Dress: Pierre Cardin from William Vintage
Shoes: Christian Louboutin
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Dress: Pierre Cardin from William Vintage
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…
I was brought in this season to consult and style for Zeynep Tosun, a very talented young Turkish designer, who I believe has great potential. So much so, that I have blogged about her before and been inspired by last season’s fantastic show. I have been to Istanbul twice this month, thoroughly enjoying the creative process of working with Zeynep and her team on fabrics, moods, designs, then music, silhouettes, running orders and casting.
I felt so confident in how beautiful this collection is, that I wanted to bring in my A Team of Talent, to 360 produce and realise a beautiful show, matching Zeynep’s talent with our’s. Therefore, I brought in the fantastic JN Casting team to cast our models, Ben Bridgewater and Dan Lywood from Playlister to create the music and gorgeous Sarah Reygate to head up the make up team.
Here are some images from our lovely show, hope you like them!
For more images, please click on: http://www.vogue.co.uk/brand/zeynep-tosun
For Zeynep’s PR, please contact: www.hprlondon.com
My Latest Blog For Diane Pernet’s A Shaded View On Fashion: At The V&A’s Club To Catwalk Exhibition Opening.Wednesday, July 10th, 2013
Club To Catwalk At The V&A: Lessons in Posteuring, Posing and Maintaining Glamour Relevance…
I was invited to the press opening of Club To Catwalk this week. If you fancy an hour of digestible street culture history, then I can recommend this exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum.
This is not a dense, intense, cerebral gallery show packed with anything more avant-garde than a well-curated edit of the most relevant designer pieces from yesteryear. For an easy to learn lesson in British club culture: the exchange of ideas between music, art, clubbing and fashion, as well evidence of the St Martins meets Blitz roots of many of our greatest designers, this ticks all the boxes.
To book or for more information, please click here: – http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibitions/exhibition-from-club-to-catwalk-london-fashion-in-the-80s/about-the-exhibition/
I entered the competition on a whim to win a £900 spending spree at my gorgeous local designer emporium in Hampstead, little expecting to win – I mean who ever does win those things??? Well as it transpired, when I switched on my ‘phone after swooning at a sneaky afternoon screening of Baz Luhrmann’s The Great Gatsby, as I read my winner’s email with shocked glee, that I do! My name was plucked out of the bowl; miracles do happen!
I am a stylist. I am a quick stylist. I can edit a look in my head in seconds and scour a rail in a matter of minutes. For clients, for editorials, for celebrities, I am quick. But for myself, somewhat overwhelmed at the kindness of strangers, when let’s face it the fashion industry is filled with sharks with nice teeth, it took me two visits and a quantum amount of time to select my booty loot!
I fell in love with a Sacai cardigan, but after a ‘phone a friend call to Liam my assistant, this was vetoed in favour of maximising my quantity quota. I never normally wear designer jeans, foregoing their charms for cheaper Topshop and Asos options. Given this wasn’t my money, for once I was seduced by the fit, the softness of an Acne grey pair. Cochinechine have one of those mirrors downstairs where you look slim, trim and pretty – the mirror we wish we all had at home.
I also ‘bought’ a pair of Kenzo trousers, which fit like a pair of school boy ones, in that Helmut Lang meets John Lewis school section way – ie my favourite trouser fit. I had deliberated about summer dresses by Carven and floral printed shorts by Mother of Pearl; but after considering the vagaries of our non-existent summer and the knobbliness of my knees, I decided to go for the more covered choice.
The Tila March grey leather handbag was a practical choice, great for meetings and I know will look fantastic with my wardrobe’s many grey and black dresses.
Love this blouse. It feels like Alka Seltzer in silk and I think will work under some dresses, or with a skirt, or indeed with those Kenzo trousers.
I knew Vicky the designer in New York and love that my last piece is by her.
If like me you want to support local, independent shops and boutiques; if like me you want to enjoy great service and really be properly looked after, then I urge you to shop at Cochinechine. It was an amazing gift to be given the gift of £900 to spend there: something which I didn’t feel I deserved and couldn’t quite believe was happening to me. I am lucky as a stylist to be able to go to sample sales and I do have a car boot sale and vintage habit, but this was a precious treat and for that I will always thank them. The staff are all really attentive and sweet. Service is one of my bugbears: I don’t understand why people go to lifeless shopping hellholes and spend their money on lots of rubbish, when they could, for the same amount of money, enjoy one lovely piece per season from somewhere special where the service, the buy, the edit and the attention justify the price.
Thank you team Cochinechine x.