My Feral Lady

I’ve never been quite sure how to do “lady”.  By “lady”,  I mean the image prescribed to me by Doris Day films, where head to toe colour schemes, a strict posture and matching hats and gloves all utilised simultaneously to instil fear in the slouchy, mismatched and messy likes of me.  You wonder whether Lazaro Hernandez and Jack… Continue reading My Feral Lady

Life in Squares

Interiors of Charleston I have a few places on my list to day trip whilst August limps by.  High on this list is Charleston in Sussex, the bucolic getaway of the Bloomsbury set in the 1960s, conjured and nurtured by painter Vanessa Bell, sister of Virginia Woolf and kindred spirited artist Duncan Grant.  I doubt… Continue reading Life in Squares

Bucolics at Port Eliot

I’m not personally a fan of nostalgic regressions into the past.  Themed 1950s rockabilly bars with mandatory poodle skirts and busty cardigans?  No thanks.  Insisting that eating wartime rationed diets and rag rolling your hair into victory rolls is far superior to what the 21st century has to offer?  Not for me.   And yet Port Eliot Festival… Continue reading Bucolics at Port Eliot

Couture Lab

This post Cali-funk ends today.  As haute couture in Paris quickly segued into my holiday, I’ve lagged behind a bit on thoughts on the remainder of the week.  I wanted to revisit John Galliano’s second show Artisanal show for Maison Margiela in particular for its all-angles, all-encompassing eclecticism.  Experimental, expressive and even non-sensical in some… Continue reading Couture Lab