Marie Claire makes me nostalgic with this 90’s inspired beach shoot…

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.

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image credit: Marie Claire May 2018 Shoot by: Carlijn Jacobs. Styling: Imruh Asha. Hair: Hester Wernert. Makeup: Kathinka Hastert. Models: Mariana Pardinho & Luanna

source: Fashion Editorials

Slow Sundays…

I really struggle to sit still and relax. I’m constantly on the move, planning, scheming, tidying (I tidy a lot, it’s so annoying) and generally faffing. I’ve been brought up to make the most of everyday so the idea of sitting and doing nothing is actually quite hard to deal with. Even now I’m blogging during each of the ad breaks in Sleepless in Seattle because watching TV during the day is ‘frivolous,’ or at least some antiquated voice in my head thinks so. On the one hand this obsession is very helpful because it means I tend to be quite productive, but on the other I can’t switch off. I’m restless…always restless…

Unless I’m on holiday and then I can sit still all day long. On the beach, in an airport or sitting in a cafe in Barcelona watching life happen without me in it. It’s like a switch goes off in my head and I’m happy anywhere doing anything. Or nothing. But I can’t be on holiday for the rest of my life (or at least until I win the lotto) so in the meantime the multi-tasking, tidying and general faffing will continue.

Here are the fruits of today’s insanity… x

image credits: they all hate us / pinterest / vogue

Spring Break

A moody nod to the wishy washy season. Here’s to the start of a beautiful summer.

Once again apologies for the break in transmission. I see that I last wrote in November 2017. That feels like a complete lifetime ago. For starters it was the dead of winter. The beginning of what felt like the apocalypse in London – dark and dreary with no end in sight. But we got through it, albeit with a lot more snow than anticipated (global warming what?) and now we are at the start of what I’m hoping will be a beautiful summer. I don’t want to bore you (or me for that matter) with talk of the weather but it does influence my mood. While most people find Spring to be invigorating and hopeful as it winds its way into summer, I find the odd showers and strange winds can make it forlorn or nostalgic. Like a teenage girl left to her own devices in a big old house while the grown ups are laughing and smoking in the garden. She’s all dressed up with nowhere to go.

There’s something restless about the air – an anticipation and a fear of being left behind but at the same time wanting to start afresh. I guess that’s what change is – fear and excitement rolled into one. And before you know it, the uncertainty and blossoms are over and a bright and confident Summer arrives. As if it was always there and never planned to leave. I hope you like the images…

 

 

image credits: fashionography / british vogue / fashion editorials / vague visages / farfetch /

Miss Peru? Making a feminist statement? I think not.

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Recently I came upon this Vogue post and a slew of other content written about the Miss Peru 2018 pageant. The event made a splash on newsstands because instead of telling the judges, the audience and in essence the world what their measurements were, each beauty contestant listed some terrifying gender violence statistics from their home region. “Bravo!” everyone has said, “What a way to make a statement!”

Now we all know pageants are outdated anti-feminist circuses but apparently they can now be used as a voice for change. Really? Well I would like to take a step back. Let us gently rewind to the part where we find out what normally happens at lovely Miss Peru. The beauty contestants smilingly tell the world their measurements. THEIR MEASUREMENTS! Chest, hips, waist, etc. Are these people serious? How about they tell the world what subjects they took at university? What charity work they do and where you can donate? Maybe discuss how great it is that they can speak 5 languages rather than the importance of their hips in inches?

I do of course realise that there are portions of the pageant where they answer serious questions. Where they demonstrate talent, intelligence, empathy, etc etc. Having met some beauty pageant contestants in my lifetime I can say without a doubt that these are hardworking, clever girls who, having been genetically blessed, are using the system as much as its using them. But in a scary world where Harvey Weinstein episodes are the norm is a beauty pageant really the best way to be getting that attention? Could it maybe be a bit of a marketing ploy on behalf of pageant organisers to re-harness some lost media space?

I guess any platform that makes the world sit up and start talking is a positive one, but then I have to ask – at what cost? We’re still oggling and judging barbie dolls strutting stages in stripper heels and sparkly dresses. Apart from listing statistics, the Miss Peru contestants still showcased their bodies in hideous gold bikinis, gazing into the camera like they wanted to eat it. Real 2017 role models? I think not.

Is that two minutes of talking worth the remaining two hours of plastic smiles and hairspray? Granted in the final round the contestants were asked for their thoughts on the best way to combat femicide and violence against women, sadly not something that received the same amount of attention. I’m not quite sure why…

Are we teaching our girls that we can make statements but still be subjected to the world’s view of how we should look and what we need to measure? Surely there must be a better way? I don’t know what it is – I sincerely wish I had more answers. I suppose asking questions is a step in the right direction?

So again I ask – is this the only way us women can move forward? Oh the irony…

images: they all hate us / pinterest

Moody Saturdays…

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 /

Beam Me Up Gucci

Gucci is the gift that just keeps on giving. One minute you think you are completely over their overpriced bee motif trainers  and ridiculous fur lined loafers, the next they pop up with something completely innovative and smile inducing and you’re back to being inexplicably hooked. It’s so annoying! They are a powerhouse, a squad, a clique. They are the cool kids of the playground who started wearing those tattoo necklaces before anyone else did (and stopped when everyone else started wearing them). And try as you might to resist it, deep down you know that you just want – no NEED – to be a part of it. It’s like Taylor Swift and her squad. On the surface everyone eyerolls her 4th of July parties and squad escapades but deep down they all wished they had thought of matching swimsuits and waterslides.

But I digress. My point is that Gucci is always ahead of the game. I thought they had re-established this with their Pre Fall disco video (see here) but actually they have just gone up a whole other level of out of this world cool.  Taking references from Star Wars, Creature from the Black Lagoon and Forbidden Planet the latest campaign is tongue in cheek while still beautifully shot with that expensively gorgeous, over-the-top styling that only Gucci can do. I mean for goodness sake how do you make aliens look stylish? Damnit they are cool!  Damnit I hate them! Damnit I want it all…

 

 

image and video credits: Dazed

The Danish Girl

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…

 

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White Out

The breeziness that is all white…

I am a huge fan of white. I think it’s seriously underrated. Why wait to get married? Get involved now. White shirts, skirts and head-to-toe breathlessness. So clean, so fresh – so easily stained, but oh so dreamy…

 

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Vogue Paris VAYCAY

I love it when fashion takes off on a little tangent. Like when two girls are frolicking on the beach in tulle skirts and pearls, just happily getting designer clothes wet and sandy all in the name of a mood. Enjoy this dreamy shoot by Cass Bird…J’adore!

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Smells like Teen Spirit (aka I’m sick of adulting)

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…

image credit: anne of carversville