How this woman, Lyn Paolo (an Emmy winning Brit btw)…
made Scandal‘s Olivia Pope a style icon…
Olivia Pope: the chicest (fictional) working woman..so far
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Yohji….and a fragrance
Interviewing one of my heroes, Mr Yamamoto. After Mrs Prada and Mr Lagerfeld, he has the best sense of humour…
pic is courtesy of Paolo Roversi
The multi- talented, world record breaking Anna Hu
Here’s my piece on talented cellist turned musician Anna Hu – she set a world record at Christies when she sold her Orpheus ring at Christies in Hong Kong earlier this year………
btw.. here’s something I never thought I’d publish on my blog; pics of You Know Who, wearing Anna to the Met Ball..
Fashion Victim (not…)
Bowie is back and beards never went away…
Catch Up…
When your gran calls to tell you that she hasn’t ‘had a blog from you in a while dear’, then you know you have been truly slack. And so, for my gran (and anyone else who is interested) here’s a smattering of my recent pieces, including: how to dress like you know who…
Why fashion photography is the new collectible.…
Photographer：Tim Walker Vogue-UK-July-2005-LilyTake (Photo credit: ciaochanchou)
The fabulous and truly unique Donna Karan
And…. a piece on Christopher Bailey‘s new ‘shop’ for one of my favourite mags, Architectural Digest
Namaste gran…xx
Smasual….
my column in today’s WSJ: The holy grail of SmartCasual or smasual….
as evidenced by……The Kennedys – then
and….then..
and inevitably.. The French..
Ines courtesy of her book Parisian Chic
of course, men do it better than women…. (see Ryan Gosling)
and they always have….see Pablo Picasso – the master..
Namaste x
Just another (hot) day in New York City….
I’ll bet he does yoga…..
In the summer when the temperature reaches 90 degrees plus, New York City comes into its own.. as a place of unbearable, unremitting humidity, delicious insanity and occasionally and somewhat incongruously, a haven of pastoral serenity…..
Fishing and Mac’n’cheese in Central Park…
abandoned easel and paints….
Melting Statue of Liberty….
Even the all time greats sometimes can’t make it here… Le Caprice RIP..
Barneys new vast shoe emporium…very cool in more ways than one..
Macaron stop at airconditioned Laduree.… on Madison
is 45rpm the coolest store in Manhattan/on the planet…? I think it might be…..
JD Salinger‘s The Catcher In The Rye...on sale at The Strand bookshop on 5th at 61st, the book with the chilliest Central Park references….remember how Holden‘s hair begins to freeze at the duck pond?
If you didn’t know, you wouldn’t know this was Central Park – right?-
To find this tiny and very beautiful lake take the entrance at around 60th and Central Park South and head west along the bottom of the park…..
The last two weeks….
Not blog apathy but life atrophy… – I knew things were bad when a friend of mine @katemuir said to me whilst we were running ‘I haven’t seen you around on twitter lately’ – which is the modern day equivalent of saying ‘you don’t seem to be getting out much’.
So, here’s where I’ve been in the last two weeks (discounting a couple of visits to the local ER -see life atrophy)…
Chelsea Flower show.. the cool old boys – aka The Chelsea Pensioners and the L’Occitane garden
ever wondered what the judges at Chelsea looked like… i have.. see below….
Eccentricity abounds…
well, it is Britain…
home of the well informed (tipped off) paparazzi – here they are outside my house- not for me (obv) but for some other poor female trying to push her baby on a swing in my garden square.. Nice.
I suppose you could accuse me of the same for taking a pic of these cute waiters at the Orlebar Brown party… but I mean, how could you not…?
here’s Julietta Dexter at the Orlebar party making Versace look very good… note the yoga body..
here’s the Orlebar Brown pop up truck. Genius idea. Watch out for it…
how great are these flowers done by a guest for a wedding at my local in Primrose Hill?..aaahh…x
on that note to finish….
lovely lanterns and the moon over Primrose Hill…
Why Euro males are not sexy, ballgowns, fake Chanel and personal trainer shame
Maybe it’s just me, but there’s a certain sort of Uber Euro Male I find deeply irritating. I wrote about ‘him’ today in my WSJ column………
Earlier in the week I went to the opening of the Ballgown exhibit at the V&A. If you want to know what I really thought about that you’ll need to read my column next Friday. But in the meantime, the very good bits were the projections onto the domed ceiling of the newly refurbished wing…
meanwhile… I don’t approve of Fakes but sometimes… they are ingenious. Here’s my friend Frances’s brilliant Chanel…. well actually its her daughter Eliza’s. Eliza found it at a vintage store in NYC apparently
and finally. Isn’t it time the term ‘trainer shame’ was introduced? By which I mean if you need to pay money to someone to put your through your paces over some sort of preposterous assault course in a public park in view of the whole world; you might need to think about getting a new life, or a new trainer or alternatively, just find some place private for your ritual humiliation….
