On Thursday night, when there were many a fancy shindig going on – cocktail parties, dinners, Christmas light events – I chose to go to… the LM Barry recycling centre at Britannia Mill in Canning Town.  It’s where the contents of most of London’s clothes banks end up. – receiving an average of between 170-200 tonnes of textiles, clothing and shoes every week.  It’s hard to visualise that amount of clothing until you’re there – and we only glimpsed at a teensy tiny part of the recycling centre as there seemed to be endless rows of bundled up bales of clothing.

I was there because of a campaign called Love Your Clothes, set up by the non-profit organisation WRAP, backed by government funding.  Love Your Clothes aims to raise awareness of the value of clothes to help make the most of the clothes we already have.  It’s a message that is oft repeated and re-iterated as we’re told that we should swap, alter or upcycle our clothes.  But are they methods that are being employed enough?  Clearly not as we looked around this vast recycling mill.  Just to reel off some stats according to Love Your Clothes… £140 million worth of used clothing ends up in landfill each year.  That’s 30% of the total clothing we get rid of which means that we’re throwing away clothes in our normal bins without even thinking of taking it to charity shops, selling them on or yes, just simply tipping them into a nearby clothes recycling bank.  I get guilt pangs just taking my less interesting stash of unwanted clothes to charity shops and recycling banks (as most of you know I sell most of my nicer things at yard sales – I hope to have another one next summer).  What possesses people to chuck clothes into their real bins?!

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London




The LM Barry recycling centre does a great job of finding a use for the bulk of the clothing that passes through the hands of their sorters.  80% is exported for reuse, mostly to third world countries.  10% that isn’t fit for reuse is cut into wiping cloths and 5% is sent to me made into flocking, felting and insulation materials, leaving 5% of waste.

That said, as we were invited to rummage through the bins and style up outfits out of other people’s trash, it still begs the question why it is that relatively new clothing is chucked away at all, even if it is going to a trusted recycling centre (and as I said, there are plenty of clothes that DON’T end up in a place like LM Barry).  Love Your Clothes was using this opportunity to encourage all of us to think about extending the life of our clothes.  Another stat – by wearing something nine months more than we do (average life of a piece of clothing is about 2 years and 3 months), we could reduce the carbon, water and waste footprint by around 20-30% each.  We can do this by washing our clothes at lower temperatures, using alterations and of course buying quality in the first place so that we’re less inclined to let it go so easily.

As we looked through the vast array of clothing received by the site in just one day, it comes as no surprise that the clothing label that popped up most frequently was Primark, followed closely by H&M (or its Divided range), but I was also surprised to see items like a brand new puffer jacket from Uniqlo  and a good quality jumpers by Ralph Lauren pop up, as well as beautiful old textiles that someone could charge at a premium in a vintage shop.  Our task for the evening was to come up with creative outfits judged by upcyling stylist Emma Slade of Back of the Wardrobe, who incidentally was assisted by knitwear whiz Katie Jones.  Barley Massey of upcycling studio Fabrications was on hand to alter things.




For people like Emma and Katie, who are natural treasure hunters, LM Barry’s bins were a joy to rifle through.  For others, you could sense the trepidation.  However, other than the odd underwear nasty, most of the clothing was perfectly clean.  So we all got stuck in, almost climbing into the bins to see what we could find.  Some people bee-lined for the vintage furs and chunky aran knits.  Some people were looking for specific categories like kente cloth and old saris.  I was looking for oddities and making semblance of outfits.

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

The final outfits were akin to any you’d see on a mannequin in a vintage store, aided by the personal style that people bought to the task.  One person approached like an art project and covered themselves in layers and layers of contrasting fabrics.  Another looked at current trends and worked them in, as seen in the skater-esque skeleton t-shirt under a 90s polka dot dress.  I particularly loved the way one girl took something as random as a pair of checked chef’s trousers and managed to style them up.


Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London


Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

I gathered up a big pile of clothing and began to assemble some outfits ranging from baggy classics to multi-ethnic mixed prints.

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, London

When in doubt take many unremarkable layers and pile them all together and hope that it all works out in the end… excepting the pink knicker bockers of course.  They came home with me as everyone was allowed to take something away.

Fashion Salvage event by loveyourclothes.org.ukLMB textile recycling warehouse, Canning Town, LondonPhotography by James McCauley

If a small gang of us can create more-than-decent outfits out of other people’s old toot in one evening, then there’s definitely a second life in the bulk of the clothes that we deem discardable.

When I talk up new labels, the sad truth of it is that a lot of it is not affordable or accessible for many readers.  I accept that and move on and try and concentrate on the artistry of it all because that’s what interests me, and then hope that somewhere down the line, something that is affordable but also interesting design-wise will come along and grab at everyone’s heart and purse strings.  You’re going to be hearing the name Finery a lot over the next coming months for several reasons.  

Business of Fashion ran a piece last week about its business backing credentials.  It’s a new London based brand, financed by Global Fashion Group, that seeks to plug the gap in the middle between the high street and the mid-market.  Founder/CEO Nickyl Raithatha says it’s for “women who had grown out of the high street and were looking for a considered outfit with a focus on quality, but without that significant jump in price we’ve been seeing in mid-market brands.”  The real story is Finery’s super fine creative team though.  I call them the goddesses or doyennes of the British high street.  You have Caren Downie, previously fashion director at ASOS and buying director at Topshop, who is Finery’s brand director.  You’ve got Emma Farrow, who left her job as design director at Topshop, to be Finery’s head of design.  You also have Rachel Morgan, who left her job at ASOS as womenswear buyer to be Finery’s head of buying.  That’s quite a power trio.

Emma and Rachel all spoke frequently about “love” and “feeling the product again” when they spoke of their decision to come onboard, with Caren helming this Finery ship.  They talked about ASOS and Topshop being such giant machines that as designers and buyers, they had become far removed from actually touching and designing the clothes and seeing suppliers.  For Rachel, the switch of scale is a completely new experience: “The Finery is very edited and every piece has a reason to be there.  We’re all so used to doing “More More More” so it’s quite refreshing.”   And so with carte blanche from Finery’s backers, the trio began the design process by looking at their own wardrobes, thinking about pieces that women really need and want.  No, it’s not a capsule wardrobe or everyday basics.  We’ve heard those phrases bandied about too often.  Instead, a beautifully embroidered emerald dress is in the collection because it was inspired by Emma’s own vintage Victorian version.  Same goes for a thin bonded leather coat, inspired by Caren’s green suede one that is on its last legs.  They say that Finery has a distinctly “London” or “British” feel to it, which translates into exuberant prints, embroidered pieces and a warmer aesthetic in comparison to say their direct competitors COS or & Other Stories’ Scandi vibes.  “It’s slightly more quirky, feminine and conscious of flattering more figures,” says Caren.

In their brand book, the pepper their brand values with words like “pride”, “authenticity” and “integrity” – not things you’d necessarily associate with a middling high street brand, even at that £40-£250 price bracket.  However Finery, although backed with impressive financial credentials, is still essentially a start-up.  They can aim to maintain those values because as an initial team of 25 people, they can control things like supply chains, selecting carefully their suppliers and ensuring that quality is not sacrificed in the manufacturing process.  Twenty percent of the collection is made in the UK and all of the embroidery pieces are done in India.  When somebody asked on my Instagram, what exactly were their social responsibility ethics were, Finery were quick to reply with “We assure you that we’ve hand-picked suppliers that have good ethical standards and our customers should feel confident our products have been sourced responsibly.”  These are concerns that need to be addressed when you create a brand for women that are supposedly growing out of the high street.  

The quality is fully tangible.  At a preview event this week at the Royal Academy of Arts, the pieces and in particular the leathers and the embroidered pieces had heft to them.  The prints looked rich.  The brogues looked sturdy.  The bags are well-made.  There was polish in abundance without it being too cold or stark.  The same goes for their website which will be Finery’s flagship.  Nope, no bricks and mortar stores planned although it will be sold through international wholesale partners in Russia and Australia, which is one reason why they can achieve such great quality at relatively affordable prices because of the volume in orders.  The website will be shipping to the UK, USA and Canada when it officially launches in February.

Currently, a group of friends, family and curious journos like myself can preview the website and buy from it so that Finery can work out any glitches before its proper launch in February.  The current collection is sort of like resort and then in Feb, there’ll be a brand new spring summer 2015 collection.  A five minute browse on the site and you can immediately see it’s a different beast from other e-commerce sites.  The images are HUUGE and atmospheric, giving the customer both an inspirational and a realistic view of what the product looks like.  Without a physical store, Finery will really need to sway their customer online.  “Being born online influences how we do things.  Constant evolution.  Continual refinement.  Forward thinking.”  Or so the brand book tells me.

For me, Caren, Rachel and Emma have hit the sartorial nail on the head.  They’ve tapped into a gap that isn’t going to be filled with needless clothes but ones that people will wear and love.  To be dressed in finery need not come at a prohibitive price and Finery addresses that.  The proof is in the wearing of course.  Like I said, you’ll be hearing more soon enough.  This is just the very beginning.



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I apologise if a) this is all old news to those that have been to Marrakech and b) if it all reads like a hackneyed travelogue stereotype.  I can only write it how I see it and the truth is… I’ve come back genuinely extolling the sort of cliches that a city like Marrakech inspires.  To me, the city was “magical”, “mystical” and “mysterious”…  any other words beginning with M that fit the bill?  Those words are fully warranted.    A rudimentary Google search on Marrakech though is enough to convince any vague aesthete of its virtues – the saturated colours, the pride in craft and and its inherent ties with design evident in almost every nook and cranny of their buildings and interiors.  Why it’s taken so long for me to visit a city that is drenched in colour and print is probably down to my own laziness.  I therefore have to thank my sister Louisa, who happens to be the art director of Black Tomato, the boutique travel agency which arranged this trip.  A three day trip to Marrakech blind would not have been half as enjoyable as the well researched one that we enjoyed.

I hope you’ll allow me to go a bit “lifestyle” and a bit “travel” on you.  It’s my opportunity to indulge in a bit of Trip Advisor-esque critique minus the tedious comments on cleanliness.  But in case you’re wondering if this is a little bit tenuous, a quick scroll through the pics might convince you of Marrakech’s mystique (oh look, another one…) and connection to style.


We arrived into town and were immediately picked up by the wonderful staff of Riad Farnatchi, on the edge of the souks and in the heart of the Medina.  Or should I say hosts.  It was my first riad experience and I’m now loathe to go back to conventional hotels as you are welcomed in as though it was somebody’s private home (which they were, designed to create privacy and protection).  Any one of the nine suites at Riad Farnatchi is a treat with private balconies or roof terraces attached to the lavishly decorated rooms.  I have no other Riad experience to compare with but the Farnatchi is pretty hard to beat in my mind – every little detail from the nightly canapés, the fruit arrangement at breakfast and the thorough hammam experience was well thought out.  I especially liked the personal tidbits in the information guides, written by the owner James himself.  Nothing felt standardised or systematic.  Had it been hotter (rain and 15 to 22 degree temperatures didn’t dent my experience), i probably would have wiled away hours on the rooftop or in the lush courtyard pool.





IMG_0668Joe enjoying brekkie on his private balcony

IMG_0694Morning Marrakech!



We got a bit carried away with our complimentary fez hats and djellaba robes.  Breakfasts and baths are way more fun when you’ve got a Fez hat on.


IMG_0103Steve working a Craig Green and fez combo…


We then went over to The Fellah, twenty minutes south of Marrakech to have lunch and to get a tour around what would definitely be my alternative choice of accommodation if I wanted to be away from the bustle of the Medina (a combo of an in-town Riad and something like The Fellah would make sense to me if I came back for a longer trip).  It’s a cool, slightly “hipsterfied” retreat-driven counterpart to the authentic and traditional Riad, with plenty of Insta-friendly interior details.  It’s not all about surface though as the community, eco and cultural exchange aspects are quite impressive You can brew tea, train in a boxing ring or milk a goat with a local Berber villager.  You can also learn about Arab literature or see an artist in residence at its cultural centre Dar Al-Ma’mûn.  Or else, just enjoy the poolside view overlooking the Atlas mountains.  

IMG_0634Louisa, Joe and I buddying up at the Fellah



IMG_0036   141121_Joseph_Piper_Marrakech_Portraits_IMG_9811Photograph by Joseph Piper




IMG_0616Wearing Kemissara ruffled top, vintage slip dress, Monki leggings, Salvatore Ferragamo shoes, Jerome Dreyfuss bag

Thanks to my super duper organised sister, the next day, we headed out for a day trip to the foot of the Atlas Mountains in the Imlil Valley passing through several Berber villages backgrounded by the surreal sight of snow-covered Toubkal (the highest mountain in the Atlas mountains), next to autumnal leaves and lush greenery.  Another “Awesome, Immense, Dose of Nature!” ticked off the bucket list.

En route we stopped off at a female cooperative producing argan oil and like the good tourists that we were, bought a needless amount of the stuff (both for eating and cosmetic use) as souvenirs.




141122_Style_Bubble_Joseph_Piper_Marrakech_IMG_0721Photograph by Joseph Piper – Me and my super sis Louisa


Guided by Noureddine, we got an insight into Berber village culture and also got a lot of inquisitive.  In manner of Sue Perkins in the Mekong, it does feel a bit odd to be trekking through a village with inquisitive kids and cats scampering about everywhere, as though it could be intrusive.  Noureddine assured us though that the reliance on tourism in Morocco means we are welcome by the villagers so long as we don’t point our cameras at them.







Instead we pointed them at the imposing and mighty Toubkal… and my *ahem* interesting choice of hiking gear.  Yes you can trek with three different prints on…


IMG_0879   141122_Joseph_Piper_Marrakech_Portraits_IMG_0876Photograph by Joseph Piper 

IMG_0915Wearing scarf from Bali, Fancy Shit paisley jacket, Nike hoodie, Romance was Born t-shirt and trousers, Nike Flyknits, Ally Capellino rucksack, Miu Miu sunglasses

Around the corner from our Riad, is Medersa Ben Youssef, the former Islamic college built in the 14th century, which is just as impressive up close as it is from afar.  We managed to catch the famous courtyard, surrounded by marble and stucco carvings and rich geometric tiles, with nobody in it but the cleaner.  I love that you get these moments of real tranquility shielded by high walls and adorned by courtyard pools, that contrast with the madness of the souks beyond.








Another place of far-removed tranquility is of course the Jardin Majorelle, which I talked up yesterday.  It’s hard to convey in pictures, the incredibly intense saturation levels of the “Majorelle” blue of the Villa Oasis, contrasted with bright yellow accents.  As we approached the building, I believe we did do a collective squeal.





141123_Joseph_Piper_Marrakech_Portraits_IMG_1210Wearing vintage Celine cardigan, Low Classic dress, Nike Gyakusou leggings, Christopher Kane sandals, Jerome Dreyfuss bag

Another note about the Boutique Majorelle, where I purchased the Yves Saint Laurent “Love” inspired leather slippers: it’s really not just another gift shop.  The selection of caftans, blankets, slippers, jewellery and other ornamental gifts are sympathetic to the Jardin’s connection with Saint Laurent, as exemplified by the orange and pink satin kaftan and turban combo below as well as to traditional Moroccan craftsmanship.






Just across the road 33 rue Majorelle, Marrakech’s first and (only?) concept store, there’s more evidence of a new generation of designers wanting to place Moroccan craft into a contemporary context.  I loved the pieces like a Berber wrap skirt by Bakchic, designed by Moroccan fashion blogger Sofia El Arabi and the dyed leather bags by Fez-based label Mouhib.



Back in the Medina, Norya Ayron is updating traditional kaftans and aybayas in a range of modern fabrics at her Pop-Up Shop at the restaurant Le Jardin.


I’ve left the best and the most “relevant” until last.  Souks galore of course!  I was actually setting myself up for a disappointing browsing experience as having been to the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul, I was pretty much disillusioned by all the tourist tat and vaguely sexist/racist yelling.  The souk sellers in the Medina do try and lure you in but it’s less hardcore than their Turkish counterparts, unless you stop and make eye contact and enter into a bartering position.  And the actual products on sale – away from the main drags running off the main square Jemaa el-Fnaa – is definitely worthy of your attention (and your dirhams!).  Without even buying anything it’s worth spending many an hour walking around, connecting up colour and pattern seen in every shop and its merchandise.




IMG_0106Breakfast fruit plate at Riad Farnatchi

IMG_0051Tiles at Cafe de France – the spot to grab a terrace view of Jemaa el-Fnaa


IMG_1374Woodworker making traditional handles 


IMG_1369Bric a brac shop in the souk



IMG_1365Marble solitaire anyone?



IMG_1357Silk thread shop – the seller tried to convince me that I needed all of these colourful spools of thread in my life.  I almost believed him.


We had walked two minutes into souk on Sunday and we were immediately told by an overly enthusiastic guy that they were dyeing the silk and wool and after ducking in and out of several alley ways, we found ourselves in the dyers’ souk where natural pigments and spools of yarn are processed in a large vat.  The owners of the accompanying scarf stall were trying to lure us into buying something, wrapping Steve up in Yves Klein blue but in the end, once we said it was a firm no, they did let us go without any aggression.










Staying in the Riad Farnatchi, we were lucky enough to be a stone’s throw away from many a craftsman.  It’s a world that exists not just for tourists but as a nod to local traditions – there’s a weaver, a tannery, a lamp welder (no candlestick maker…).  It’s not craft for craft’s sake but a concrete way of making a living here.  And I’ve never been in a city where practically every street has a seamstress/tailor working for local trade.


IMG_1291Weaver and scarves at Bennouna Faissal


IMG_0019Courtyard of a tannery – the stench of the bird poop to make the skins supple is truly heinous…



I was expecting the hard sell to be harder and so in the end, was pleasantly surprised.  Save for the food sellers on Jemaa el-Fnaa, who seem to think us Brits would be sold in with a spot of Cockney slang and bad impressions of Jamie Oliver, the people in the souks were quite helpful and eager to talk about their wares once you got past the initial cat calls of “Konichiwa”.  If I had more time, I might have gotten carried away with the shopping but on our first souk experience, we came away with a few wooden cooking utensils, some spices that we needed in the pantry anyway, a vintage tile and my primary target of purchase – two boucherouite rugs. 

Yes, they flood every savvy interiors blog and yes, they’ve been “on-trend” for a while.  I always felt they’ve been sold at inflated prices on eBay, Easy and interior shops so I thought it was better to go to the source (well at least the same country) to buy them.  Once you’ve seen these rugs, made out of fabric scraps, in the humble homes of Berber villages and on the backs of donkeys and mules used as saddle covers, it’s hard to see them as a bijoux interior item priced at a trend-led premium.  That said, it was a joy to see so many to choose from in every carpet shop.  No two are the same which just meant I ended up in a rug quandary everywhere I went, frustrating both the sellers and my travel gang.  In the end I chose two small ones that would fit my tiddly bedrooms and paid a price that didn’t insult the seller and in my mind, was well worth the trip to Marrakech.

141123_Style_Bubble_Joseph_Piper_Marrakech_IMG_1435This particular rug was pretty expensive but the dense weaving of a huge variety of rags warrants it… except I’d probably prfer to wear it as a skirt rather than have it on my floor…




141123_Style_Bubble_Joseph_Piper_Marrakech_IMG_1464Photographs of carpet sellers by Joseph Piper



IMG_0024Marrakech – a cat lover’s paradise.  Kitty kitty kitties everywhere…

I know I say this after every travel post that I’ll be back.  I’m keeping my promise with Marrakech and other parts of Morocco will be on the agenda soon enough…

Experience Morocco with Black Tomato





>> The title of the post is how the imaginary postcard would have gone if I had gotten my wish to stay on… and on… and on… It will surprise nobody that I’ve returned from my too short first-time trip to Marrakech in Morocco longing to go back.  The natural oohs and aaahs that the intensely vibrant yesteryear city incites are fully warranted.  I’ve just had to wait a while to experience it.  Despite my tardiness to the joys of Marrakech, I’ll still be rounding up my three day stay, with much thanks to Black Tomato Travel, with a hefty post once I’ve sorted through the bajillion of pics we took.

05_STOLEN_MOMENTS_Yves_Saint_Laurent-4Yves Saint Laurent in Marrakech in 1969

For now, I’m keeping it short and sweet.  Let’s kick it off with “Love”, the theme of Yves Saint Laurent’s greeting cards, which he would create out of collage every year to send to close friends and clients to ring in a new year.  Their designs are on displayed at the Galerie Love Saint Laurent within the beautiful Jardin Majorelle, which Saint Laurent and Pierre Bergé rescued in 1980 and used as his Marrakech bolthole.  It felt like a pilgrimage of sorts, visiting the beautifully landscaped gardens on Rue Yves Saint Laurent, a tranquil world away from the dusty bustle of the Medina, where Saint Laurent’s ashes were scattered when he died in 2008.  Except instead of feeling sombre like you would at a grave, it was celebratory of Saint Laurent’s love of this garden, carefully restored, cultivated and maintained by Berge and Saint Laurent, and of his overall love of this mysterious city, where he felt the creative freedom to dive into an extremely colourful oeuvre in the 1970s, furiously sketched out in felt tips, and fuelled by his tight knit circle of muses wafting around.

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The exuberant and often witty graphics that Saint Laurent designed as greetings cards, exploding with colour and fun, moments of frivolity captured in his turbulent emotional life.  The beautiful merchandise in the Boutique Majorelle (no normal souvenir shop) – took inspiration from the cards and so it is I came home with a pair of embroidered leather slippers, spelling out LOVE, the only emotion I was ever going to feel for this city.