, above centre, c/o


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