Posts Tagged ‘homespun glamour’

Announcing ‘The Duke’s Emporium': my new mini shop.

Wednesday, July 9th, 2014

The Duke's Emporium.

I have always enjoyed going to Battler’s Green, close to Radlett and Elstree, to escape from London quickly (I can drive it in 20 minutes; it is even quicker by train) and stand somewhere I can look out to pastures, animals and enjoy the peace; but also some great shopping!
From the Farm Shop, to Fired Earth, I always find something to buy; but it is when I hit the beautiful vintage store ‘The Hertfordshire Craft Collective’, that I always find something to treasure. There are mini shops selling well curated pieces: from deco crockery, to industrial furniture; from beautiful ballgowns, to books and bakelite, through to knitting circle accoutrements and kitchenalia, as well as so much more.
Having finally accepted that whatever I buy is not the last thing I shall ever purchase and that I might really enjoy the circle of selling some things to make space for new (to me) treats, I have set up a mini shop, named in honour of my son Dukey: ‘The Duke’s Emporium’. There you can find some of my 1930’s hand embroidered tablecloths, some vintage children’s furniture, clothes, games and books, as well as a Bill Gibb skirt, beautiful crockery, Kate Bush and Elvis Presley treasures and so much more.
I feel that this is the start of ‘The Duke’s Emporium': watch this space – but I have a feeling this is something I shall love, nurture and develop, as a lovely sideline sidekick to my styling career.
At the ‘Hertfordshire Craft Collective’, Suzanne and Jason always meet customers, with a warm smile and helpful kindness: with proper, fantastic one-on-one boutique customer service, so I really do hope you get a chance to go there and enjoy the space and possibly even buy something from ‘The Duke’s Emporium’, before it all sells out!

The Duke’s Emporium

Sophie Ellis-Bextor – Beautiful in Blue at the Glamour Awards, in a Mishka Vintage sourced dress. Altered into a new classic.

Wednesday, June 4th, 2014

Sophie Ellis-Bextor on the Glamour Awards Red Carpet 2014 in Mishka Vintage - altered beauty dress.

I have long loved this 1960’s blue brocade dress at Mishka, and wondered why no-one else has snapped it up. When I took Sophie there for a shopping fest, post-lunch date last week, I was therefore delighted that she saw it’s beauty too.
She had it shortened, with it’s straps removed by a local tailor, I think it looks heavenly and hope that you like it too…
I wish more people realised that a lovely piece of clothing with potential can be easily altered into something remarkable by a local tailor. My tailor Chris is a legend, often fixing clothes for me, Kentish Town locals and the cast of West End musicals with brilliant skill. But that’s another post in the making!..

Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore! My review for A Shaded View On Fashion.

Sunday, November 24th, 2013

Isabella Blow: Fashion Galore Somerset House 20th November – 2nd March 2014 text and photos by Tamara Cincik

Dear Shaded Viewers,

Interning at Vogue is a rite of passage for a fledgling fashion editor – if they are lucky.

I interned at Vogue, a 3 month stint, when I came back to London, from a several months post-university hippy haze in India.

At the time, my look was more vintage party, than pret a porter Paris: wearing 1930’s ballgowns with Adidas trainers, a velvet turban and a bindi on my forehead, was my go-to uniform for the fashion room.

There I watched, learned and took in what it meant to be from Vogue and in vogue.

Izzy Blow was Fashion Features Editor, we sat next to each other: her with her rolodex, I remember lots of numbers written in red pen (is that a real or imagined memory? is this how memories become myths in the making?), me bagging up returns; her with her daily visits from Detmar and his sister, or Alexander McQueen, who was fresh out of college and still living at his mother’s, me with my dockets and biro.

Between calls (we prepped computer-free), we would have conversations about diverse subjects: from Medieval jewellery to Sir John Soane, whose London house she deemed ‘sexy’, as well as the merits, or not, of having babies and our families.

I knew that her family had had wealth and yet she didn’t have much, I knew she missed her family house and her father. I saw how much she helped so many people, with a passionate vehemence, like a classical patron, a latter-day Medici.

Designers Julien Macdonald, Alexander McQueen, Owen Gaster, Philip Treacy, or models, Stella Tennant, Iris Palmer, Honor Fraser, Liberty Ross, and Sophie Dahl, all started their careers with her support. She cared so much that they were nurtured, supported and encouraged, making connections, push, push, pushing those she believed in, onto her pages at Vogue, Sunday Times Style or Tatler.

Or onto the catwalk, where if she believed in a designer, she would be sitting front row, clapping and twitching excitedly with her support.

Perhaps she would be seated there with a lobster on her head, or a ship, perhaps with red lipstick on her teeth, perhaps an overload of fur, or Manolos with heels scrapped by bus rides.

In the days before the knowing cartoons looks of the bloggerati, I always enjoyed watching Izzy. Sometimes, I felt too shy to join the circus, which surrounded her at fashion shows; sometimes I was right there with her. And each time I was, I was welcomed with a charming clever conversation: be it about clothes, lovers or art.

The last time I saw Isabella, was at an afterparty for the gallery Detmar owned with my friend Pablo De La Barra. Pablo insisted I came to the Blow’s Eaton Square flat. I had come from a yoga class, wearing grey dyed KTZ leggings. Izzy was in a long white gown, about to go onto a party with Bryan Ferry. No one raised an eyebrow at either. The flat was brimming with people, art, clothes and ideas.

This is how I would like to remember Isabella: a social hostess, unjudgmental, elegant and in her element, spinning a web where threads of art, fashion, music wove seamlessly into happy memories.

I had been worried that the exhibition would not show her kindness, her charm, her self-deprecating lack of personal ambition when promoting those she believed in, her ability to overspend in pursuit of an amazing shot, or dress. But it did.

I did worry that a collection of clothes, without a sense of the woman who wore them, might feel empty. But it didn’t.

The charm, the themes of family, of England, of heritage and loss were all there, with each room a triumph.

I would recommend this exhibition to anyone who knew her, as well as those, such as the young man in the amazing triangle hat, I encountered there today who didn’t. Acolytes for whom her name is like that of a Hollywood legend, an inspiration for them to believe in the extraordinary.

Tamara Cincik.

This Is How The Styling For Today’s Shoot For Rika Magazine Feels To Me…

Wednesday, December 12th, 2012

More Is More Matryoshka...

SS13’s Musings on a Muse.

Thursday, September 20th, 2012

My Muse Style Inspiration: Anne Boleyn in the 70's Film Version With a Rather Lovely French Hood

My muse is not your run of the mill inspiratrice: not a 90’s pop star, Kate Middleton, or even Cleopatra, but the 16th Century queen who tore apart the heart of her king, the religion of her nation.  Bewitching and beguiling, inspiring great poets, such as Thomas Wyatt, to swathes of courtiers, who pledged chevalier-style fealty, reenacting their ideals of courtly love: some tragically as it transpired, to death.   More well-travelled than her peers: raised in Burgundy and France, when she arrived at the English court, her European trained eye brought wit, style and panache with powerful consequences.  Glamour in the true sense of the word, replete with the added acerbic edge of magic, mystery and fear.  There are multiple reasons why she is my muse: my bookshelves lined with biographies and historical tomes to further my Tudor education’s ‘Tudorials’.  However one way I can show my sartorial appreciation is in the wearing of French Hood-inspired headgear, which I have done for many months.

Me and My Baby at Hampton Court Palace for a 'Tudorial', Headdress by Jennifer Behr, Photo by Tara Subkoff

Asked before the shows, whether purple was the new black (well done for AW12, but this is SS13), my stylist’s gut reaction to the collective consciousness which is the shows, replied that I felt head dresses will be at the vanguard of any trends.  Framing the face, they add definition, without being complicated, glamour without being overdone, easy.  Style is powerful, it relates who we are and how we see ourselves.  Some see it as facile, however the language of sartorialism is a language well learnt.  From Anne Boleyn in her black velvets, pearl lined French Hoods and fur trims, to her daughter Elizabeth 1st who created an iconography of ‘Gloriana’ style, with rich robes, whitened skin and high clean forehead.  Clothes create a language of visible identity, power and prowess: something seen in recent history in people as diverse as Margaret Thatcher, Lady Gaga and even Gwyneth Paltrow in her wardrobe of body-hugging whites.

Anne Boleyn by Hans Holbein


Celebrating After The Bernard Chandran Show With His Fabulous Stylist, Karen Binns.

So far, half way through the caravan cavalcade of international shows, yes we have seen a lot of 90’s inspired trends, a number of Balenciaga references, but, yes, one theme I have seen both on the heads of guests over London Fashion Week, as well as in the shows, are some very beautiful pieces of head attire.

Perspex French Hood at Simone Rocha.

Crafty Knitted Crowns at Bora Aksu

Vivienne Westwood, Red Label with Hat By Stephen Jones.

My lady, my muse, my queen would be delighted – I know I am – as I order my new piece for the next season, thrilled at the vast array of choice.  Style not fashion being my mantra, I do take pleasure in seeing my taste gathering appreciation and pace…


I return from holidaying in Ibiza with a choochie rockstar: I went with a cutie baby…

Tuesday, August 14th, 2012

Mamamamamamamamama's Boy!

What a difference 3 weeks makes!  This boy is one determined bundle of cuddles.

Lovely Local London Diva – Paloma Faith.

Monday, July 16th, 2012

Paloma Faith shot by Roger Deckker for US ELLE, wearing Antonio Berardi.

I had the pleasure and the honour to work with the delicious and delightful Paloma Faith recently for US ELLE.

I hope I get a chance to share the other shots soon, as I swooned at the glory of  the Emilia Wickstead ball gown and she looked hot in the maroon velvet bias cut Ralph Lauren evening gown number!

The Perfect Dress.

Wednesday, June 27th, 2012

On the Catwalk: The Dress...

This dress was part of the most beautiful collection for SS12 by Roksanda Ilincic.  I remember being seated next to Diane Pernet and having a vibrant conversation about the plight of the UK bumblebee.  So much so, she asked me to write a piece about it for ASOV, which I did.  The collection was so ridiculously gorgeous that I dreamt one day of being one of these otherworldly women.  Cut to the next summer, when I was all of a sudden proposed to and we decided to get married quickly, for no reason other than it felt right; all systems go, I organised a wedding for 150 people + in the space of six weeks.

An afternoon spent with my mother looking at classic wedding dresses, nothing sprang to mind, then having an epiphany in Browns(!), beside a mainline Roksanda jacket, I spoke to my friend Mandi Lennard her previous pr and within 24 hours was looking at dresses at her atelier.  This immediately I knew was the dress: I loved how the overskirt felt bridal and coy, yet bouncy and unorthodox, while the handmade silk flowers added their own note of romance.

On The Way Into My Wedding

I was so nervous (plus doing a lot of Tracy Anderson!) in that six weeks that my dress was fitted down a size – loved that!  I wore it with a Stephen Jones veil, for which he used the fabric from the skirt and other dashes of glory, with some Christian Lacroix shoes I had from when I styled for him.  For when I felt a chill Shadiye the kindest mentor of a previous client  Mustafa Aslanturk reworked a pink silk velvet long cape I had picked up for a song at Walthamstow car boot sale for a song over a decade before and never felt was quite right unless I went to the opera (which sadly, I hadn’t), into something small, petite and perfect.

With My Father and Best Friend Jessie on the walk into Wingfield Barns.

Speech-time with Jeremy in my lovely dress (without the over-skirt) and reworked cape

Last Thursday evening I had a rare moment of doubt, that possibly my dress was not ‘the’ one.  Looking at a friend’s photos of their white lace ensemble, then tidying a shelf where our photos are, I said to Jeremy, perhaps I should have worn white.  No… he said in that way men speak when they know there is no right answer.  The next day, I had a rare moment of that precious thing called time, between a meeting at Island records and another in Shoreditch.  As there was a bus strike, I thought by chance, let me turn that into a positive, the weather is decent, I know I shall go to The V&A.  It is always lovely to visit: and indeed it was, having a ‘The Ballet Shoes’ meets arts and crafts moment admiring the Kensington architecture, then into the museum.  Imagine my timely surprise when I chanced upon The Ballgowns exhibition, swooped on the catalogue the first image I saw in the book was of ‘my dress’!

The exhibition attendant was so kind, I think bemused by my smiling shock that she let me in for free.  What a pleasure of an exhibition: Bellville Sassoon swinging 60’s zingy creations, couture latter-day glories by Worth, as well as a rolling film show of debutantes and cigar smoking aristocrats sitting through staged shows of elegance in Mayfair.  Upstairs, there she was.  Amongst the contemporary dresses my wedding dress shared the space with feathered glories by Alexander McQueen, printed sheaths by Jonathan Saunders as well as a beauty of a dress by Erdem in blue, yellow and floral.

Upstairs at The Ballgowns Exhibition

Sitting on the bench in front of my dress, it brought be back to my wedding day, forwards to now, as well as realising of course the dress was the right choice.

It was and remains my beautiful dress for a perfect wedding day.

The Dress At The Exhibition

The Wildean Quest For A Handbag

Wednesday, June 27th, 2012

My Vintage Lacroix Beauty.

This week saw me search high and low: from sample sales to department store sales; from ebay to online shops and everywhere I looked were handbags which were just ‘not right’.  Either too boring for words, or too ridiculously OTT, even some that they wouldn’t hold a lipstick, credit card and phone – surely the baseline prerequisite for an evening bag?..

My search began as I am going to the couture shows in Paris for the first time next week and while in that the heat is on moment of anxiety, I felt with all too much certainty, that my happiness lay in the momentary fix of buying a new bag.  Of course I partly jest: of course my happiness lies far more in my baby’s cuddles, or picking raspberries at out allotment.  But…  well there is that certain rush of adrenalin and pleasure which comes from an all time perfect purchase.

Nothing however felt right: unless I wanted to spend huge amounts.  I don’t find pleasure in spending huge amounts.  Fact.  As a stylist, I am lucky enough to be gifted, discounted, or privy to numerous sample sales.  Spending £5000 on a handbag would not make me happy; and might well end in divorce.

On entering the Prada store on Bond Street, I bumped into the lovely Johnny Blue Eyes, there with his assistant Savannah to prep for his client Lana Del Rey.  We spoke of my dilemma and he suggested vintage.  Hmmm, I thought let me see…  Back home I looked online, and chanced upon a shop close to home I had been to once before in The Stables in Camden Market.  The next day, with baby, buggy and 18 year old god daughter Zoe in tow, we went into the subterranean world that now makes up The Stables: Dukey literally cried seeing the techno pumping gateway to hell on our way down, but the people at Vintage Design Paradise ( could not have been nicer.  From dancing with Dukey to ska, to taking the time to talk me through their lovely array of pristine condition bags, several of which I liked: Dukey thought the Pollini the nicest – it’s sheen, always a winner with babies – who love shiny things.  Finally I saw a ‘vintage’ Lacroix and knew this was my bag.  Zoe knew it, I knew it and given it’s love heart handle motif I am sure Dukey knew it (am training his eye: start ‘em young, pray for an architect son…).  I worked for Lacroix as a stylist and have always loved the spirit of the house: with it’s partly awry beauty, this felt like the right fit.   Though there is a rather beautiful more orthodox Gucci classic, which might similarly have my name on it…

She was 14, Go Wild In the Country – Annabella from Bowowow: She was From North London, She Rocked a Punk-Lite Tune, She’s My Inspiration This Weekend…

Sunday, January 29th, 2012


If I was 14 and had had Malcolm Mclaren trying to tell me what to do and I looked this amazing with a flourish of gold eye triangles, I would have been snarling too!

Loving the gold match-matchy tiptop lip line…