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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?
For the past few weeks everything has been upside down. No really, literally upside down, inside out, in the wrong room, covered in dust.
The joy of renovation.
Now though, now, we can congratulate ourselves on having survived something and enjoy the fact that in my office I actually have space to put stuff away.
Whether I will or not is another issue…
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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.
It was one of those running to catch up kind of days (which is to say that someone let me down very badly and the rest of us had to work twice as hard to compensate) (let’s not go there) (Oh, you know what, it happens). But the beauty of this was that we had such an outstanding team that we all really pulled together as a result. Which was actually pretty amazing.
I just sang my Kelly Clarkson anthem and got on with it, what doesn’t kill you makes you strooooonger, right?
Yes, OK, sorry, you didn’t need to hear that.
Anyway, it was a shoot with the very beautiful (and, frankly, super hot) Madalina who you’ve met here before and, oh, yes, him. Mr Moody soulful eyes up there. Now I don’t want to burst your bubble or anything but he is actually proper lovely. Smiley, polite all that. I know! My job is great.
So before I get too carried away with all this hanging out with the cool kids thing, I have to say that I really managed to display my age on this shoot, and not just once.
Let us count the ways…
1. I say, “right let’s start over here I just need to get a Polaroid for the light”
Two models who have only ever worked digitally look at me with (beautiful but) entirely blank expressions.
I translate. They look at me blankly some more, then give me a small sympathetic smile.
2. I say “I need you to have that whole Christie Brinkley, most popular girl in school vibe” (yes, I know, people talk a load of rubbish in fashion when they’re trying to explain their vision).
I get the beautiful and blank (see above).
I turn to Mark, my wonderful hairdresser and general partner in crime. “You know Christie Brinkley, right?”
He looks apologetic, “Nope, no idea, sorry.”
“Billy Joel? Uptown girl? He wrote that about her?”
Madalina, bless her cotton socks, says “Oh! I love Billy Joel”
Oh my God, my job sucks.
OK, so at this point, we’re just hoping the pictures are good.
I’m halfway through the edit, I’ll post what I can soon, watch this space…
Ten thousand hours. That’s how long it takes to master a skill, apparently. That’s a lot of practice for sure, but it sounds about right.
Running through some upcoming stories this morning with lovely hairdresser Mark, we were marvelling at how long it takes to become really experienced at your craft. We agreed that we probably had our hours, and then some, on the clock in our respective professions, meaning we were fully entitled to spend an extra half hour working on the skill of having an extra cup of tea before actually doing any proper work.
Ah, procrastination, doncha just love it?
So, the ICA is hosting a new Jeurgen Teller exhibition and last night was the preview.
I figured I’d pop along and have a look as I am a huge JT geek and was interested in seeing his fine art work alongside his massively successful commercial work. I mean, how does he pull that off? Love it, but it’s a rare combination and one that intrigues me.
I’d had a busy day of running around and (in case I haven’t mentioned it enough recently) it’s freezing in London so there I am, scuffed up boots, Canadian tuxedo and my new favourite beanie, like a small boy in the sixth form, nipping in for a quick squiz at the exhibit at the first opportunity.
Inside the vibe has the social manners of a school prom that only lets the uber cool kids in. Everyone is checking everyone else out, but I mean aggressively checking and also, oh yes, everyone is there. I mean honestly, it looks like the pictures have come to life and are strolling round the place holding a drink. Which is all fine, apart from the fact that I’m completely intimidated and also, (key point) not in the right outfit.
(Thank God I was wearing lipstick, which my sister has given me strict instructions about and more of which later)
Kristen McMenamy is strolling around with the air of someone who constantly followed by a camera crew, which, basically, she is, and she pulls of that air very nicely, but frankly it’s all a bit much to deal with so I sneak out after a brief tour. I’m going back today for a proper look.
What I did like though, was the room ‘wallpapered’ with a sort of mini retrospective of his work, personal and public. You can see it in my marvellous iPhone pictures above. It reminded me of my bedroom at art college, actually.
And sort of made me feel like that was where I belonged.
Jeurgen Teller, Woo
at the ICA from today until 17th March
Last night I had supper in the Tate Britain. Right there, in the gallery, on long Hogwartian tables lit with candle light and strewn with beautiful dark blooms. Ophelia and Lilith watched us from the walls. The occasion was a new exhibition of Pre-Raphaelite works, a stunning combination of paintings and decorative arts. A perfect reflection, I thought, of the clean skin/dark heart of fashion for Autumn 2012.
Pre-Raphaelites Victorian Avant-Garde at Tate Britain 12 September 2012 – 13 January 2013