Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Posies of Paper Flowers

The best thing about blogging, for me, is coming across pictures, words, photos, clothes, illustrations, descriptions that make me go 'oooh' with a queer little ache of happiness that someone, somewhere thought/felt/made/created/did something special.

Artist KT Small describes her illustrations as:

"girls who dance from the pages of dusty books to gather their melancholy thoughts, lost lovers that took flight upon feathered wing, paper pets..." 

 Ooooooh.




And I think of Anne, and Jo, and Norah, and Emily and Georgiana and Marie-Antoinette and all the starry-eyed girls from my favourite books that have lived and dreamed for me, and that I find glimpses of in the rivers and woods and autumn leaves, and in stubborn qualities like courage and humour and determination, and in words like quaint and funny and awkward and romantic.  And I lovelovelove this artist. On her blog, here, you can see this merging of drawings and clothes and photos and books and whimsy that storyboard the spirit of ideas and fancy and imagination and dreaming that can be found in the fold of a dress, the dreaming of eyes, the slump of posture, the trick of a field full of flowers.

Make sure to read an interview with KT here with the lovely Rebecca from The Clothes Horse, who I think is also one such a girl who dances.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Sweet Carey







How adorable is Carey Mulligan, featured here in October's Vogue? I think this shoot is just amazing. She looks like Scarlett O'Hara. If Scarlett knew how to be endearing and fresh, and a lot less of a minx, that is. I love the detail of the hat against these flower like explosions of gowns (umm second to last photo? Sigh, it looks like  what living inside the inside of flower must feel). I've been having a good stalk of Carey, because I'm itching to cut my hair again, and she is one of my favourite shorties.
photos via JustJared

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

TommyTon//LFW2010

London Fashion Week 2010
Tommy Ton for Style.com

Last Days of Summer

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Well London is starting to get a bit cooler, but I daren't complain about the cold ever, because I know it's only going to get so so so much worse. Which is why I grabbed this last chance to wear a singlet top...will probably not happen again for a while!
London adventures are continuing: I still job hunt in vain. Seriously if anyone would like to employ me, please do. In the meantime, I'm working in a great little cafe and spending all my money on my Oyster card. Enjoying pub lunches in Richmond, staring at the Thames as it flows by in the soft autumn light. Over-using the word quaint for all sorts of things - bridges over fern-shadowed rivers, antique stores, picket fences and community gardens. Living London Fashion Week through Twitter. Missing home, especially special September birthdays. Reading Sylvia Plath's The Belljar for the first time and feeling like I've been given a gift.
Watching Bright Star. Again and again.
Listening to The Hampdens.

Jeans: Zara
Singlet: Zara
Bangle: Vintage
Shoes: Aldo

Monday, September 20, 2010

Sunday, September 19, 2010

YSL - Selfridges

JakandJil
This one's for you, tomosushi.
xx

Saturday, September 18, 2010

FairyVamp

Anna Sui 2011
How amazing is this? Inky, fluid, disconnected, shiny. If a fairy could do vampy, this would be it.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Brun,Vert,Rose




I think I'm going to move riiiiight away from my bizarre bubble-gum pink and candy-green summer craze, and head right on over to khaki town. Love these new colours from Chanel - Khaki Brun, Khaki Vert, and Khaki Rose. I wonder though, if on my own sorely chipped nails, it would look kinda sludge like. But I don't care, it's muted colour for all the minimalism desires I have. I can't get enough of caramels and beige. 

Pere Lachaise

Wandering around a graveyard doesn't seem like a touristy thing to do, but Pere Lachaise is one of the most visited graveyards in the world. It's an amazing place to take photos, and wander around the white dusty paths that characterise Paris, amongst graves and monuments that are hundreds of years old.

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And then there are flowers strewn along a grassy patch, as a general memorial to death. I thought it was so beautiful.
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This is Oscar Wilde's grave. It's been absolutely mauled with graffiti, and it's not pretty graffiti either. Sad.
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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Lily Donaldson at the Chanel Soho opening. Want a perfect pair of denim shorts like this. Slightly higher-waisted, but not too much, and cuffed and frayed. Something you can tuck an oversized, slightly sheer white tee into. I've never managed to buy a proper pair of ripped denim shorts, they seemed too easy to DIY, except for the not insignificant factor of my laziness. 

Shakespeare&Company

Be warned. There are a plethora of photos in this post, because for me bookshops are my cathedrals. And the Shakespeare&Company Bookstore in Paris is the Basilica of bookstores. It has spindly chairs and tables outside, where writers (you can take up a residency there) sit and be all-writerly as tourists stream past to buy cheap Eiffel Tower trinkets around the Latin Quarter. Notre Dame sits just over the Seine, sitting impassively as it endures its own hordes of snap-happy bus-brigades.
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So I sat for a bit. Next to a basket of lavender. And scribbled away.
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And took photos of my bag, because it was the exact shade of the lavender.
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And marveled at my new love for double denim.
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Inside, books move along in alphabetical order, though they are interspersed haphazardly with piles of recommended authors and leaflets and flyers for readings. There are real life ladders that slide along for you to climb up to reach the books on the top shelves.
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Upstairs, the piles of books split like firecrackers into haphazard piles of old, new, shiny and frayed.
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There are typewriters tucked into corners, waiting to be tiptapped upon.
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There are chairs placed to capture the light, from a window that stares onto Notre Dame.
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Chairs with cosy red cushions (just begging for a tabby cat) wait for you to sit and while away a few hours.
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Which is exactly what I did.
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