Got an eMail from a Fashion PR – Ella Dror and was intrigued more by the PR’s name which may or may take its root from Alan Garners fantastic childrens book Elidor? Found on their site a selection of young designers and took a mooch through them and fell quickly in like with Peiran Gong. A recent RCA graduate she’s boasting a strong silhouette and interesting prints. Esp like the spray seams and mini capes. Capes I think should get more attention and I’m totally tempted to start a Cape brand! Just remembering ice white one Tom Ford dressed Gwyneth Paltrow in for the 2012 Oscars stirs this mans sartorial ardor.
Looking forward to seeing Gongs next outing – she gives great cape!
Check out her work here
Check out Elidor the book here
Or Ella Dror the Fashion PR here
Most people myself included have a pretty much internal view of themselves. We stroll through life not really caring what we look like as long as its an approximation of “fitting in”. Our internal checklist for a day gives our look the same degree of attention as the everything else:
– Get Washed
– Get Dressed
– Get to Work
– Get Lunch
– Get Home
– Get Dinner
– Get Sex
– Get Sleep
Black leggings may be purchased by a girl looking for a specific look and worn till they bag around the bum, knees and have holes in the toes. Cheap jeans sag after the first months wear yet they remain a wardrobe staple for years. The internal compromise we make is not caring if our look is 25% away from where we ideally want it to be. Some may try to defend themselves: I need more time go shopping or I need more money because I can’t afford a new pair of jeans which is fair enough. These are the excuses I use every day…..
This means that most people leave the house looking 75% of where their ideal is. In academic circles 75% is a solid C mark.
There are a few people I’ve come across in life or the media who consistently hit a solid A. These are people with an external view of their lives. The people who’se imaginations place them in the situations they are going to encounter through the day and then dress perfectly according to that situation. Its not about money its about the external view they have of themselves.
These special people look at themselves as part of a complete picture. Their home, work and favourite haunts become places they see themselves – pastiche memoir……. I imagine their checklist to be:
– Wake to birdsong in silk negligee, slip on slippers make way to window and open. Open eyes.
– Breakfast on toast sitting on back garden step with sun on my face and little Fido nuzzling for tit-bits
– The dropped negligee floats to the floor outside the shower. The shower is on cold it invigorates my skin
– Cropped satin dressing gown on and sit at dressing table applying the regime. Listen to answer phone messages.
– Inspect my wardrobe choice for the day and dress. Remember the choices I made over the past few years which bought this whole outfit together.
– Make way to mirror and inspect from every angle. Bend over and stretch high, understand how the outfit works, what it allows and what it constrains. Remember my diary for the day and envirsion myself in those situations.
– Make way to window and close it whilst winking at the world saying “I’m coming to get you”.
– Walk through the park to work meeting up with work friends on the way.
– Work, While taking phone calls stretch and pose regularly through the morning.
– Walk home via the galleries seeing if any new works have arrived
– Undress while walking up the stairs arriving in the bedroom naked. Open the window slowly feeling the breeze wash over body.
– A cold invigorating shower refreshes my skin and mind.
– Dress for the evening, and retire to the kitchen, open the garden door and cook.
– Make love, perhaps to myself.
– Close eyes. Dream of the perfect colour nail varnish to compliment the day next week when you have to visit the your great aunt in the country.
Today I came across Beatrix Ost who is undoubtedly one of these people.
We uncovered the strongest evidence of Time Travel yesterday when we spotted what seemed to be a Blackberry mobile phone on the kitchen table of the house at Waltons mountain. Boy thinks that Dr Who could be responsible.
The snappy heeled clackers over at Vogue.co.uk just flagged up this collaboration between Disney, Harrods and spotted Jenny Packham of my Talented List designed the Tangled dress I took a quick look and was most upset with myself that I mistook the Princess and the Frog dress for the Little Mermaid and could not identify the peach one at all.
Was going to sent Boy off to cricket camp this morning with lunchbox full of the healthiest food in the universe:
1. Peanut Butter, Cheese and Mayo on White Bread. (A sandwich of my teenage years!) 2. A KitKat Chocolate Bar – 2 Fingers 3. A Banana 4. An Orange 5. A packet of Quavers 6. A large bottle of spring water
Then thought better of it and substituted the PB-CM sandwich for a straight Peanut Butter one. Have already eaten the PB-CM washed down with a Diet Coke!
Yum Yum – I can actually feel my arteries clogging!
I thought it was odd a couple of days ago when Mate texted “Could I bring Mango over to you for a couple of weeks?” Thinking friend drunk I gaily replied “Cool always love a Mango!”. Yesterday Mango came. Turns out Mango is a Hampster which I’d inadvertently agreed to look after while Mate and family topped up their tans at some glamorous location.
We’d only been in charge of Mango for 8 hours when he went missing from his cage. HOLY CRAP! Boy had been playing with the furball and left the cage open. “MANGO WHERE ARE YOU” The shout went out. I think our individual responces gave interesting insight into our personalities:
Me: Conducting a room by room search. Moving large items of furniture while thinking about how I break the news to Mates little ones that we’ve lost their little loved one.
Boy: Following me about with Mangos favourite food whispering “Here Mango Mango, Here Mango Mango”
Wife: Getting on with her morning proclaiming as a matter of fact “Well he’s gone now, where are we going to get a new one from? What colour was he?”
Boy however came up trumps. Standing still in the middle of his bedroom listening he detected Mango behind his dressing up chest. This moved revealed the little golden one sitting on top of a discarded chess board with a look on his face which read: “Rumbled“.
Boy promtly rewarded mango with a snack of his favourite food. A stern lecture followed about responsibility followed by my writing of this post as a warning to friends: DON’T TRUST US WITH MANGO!
Last night Boys feMATE Slinkette came for a sleepover. Boy and Slinkette get on so well and the laughs did not stop. They even woke up at 2am to sneak into Nannas bedroom (She was staying the night). She promptly kicked them out. They later rose at 5am to sneak about and spy on the rest of the house. Come 6:10 I had them on the sofa watching a The Legend Guardians Cartoon and I was back to the land of nod.
In amongst all the activities they completed, decorating spoons, building dens and spying its been potion making which was the highlight of the sleepover.: Potion making in the garden lasted two hours and culminated with this potion necklace made from wet wipes, potion filled food bags and a little bit of imagination. The price on Bond Street £1m, the price in the Saachi Gallery £2m the value to me none.
For me the only gross this necklace would achieve would be a grossing out! It was binned as soon as the kiddies backs were turned!