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…
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Today I’m ordering an extra large unicorn macci-whatever from Starbucks. Why? Because I’m sick of adulting.
It’s been a strange week. Yesterday I had an ugly meeting. A meeting where I left feeling quite judged and unsure of myself. This doesn’t usually happen as I’m quite level-headed about work but yesterday really upset me. So much so that I had an emotional doughnut afterwards (not something that happens EVER). I then proceeded to vent to some of my loved ones but don’t feel much better after either. So today I had an emotional Cadbury’s creme egg. What is happening to me!
I’m sulking. I’m sulking like an emotional teenager. And I feel like I have a right to. Adulting is actually really hard. We are expected to have everything ‘together’. You leave school or university and the world expects you to get a job, know how to cook, work out life admin like bills and insurance, find a partner and look perfect on Instagram while doing all of this. And then to top things off humans have added another layer of complexity – social norms.
We are expected to navigate a galaxy of socially awkward situations, email etiquette, cold calling (whoever thought that was a good idea had clearly never had a human to human interaction in their life), client – supplier inequality, horrible bosses, catty co-workers and constant feelings of inadequacy. All of these are then further heightened when you work in a creative industry. Everyone has an opinion – today that model is a good idea, tomorrow we have moved on. Today you seem to know what you are talking about, next week not so much.
It’s hard to fit in and stand out at the same time. And this doesn’t seem to change no matter your level of experience. Reassuringly I have now managed to survive my 20’s relatively unscathed. I feel a certain level of confidence in my abilities and most of the time I talk the talk and walk the walk. So when someone comes along and dumps on my parade most of the time I just shrug it off as their problem, their insecurities or the old ‘it wasn’t meant to be’ belief.
But every now and again my world gets shattered. This is one of those days. I know it will pass, tomorrow I will wake up and eye roll the memory of that meeting. But today, just for today I’m booking out. I’m throwing up my arms and ordering an extra large unicorn macci-whatever from Starbucks. I’m not responding to emails within 10 minutes. And I’m most certainly not smiling blandly at anyone who walks past just to be polite. Because today the trials and tribulations of being a teenager sound like a dream compared to living life as an adult. I’m a casualty and so I’m booking out.
If you would like to join me check out this beautiful Teen Spirit story in the latest Teen Vogue. Someone get me some sequins and plop me in the back of a pick up truck. Life would surely be much easier…
I am not interested in wool or leggings or knitwear.
Celine have just dropped their pre fall collection. Giselle features in Lowe’s fall campaign. STOP! Just STOP right now! I am ignoring Autumn (otherwise known as Fall in a very small but apparently significant part of the world). Summer has finally just peeked through London skies and now you want me to think burgundy and wool. I am NOT interested. And unless you live in the Southern Hemisphere you shouldn’t be either. Apologies to readers from South Africa or Australia or anywhere else south of the Equator. This is going to be a celebration of sunshine. Enjoy it…
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& Other Stories has me reaching for my SPF even though the sun’s not shining.
Hello Monday! I trust everyone had a lovely weekend? Did you enjoy the sunshine if you got some? Apparently London was awash with vitamin D. Sadly I wouldn’t know because I was in the Lake District being rained on for 4 days straight. Such a lovely part of the world – just so green and lush and romantic. Think white washed cottages and fields of fluffy sheep. Magical rolling hills, quirky little towns and cosy pubs. But on second glance you realise why it’s so green – it rains non-stop. No not just a spot of drizzle and mist here and there. Solid sheets of rain. So much so that those cute fluffy sheep look a little suicidal. They just want some sunshine. But this weekend they did not get it. And neither did I. So when I saw the latest holiday edit from & Other Stories I nearly cried with longing. Take me away! Where you ask? Anywhere! As long as you can guarantee sunshine I am on board. If not I will just dream of swimsuits and St Tropez…
Here are my favourite pieces with some editorial and blogger inspiration alongside them to get you into the vaycay spirit…
Shop the full & Other Stories vaycay collection here >
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