Posts Tagged ‘Mum’

Fade to Grey: I Don’t Think So Young Man!..

Wednesday, October 5th, 2011

My Mother and Baby Last Week at My Allotment.

Browsing the Nowness website last week, I chanced upon the blog and work of New Yorker Ari Seth Cohen.  He has spent the past few years photographing, partying and celebrating those more foxy than silver, more Iris Apfel than shrinking violet; more likely to dye their hair violet than give up their love of sartorial charm and swagger.  Given I have been raised by my own hot rocker mother, a woman whose mantra is ‘darling never give up’, and whose pilates-flexed limbs mean like her mind she is forever young, I too celebrate all that is wise, yet fun, fabulous, yet proud of the lessons learnt by these charming stylistas.

Most of whom are a generation+ older than my mother, yet never forget that more is more and a dash of lipstick, a pair of red trousers or a quirky felt fedora add colour, passion and texture to everyone’s day.  I like the feeling that the best is yet to come and we can all still have fun and play with fashion: sometimes we are told it all stops at 30, taking a look at these portraits and knowing my mother and the woman she is yet to become, I can only say, ‘oh really?’

Iris Apfel: 80+ and still upholding the more is more mantra.

We have Mary Portas revitalising the high street and Channel 4 with her new shop (and the tv programme Mary Queen of Shops tie-in) for the 40+ woman at House of Fraser, proudly defying women to be in their power and purchase what really works for them.  At the Paris Fashion Week shows this week, it really struck me as I gazed covetously at the Chloe catwalk, that these were the kind of clothes I would love to wear, without worrying something or too much was hanging out, while yet feeling I was in the room with enough of a fabulous quota for me to feel stylish enough that I could hold my head a little higher, my shoulders a little straighter: as I do when I feel good…

Kinga walking the Chloe Catwalk SS12

‘Young woman you’re going to be an old woman some day; don’t worry about it, don’t sweat it, everything adds character’…  Ari Seth Cohen’s book is due out next Spring.  Amazon are already offering advance order reservations: and who said past 50 women are invisible?..

She's Amazing: I styled this lady for Sunday Times Style in emeralds and YSL: over 80, she had been modelling for 60 years and somehow was the most beautiful woman in the room.



Going through my own archive I found this shot from a story for Sunday Times Style with Kim Andreolli.  Bedecked in emeralds and YSL, this mother of all models, who had been in the game for more than a lifetime, said that her daily dose of yoga kept her young, flexible and alert.  I celebrate both her beauty and the hope that with a little yogic discipline we all can aim to reach so high for so long…

Happy Mother’s Day: AKA An Ode To Maternal Love xxx.

Saturday, April 2nd, 2011

The Look of Love: Istanbul with the parentals.

With less than a month to go until I officially enter the secret, though now unlocked, room marked motherhood, I have veered between excitement and terror: excitement at meeting this kicking belly of a baby; terror at the responsibility and possibility I might be a rubbish mother.  Then I look at this photo, taken by chance in an Istanbul restaurant and I feel warm inside, seeing how much love I have always enjoyed.  Mum looks so beautiful; Dad is working a look, I am crashed out at the dinner table, as was my wont when I felt the need for a disco nap.  When I see this, all the confusion of trying to do the right thing: should I ape Gina Ford, or copy Gowri Motha fades into the hormonal happy haze of late pregnancy as I cross my fingers, hope for the best and appreciate how much love I see in that snatched moment: this I see means more than regimes…  Happy Mother’s Day!  They really are amazing.

My sparkly wedding: the only wedding ever for Diane to commission a piece about for ‘A Shaded View on Fashion’!?! Please read more here…

Monday, September 28th, 2009


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one sunny day in suffolk (29th August 2009), i married my true love Jeremy in front of beloved friends and family.

i didn’t wear white, i wore a gorgeous creation by Roksanda, we were married twice: a civil, then buddhist blessing, we had butterflies and bunting everywhere, girls wore wings to be an honorary bridesmaid and the sun shone down on our love and collective smiles.
on our way from the civil wedding to the buddhist blessing under the tree festooned with evil eyes and handmade origami birds.

i wore a gorgeous dress by Roksanda Ilinicic, with a veil by hat maestro Stephen Jones and shoes by my mentor Christian Lacroix; Jeremy wore a suit and shirt by Kilgour, with a tie and handkerchief by Lanvin – work!!!!  Kenna did my hair, while the beauty Sarah Reygate worked make up magic on my face.


Saying our vows under the protection of the evil eye and dove tree.



Martin Aylward from the buddhist retreat centre Moulin des Chaves in France came to lead the blessing.

Marital smiles!


My two gorgeous bridesmaids Zoe and Anna wearing their fabulous Abilu hair pieces, designed (under my art direction!) perfectly for my beauties, Anna Trevelyan (of Dazed and Confused glory) wearing Bora Aksu, posies by Wild at Heart.



Alexia Somerville, Cynthia Lawrence-John and Karen Binns.


Entering the Tudor barn for the civil ceremony with my Babacim, being smiled at my the lovely Merryn Leslie.


Cheers and smiles for singer-songwriter Sukie Smith, who caught the bouquet.



mini fairyland fashionistas


admiring my beautiful ring – my great grandma’s customised by the gorgeous Vicki at Erickson Beamon.


The fete where we played in pink (hairdresser Kenna, Anna Trevelyan and I with singers Lauren Wilce and Sukie Smith) under perfect Constable cloud formation sunshine.

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Pretty pastel fairy cakes and floral fabulosity.

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The London Gypsy orchestra play traditional Turkish ‘halay’ music, accompanied by the chef on vocals from my cousin’s restaurant in Whitechapel Maedah (this is when things got geniusly random!), belly dancer Catherine Mobley dances with my father, while James Jeanette of shop ‘Jeanette’s’ dances the halay (handkerchief) dance, led by my father.  Anna channels her inner Super Fairyness, Nova Dando and Margot Bowman get down to the grooves of debuting super dj, Deejay Cheez aka Claudia Solti, with groupie Zoe Kennedy, over from Oz to shine her headphones.

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take a chance on love and who knows what magic might await you in wonderland!

Tamara Cincik.

Pearly King and Queen in attendance at 1948 Hoxton street party

Wednesday, August 27th, 2008

Carnival has a certain pump and grind charm, but for me the street party last weekend was the Hoxton 1948 street party last Sunday.  Evoking the last time London saw the Olympics, the Pearly King and Queen of Tower Hamlets were there in all their regalia, while girls with 1940’s swept up hairdos and swing dance maestros took to the harlequin dance floor to show off their moves.

Mum had a fruit punch and gave me the inside low-down on the various dance techniques (her and my Nana were Enfield’s jazz dance trophy winners in the 1960’s.  One couple were dancing differently from the swing style others with their floral print dresses and correspondent shoes, this couple were older and more swirly: ‘that’s trad jazz darling, like we used to dance at Wood Green jazz club’…  I was enchanted and wished that techno and raving had given me these memories to smile back at over a rum punch special.