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.
So while everyone is having a meltdown over whether Maria Grazia Chiuri’s Dior couture show was or was not original (Mr Gabbana is having a say) and also ogling Chanel’s latest over-the-top stage (they casually rebuilt the Eiffel tower in the Grand Palais) my eye was caught on the Rodarte sisters’ latest offering. Oh Wow!
I don’t know if it’s because we are in the 23 degree throes of summer or the fact that I have three weddings to attend but the chiffon and ruffles, bows and breathlessly beautiful flower crowns have taken over my daydreams. It’s nothing revolutionary but the detail and love that has clearly gone into each piece makes my heart sing! This is fairyland decadence on an epic scale. All princesses in waiting rejoice…
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!
My sincerest apologies for the break in transmission. The excuse? The heat. I feel that I simply cannot waste an ounce of energy in it. And that includes typing. It’s just too much effort.
So instead I am going to distract you with Gingham. Because it’s well…pretty distracting isn’t it? From cutsy shirred strap tops (completely work inappropriate) to full gigham-licious ensembles, this summer has gone Italian tablecloth mad. I recently bought this easy Zara ensemble which is work appropriate and makes me feel like I should be swaning around a Riviera of some kind (French, Italian, Cornish, I’m not picky).
I believe that London was not built to handle this weather and should just shut down. Surely in terms of health and safety it’s just too hot? Someone recently told me that cattle cannot be transported as the temperature is past safety standards. Well surely the tube counts as a cattle truck? Can we be held on a par with animals? I think so. But until government decides we can all stay at home in our plastic pools or crowd around the lido on Thursday instead of contributing to the economy we will have to make do with other distractions. Hence gingham! This trend is fun, frivolous and feel-good, all the f-words that are describing my current mood…okay maybe not all the f-words….
Enjoy the inspiration x
Feeling inspired? Get on board the gingham train with these fab buys…
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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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