Sunrise-sunset, 90’s styling, filmy shots and Helmut Newton-esque poses make this a dreamy shoot…
Every now and again you come upon a story or an image that just takes you away to another time and place. The nostalgia overwhelms you and it reminds you of something or somewhere or some time in your life that you just can’t put your finger on.
I guess that is what art does – takes you somewhere. Away from your screen or the page or the gallery wall. It evokes something so intangible in you that you can’t take your eyes off it. You can’t explain, there’s just something in the light, the colours, the location. It transports you. Often it can be an element that is seemingly unremarkable or it usually doesn’t grab other people in the same way. And the more you try to explain it, the more it gets lost, slipping through your fingers like a forgotten dream. That struggle to recapture it usually leaves me quite sad. I struggle to vocalise what I mean and desperately want people to understand how important something feels to me but I can never quite explain it.
This shoot from Marie Claire with its 90’s inspired swimwear, off-beat sunrise/sunset lighting, filmy quality and Helmut Newton-esque poses, does exactly that. It reminds me of late summer holidays where the light is still golden, but the air is turning and soon we will have to pack up the car and go home – back to hair cuts, new school books and time indoors.
I mean I might as well set up a temple and start worshiping. In my eyes Zara nails it every, single time. Who are these people who rip off designers almost instantaneously (they have a 2 week turnaround time when other brands need 6 months), shoot everything beautifully, have ridiculously good delivery options and their stores are generally well stocked and easy to shop (learn something here Mango!)? Oh and ps – they don’t waste money on advertising or dressing celebrities. Because, well why would you when you sit at #46 on the Forbes most valuable brand list at a casual $13 billion.
Also their owner literally looks like somebody’s sweet but slightly dilly uncle (check him out here). But don’t let those eyebrows fool you, at one point last year he was the richest man alive, beating Bill Gates’s casual $82 billion (probably because I spend so much money in there).
But lets get back to the clothes. The latest ‘Clean Lines’ story is a dream. It features the beautiful Cara Taylor, the girl who is making me want to chop all my hair off , because she rocks a bob like its nobody’s business. But I pretty much want EVERY SINGLE ITEM. There is such a good mix of nostalgic 80’s sport, Celine-inspired pieces (gotta love a bit of Celine) with the textures and lurex, plastic and and pvc that just need to find a place in your closet. Everything is perfectly paired, right down to the last mismatched earring. Go shop it now before I head into store and buy it all out…You have been warned…
I’m sick. Not enough to be trying to sleep through snot and a fever, but enough not to go to kickboxing with my friend this morning. The light is streaming in through the windows. Milky pale wintery sunshine (but still) and I feel compelled to stay indoors. It’s been a tough week so a dose of inspiration is in order. With Autumn firmly behind my London door I’m looking for warmth. The fuzzy caramel, warm highlight kind. Hope you enjoy this selection, its making me happy on this miserable morning.
PS – the sun has now gone only to be replaced with an Autumn shower.
PPS -sorry for the radio silence, my life decided to grow a life of its own and I have had no time for pretty pictures or blogging moments sadly. Here’s to trying to pick that up again…
image credits: they all hate us / pinterest / fashion editorials / style du monde /
I love it when a vision comes together visually (that sounds rather pseudo-profound doesn’t it?). What I mean is, when you can see that a photographer, model, stylist and concept all come together and produce something clever or interesting or – and I hesitate to use this word – beautiful. The reason I hesitate with the word ‘ beautiful’ is because beauty is terribly subjective. As are the other terms I’ve used, but beauty strikes me as so superficial. A 2 dimensional concept when featured in the same breath as striking or mesmerising for example. Case and point – the latest cover story from Harper’s Bazaar Spain. Featuring Daphne Groeneveld, who might not be everyone’s cup of tea, she has been exaggerated to the point of full fabulosity and you can’t help but be captivated by the images. The blanked out eyebrows, props, styling, its just magical….
I’m quite picky when it comes to models. I think most people in the fashion industry are. Beauty is such a subjective and tricky beast that you absolutely have to get the girl right. She is now sometimes more important the photographer as she tends to make a poor shoot look better (you could argue the reverse as well of course).
Yesterday a friend just couldn’t understand how I don’t find Cara Delevingne attractive. We were looking at her latest cover shoot for British GQ and while I was horrified, she on the other hand – completely entranced. I really just don’t get it. I’m sure Cara’s lovely, fun, a nice person, great to photograph, etc. etc. (or not) but she just doesn’t doesn’t tick my aesthetic boxes. At all. It’s the nose. And the fact that she has pulled too many of these faces.
The other issue is that we humans are the most fickle of creatures – the cherubic face that threw my art director into raptures yesterday, doesn’t get a second’s notice today. As the world turns ever faster and we are exposed to more and more images so our tastes shift and change within each day.
So its a rarity when a face stays with you. When a model is so beautiful no matter the pose, photographer, brand, look or mood she stands out and makes you love her that little bit more each time you see her.
One such face that does this for me is Frederikke Sofie. Danish, blonde and completely flawless I would shoot this beauty over and over again. She is in equal measure cool, quirky, ethereal, of the moment and timeless. And that hair! I’m having a major girl crush…