Where is the space for my leather rock band?


I know it’s terrible to be doing the head to toe thingy with one label and whilst I am coveting EVERYTHING that Natalia Brilli is making at the moment (and possibly in the future…she might…sweet jesus…venture into SHOES…).  Whilst I’m wearing her leather bangles, leather beads, carrying a slouchy bag complete with the credit card imprinted wallets in the bag… I might as well go the whole hog and get the rock band as well…

Every season Brilli goes all out covering an object expertly with black leather, last season it was a black leather skateboard but this season she has outdone herself and possibly the extent of her patience, as she covered three skeletons, a drumkit, a guitar, an amp and a mic with black lambskin leather.  Natalia Brilli’s silent rock band took 500 hours of work just to do one skeleton and during Paris Fashion Week, it was playing a silent gig in the windows of Maria Luisa (where I should have snapped some pics at night…).  It now goes onto Miami for Art Basel in December and will then go onto New York, Dusseldorf, Copenhagen, Vienna, Montreal, Hong Kong, Sydney and Singpoare (details here).   

Every piece of the band is available for sale in their limited editions and if only I wasn’t cursed with the apartment the size of a cardboard box and a poorly bank account… oh what YouTube video fun I could have with a leather rock band, iTunes and too much time on my hands….




Pale Warmth


It struck me when I was looking at those crunchy old photos of me that my mother back in the day broke the rule that she imposed on me in my teens when buying warm clothing "Don’t buy things in white/cream – you’ll only get it dirty!" – by wearing her very white and fluffy ski jacket.  There’s something in the brain I’m sure that makes people turn to darker colours in colder climates.  Today was the first day that I felt a proper London city CHILL, yet I opted for something that didn’t look all that practical at all… Pringle cashmere jumper, Tao peach wooly shorts, vintage tie dye tee, nude over the knee crochet socks over grey tights and Forever 21 heeled brogues, Topshop pale satin swing jacket, vintage knitted white shawl and a cream wooly beanie.  It’s as if pale colours in the cold might attract grime, city fumes and god knows what else because it felt like I was the only one dressed in this pastel palette that is best shunted to warmer weather… and the mothership’s words were ringing in my head as I headed home huddled up in peaches and cream…