Every year, I am thrilled to attend Frieze with my ever lovely friend Pablo. I met Pablo in Mexico City, when I was there working with super talented photographer Mauricio Guillen. Pablo moved to London a year later and came to have possibly my favourite Christmas with Mauricio, Jeremy and our families, was so much fun. I love catching up with Pablo and learning his inner circle knowledge on the art world, while I people and fashion watch. I feel like the world of observation is catching up on me, as now I see so many bloggers and fashion reporters there too, watching the trends on the art world attendees, as much as the art in the stands. Pablo is now working for the Guggenheim: a job, so amazingly important and prolific, that I feel really honoured to be his annual Frieze Fair guest.
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Besides my Soho office: Maison Bertaux, Ozgur forced a grin post rendezvous!
Today I am wearing:
Richard Nicholl grey raincoat
Markus Lupfer floral peplum sweatshirt
Vintage Skirt from Camden Market – I had it altered by my tailor: made shorter and taken in, as well as adding side pockets – I do love a pocket!
Handbag: Tila March
Socks: Jonathan Aston
This is how I wear vintage – in response to Channel 4’s ‘This Old Thing’ and as someone who has worn vintage since it was secondhand from charity shops: I mix it in with current clothes, sourced from sample sales or lucky styling gifts, generally not the high street (but for high street prices), never vintage shoes and always partial to a spot of day wear glitz and sheen! If you take clothes to a tailor something really average can be lifted into something amazing. I bought a pink dress at Chiswick car boot sale recently, seeing potential, I had it transformed by tailoring costing me £10, into a skirt which nods to Roksanda Ilincic in it’s glamour.
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
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!..
Dress: Pierre Cardin from William Vintage
Shoes: Christian Louboutin
Make Up: Sarah Reygate
Hair: Toni and Guy
Production and Casting: JN
Music: Dan Lywood for Playlister
Photographer: Jon Compson at Patricia McMahon
Stylist: Tamara Cincik
Make Up Artist: Celia Burton at CLM
Hair Stylist: Christos Kallaniotis at One Represents
Set Design: Studio Design UK
Casting and Production: JN
Sophie Ellis Bextor is an absolute delight to work with, as well as being a total beauty, she is talented and generous to those who work with her.
Last night, I was invited to the album launch at Bush Hall, an opportunity for a rare date night with Jeremy. I was thrilled when I saw her beaming onto the stage wearing one of the outfits I had sourced for the album shoot: something Sophie had liked so much, that she had decided to buy and keep it.
The crowd were lovely: all seemed so happy to be there, and Sophie couldn’t contain her absolute excitement at sharing her beautiful new work, amazing voice and talented band.
Sophie has a great rapport with her audience and I beamed inside, when she said that everyone working on the project had been her first choice.
Thank you kind Sophie. It’s appreciation like that, which makes styling all the more pleasurable.
When she sang a surprise good bye accompanied by a piano to lead us out of the venue, you could hear how beautiful her voice is. I really felt so lucky to have been a part of the Wanderlust team and was thrilled to hear that already it is in the album top ten, within a day of launching.
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.
Isabella was a woman cut from her own uniquely crafted couture toile. I remember her well and in a time when rentalook-at-me-me-me’s scowl past cobbles to get to the shows at Somerset House, it seems somehow apt that their genuine precursor is given a show there, opening next week.
I have been lucky enough to be invited to the press opening and wonder what she would have thought. I hope she would have loved it…