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Fashion & Film

So, its another dark, dreary day, here in Newcastle and as I sat searching through our TV guide, found absolutely nothing remotely *VOGUE* to stick on.  So I began to search what fashion-y documentaries and films there are out there!

Never at the front of HMV or the top row of latest releases but buried to the back of some sci-fi obsessed workers documentary corner, lies a world of *VOGUE* I never knew existed; did you?

From Bill Cunningham: New York to Valentino: The Last Emperor, it seems I have a lot of catching up to do…so credit card in hand, I’ve bought the lot and have began my fashion film discovery.

One by one, as I go from Cunningham’s teeny, tiny apartment in New York, learning about his life as a street photopgrapher and columnist, or hearing about Haute Counture in Notebook On Cities & Clothes, I promise to tell you ALL about it!  The good bits, the shocking bits and the OMG bits.  You never know…I might even learn something!

 

 

 

January Blues

So Christmas is over for another year, the days are dark, the sky is a continuously awful shade of grey and the only way you can leave your house is to wrap up to the hilt…anyone else have a bad case of the January blues?!

Thought so!  But do not despair…make a list like I have, of the most gorgeous spring essentials and start adding them to your wardrobe each month!  Before you know it, you and your closet will be sunny, even if the good old British weather isn’t! Hurrah!

Tibi Silk Crepe Top

Repetto Ballet Pumps

Marc By Marc Jacobs Heart Shaped Ear Phones

Proenza Schouler Shoulder Bag

Etoile Isabel Marant Quilted Jacket

Red Valentino Floral Dress

Karl Sabine Sequined Shorts

 
And this gorgeous dress is just for dreaming about!!  ;-)

Elie Saab 2012 Spring Collection

 

 

 

Team Ginge!

Hello, hello, hello!

It’s been a while since I wrote on my little bit of the world wide web, so I thought i’d update you all on my life changing decision of late…

(*drumroll please*)

I am ‘now’a fully legit member of the ginger brigade!!!  And it doesnt stop there…I also have a fringe too!  (gasp!)

I know, I know…people do this every day, blah blah blah!  But for me, this is HUGE!  I’m the girl (remember those that know me) who sits in the hairdressing chair, whincing at the sight of a pair of scissors, who had long blonde hair in the same style from the age of 16, and had it not been for the absolute ‘push’ from the elder (boss) sibling – would ‘never’ have done this!

I was, I must keep telling myself, born with this colour and therefore was quite possible always going to suit it.  But that doesnt mean to say I havent got the odd fright as my refelction gave me a Nicola Roberts look-a-like each time I just let the colour of my locks slip to the back of my mind. :-/

So there it is.  You all know.  Now I just need to work out what to do with all my pink, orange, rust and mustard colour dresses…and more importantly…get filling it with some new ones! ;-)

But while I am on the subject, I thought I’d share with you a few of my favourite red-heads!  Enjoy!

 Jayma Mays

 Kirtsen Dunst

 Lily Cole

 Vivienne Westwood

 Nicola Roberts

 Julia Roberts

 

 

You Gotta Roll With It!

As a huge fan of the bun last season, I was a little worried that a/w ’11 would be quite a chore if designers forgot to give me a little wearable hair. But, just as show pony’s and heads full of hair clips began to get me down, out rocked the Roll. Smooth, sleek and undeniably fashion, thank you Luca Luca – I’ve found my winter hair!

(Luca Luca, New York, a/w’11)

I am however, slightly concerned that my doughnut will be made redundant. So instead of laying my old friend in the draw, I’ve decided to invest in another and give this Topshop Unique snumber a go! Complete with black satin ribbons and Dalmatian spot coat! x

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Starry Eyed

A little eyeliner, A LOT of mascara and two or three of these.  Dolce & Gabbana eyes, here I come!

How Many, Is Too Many?

On a recent count-up of my over flowing shoes in my caving wardrobe, I had to ask myself, “How many, is too many?”

With over fifty-four pairs of going out/skyscraper heeled shoes all still in their original boxes, I decided that should I take them out of the box, the poor shelf that some of them were sitting on, may bounce back. So I set about, removing them from their ‘safe-place’ and began placing them back where they belong. It was however, just as I placed the twenty-something pair of black beauties back on display that I began to wonder how long it was since I had worn them and if at all, they would be worn again?

My love affair began with shoes when I was little girl, but their selling point was confirmed on a shopping trip with my mother for holiday clothes at sixteen. My legs had got longer, my hips definitely rounder, but my feet? My feet, had remained exactly the same. From then on, I saw them as an investment and soon realised that should I pick a pair that would always make my feet and legs look good, they would always be in fashion to me.

Ten years later, I still have a few pairs from my teenage years but seem to have acquired a few more. Fifty four pairs of heeled beauties adorn my wardrobe. But each pair have a purpose. Some make my legs look longer, some make my feet look smaller and some, are just works of art.

To me, shoes are inspiring and each one is a Van Gogh or a Picasso in the making. I keep each pair, believing that one day, I shall do them justice and take them for a night on the town. The truth is, I do think fifty four pairs is a little steep but it took his good self to tell me that until I have a clear out, I am not allowed to buy ANY more!

Of course, I defended myself and said that he was ridiculous and that every girl has lots of shoes, but if I’m honest, (and I’d never tell him) I think he’s right! Those shoes deserve to be worn. Keeping them in my wardrobe to open and admire each day is sacrilege. So I began laying them out on the floor… as a process of elimination. Some got to be walked up and down in, like some sort of catwalk show to the other shoes. Or to remind me how good they felt to wear. But by the last walk, some were placed in a pile of possible dismissal.

It took me four hours to sort them in to piles of keep and weep and I boxed up the unlucky for my sister. Placing them in the dining room I went back to my wardrobe to put the successful beauties away. Feeling ever so proud of myself that I had made the cut, I text himself to tell him of of my progress. But he laughed, reminding me that he had only the few pairs of shoes that he actually wore. But despite his not-saying so, I could tell he was impressed.

My sister came for dinner the next night and I stood with my glass of wine in the kitchen listening to the shreaks of excitement coming from the dining room as I told her to take what she liked. Jeans rolled up, socks on the floor, she paraded up and down on the kitchen tiles, her foot size changing from shoe to shoe as I declared what size the shoe actually was (she’s a 4 – I’m a 5/6, although she’d never admit it, for fear the shoes would be donated elsewhere!) It was great to see the excitement of someone else over the foot jewels I have carefully looked after since the day they were bought. I have to admit, it felt good. Not only because I have made my sister very happy, but because now there is room for new shoes!

And so I concluded, as long as you wear each pair or at least have the intention, they fit in the wardrobe or on top of it and you never declare or count up how many you own, a girl can never have too many shoes!

Get Your Wardrobe Ready For Spring

With Christmas and New Year now a whole year away it seems we have a few months of dreary weather and wrapping up ahead of us. But if like me, the thought of spring fills you with excitement, then why not start shopping for it? As I logged in to my emails today with a slightly deflated feeling that we all have at this time of year, it made my day to have more than a few newsletters from shops and designers who are now advertising their Spring lines.

For me, it was H&M and Topshop from the high street that excited me the most, with floral dresses and denim shirts in fresh spring colours. It would have been criminal not to place an order. So I did, and a shirt, knit top and a pair of denim cut offs are currently on their way.

But just as much of my excitement comes from sorting through last years summer clothes… hidden gems and forgotten loves. So this weekend, I’m pulling it all out and having a look through what I have. I remember doing this last year and although my boy told me that it was simply to early to fill the wardrobe (edging on to his small area too) with summer dresses and floaty tops – I PROMISE you, it felt like summer came a whole lot quicker!

This year I have promised his good self that I will add only a few new pieces to my summer wardrobe, which without, I could possibly die. So this year my wish list read’s as follows… a new tan bag (Mulberry?) to match my gorgeous wedges, heels and sandals I ALREADY (see I’m being practical) have from last year. A white Topshop skirt that I saw in Vogue with tight chiffon pleats (gorgeous!), something fluro orange – preferably a skirt, a Katherine Hamnett slogan t-shirt and last but certainly not least, a pair of aviator’s! Short and sweet but certain to get me through those sun-shiny months. And this way… I will not be taking up any more wardrobe space as the bag can sit on the floor, the sunglasses in my car and the two skirts…well I can hide them in amongst his things, surely?

Our wardrobe situation you see is that of a sticky subject…I am somewhat of a hoarder and in recent years have accumulated quite a lot of clothes. Which in his defense, have not been worn in quite some time. But that doesn’t mean that I’m ready to give them a new home! I get very attached to clothes, and have had my fingers burned by my hasty decisions in the past. I once decided to have a massive clear-out and bagged up at least ten bags of ‘love’ for charity but by accident… a dress that I absolutely adored was mixed up and gave away. When I realised and went to buy it back, it had gone. So from that day on, the only clothes that leave this house… are sent to my sisters… and then when she is done with them I get them back and she operates in exactly the same way!

Problem is though, we’re not ruled by how good things look…but remember the fabulous night we had in them. Hence the fact that clothes which are way over their sell-by-date are still hanging in one of our wardrobes! We once found one of the mothers eighties jackets and decided to try it on and take Polaroids of the ‘amazing’ jacket paired with different (past their sell by date) pieces. Inevitably, that jacket can’t go in the charity bag because “Aww that’s Mam’s jacket!”

So my decision to go minimal in buying this year…is one of practicality and at least then I can rest assured that the furthest they will ever have to go…is my sisters wardrobe! Oh sue me. I just LOVE clothes.

The Diary Of A Fashion Addict

As a little girl I would sit for hours, writing a daily account of my somewhat unworthy diary entry, but with writing… I could bring it to life. Often making it sound like I was part of the Secret Seven! Building dens in big trees near our house and making picnics for a walk only a short mile away but it filled the days and my diary, effortlessly. And as brothers began stealing Gameboys and sisters started to move out… my voice had only one outlet-my diary.

Ten years since my last entry I pledge to write again, not on here of course, but maybe a little snippet here and there. I know my entries may have changed a little since then but one aspect that will always be discussed is fashion. I find that since a little girl I have counselled myself with clothes. If it was a bad day… I’d wear the brightest skirt and top in my wardrobe accessorise with none other than my pink Dame Edna Everage glasses and go. Then later… I’d write it all down in my diary… from the funny looks in Asda to the encouragement from my mother who would always, and I mean always, encourage me to pick-out my own clothes (sometimes even from my sisters, when she was out!)

And with an older sister whose wardrobe was (and still is) like an Aladdin’s Cave of designer labels and vintage accessories, I hold her solely responsible for my love affair with clothes. In her early twenties she became my style queen and to this day still has a wardrobe just for coats. (I once helped her to fix one of the rails that no longer could withstand the weight and with my own eyes, counted at least thirty-three!) At eleven, her wardrobe guaranteed that I went to my first school party in a Prada Skirt and Versace Blouse. And from that… where do you go…Max Mara…Donna Karen…?

On the run up to a party we would spend nights dressing me up in her designer dresses, back combing my hair and dancing around the bedroom to Pink Floyd and DJ of the moment, Jeremy Healy! But those were the days and those are the memories I can now read in my diary. So from today, I pledge to take it up again, if only just a snippet each day, I will write the fundamentals from people I’ve met to the clothes I’ve worn. If Bridget Jones can do it, so can I! Ill let you know how it goes.

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Vivienne Westwood

Red hair frames the distinguished face of a designer that has been in the business for over 40 years. Dame Vivienne Westwood is a legend.

She was described by John Fairchild, editor of Women’s Wear Daily, in 1989 as a ‘twinkling star, from which all fashion hangs by a golden thread’.

Her latest crusade to save the rainforest shows her love of nature and preserving beauty. She takes this philosophy through to her designs and asks her fans and followers to buy investment pieces and to go against the throwaway fashion era.

Strong views and opinions have always put her in the media spotlight, but Vivienne didn’t always have her own label, she was once a teacher, setting the rules in the classroom and has yet to stop in the fashion world.

“A good teacher is someone who fires people by their enthusiasms,” she once said. And this idea has never left her, as she now holds the post of Professor of Fashion at the Berliner Hochschule der Kunstestill (Berlin University of the Arts).

Highly regarded in such an outspoken and picky world, Westwood always created innovative designs, which others would admire and aspire to recreate.

“Vivienne Westwood stands for individuality and British eccentricity,” said Angela Long, history of fashion lecturer. “Her clothes are very well cut. I like the eccentric draping she does and her deconstructed skirts with bits pulled up and tags that attack the conventional. It’s fantastic”

Inspired by Christian Dior’s new look, launched just after the war in 1947, Westwood always remembered seeing a woman passing by wearing the latest collection. “This woman was walking from Tintwistle past our house down to Hollingsworth. I remember my mum saying, ‘She’s got the New Look on, come and have a look’. She thought it was horrible, with this long coat down to her ankles,” she said.

Vivienne Isabel Swire was born in Glossop, Derbyshire on 8 April 1941 but it was in 1965 when she met Malcolm McLaren that her future as a fashion designer could be envisaged.

McLaren was fascinated by clothes and used them to portray what he was thinking and feeling. “It’s the thing that makes my heart beat,” he once said.

Westwood and McLaren were the perfect working partnership and without them we may not have seen the outrageous punk designs in their first store, Let It Rock. Opening in 1971 on King’s Road, in London’s Chelsea District it was renamed twice before being closed down in 1974. The store was then refurbished and reappeared as the rebranded SEX boutique. At this time SEX was the only boutique of its kind in the world.

It offered those who liked to step outside the norm to wear clothes that set them apart from the rest. Black and striped t-shirts with rips, zips and cuts in them were the staples of the collection and those that wore them, wore them with pride.

“There will always be a place in fashion for a designer who breaks boundaries like Westwood. I am not sure whether what she designed was to do with youthful rebellion or simply jumping on the bandwagon but either way, it worked,” insists Angela Long.

Her collections today are still as magnificent, growing in stature and presence with every design. From Let It Rock to Anglomania, her brand and technique has got even more intense and so has her following.

“Vivienne has often looked back in history in order to move forward. Attending history museums she would recreate old fashion patterns, often Victorian but certainly very English,” explains Angela Long.

But her latest crusade to Save The Rainforest is something she is extremely passionate about despite her career in fashion and uses every opportunity to tell people how important climate change is. Her A/W show at London Fashion Week left people slightly puzzled as she came on to the catwalk and asked people not to buy too many clothes. Surely a designer would encourage people to buy a new collection? But Westwood knows that her clothes need no advertisement they sell themselves and so to her, it was the perfect opportunity to promote her latest venture.

With a love for the world we live in and a determination to achieve what she wants in life, there is no holding her back. Those that work for her have spoke in the past of her enthusiastic work ethic and encouragement but also of her softness and her likeability. It is this that makes her so special.

The British fashion Council says: “Dame Vivienne Westwood is an asset to British fashion. Her designs often resemble art rather than clothes but that is what makes her so alluring. From one collection to another she manages not only to come up with something new but also to set the standard to which other designers hope to reach. She is and always will be respected for her contribution to fashion.”

The golden thread that Fairchild spoke of is what she wraps around her work, and all her work turns to gold. With many collections still to come, there is no doubt she will continue to shock but more importantly, inspire.

The Power of Fashion

Fashion is sacred. A religion for which if you install your faith you will find a sense of security.

For years women have relied upon clothes as a security blanket for an awkward situation or to exude confidence when they feel most vulnerable.

With nothing quite like a suit or a pair of killer heels to make you feel good, fashion is something we can reply upon when we are having a bad day.

Put on a power suit with a poufy shoulder and become Victoria Beckham, the style icon or Melanie Griffiths from the 80s film ‘Working Girl’. It really is that easy.

Women like the idea of transformation; it excites and transports us to another dimension where what we want to be is at hand, in the form of a dress with volume, rather than a full mind and body makeover.

Style blogger, Gill Hart believes (and we agree with her) that: “You are never too old to create your own sense of personal style. Just by adding one single wow piece you can make a difference to both your outer look and your inner confidence.”

Fashion is a tool of the brain you see; we use it to better our mood, just like chocolate it sends endorphins to the brain. Whether you’re going out for lunch with the girls, a job interview or simply wanting to look good for work, women are using the re-invention of well structured clothes and shoes to make them feel powerful.

So come on girls, take some of your favourite pieces from your wardrobe, team them with some high heels and wow pieces to see the transformation for yourselves, not only in your look but in your confidence too.

We all know that when we look good, we feel good but now we know that when we feel good we are powerful!