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Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

Jonathan Saunders SS12 - evocative of the trend for dip-dyed hair in the audience.

London Fashion Week when it is good, very very good, can be a frothy fun-filled counterpoint, between the business with a capital B of New York Fashion Week, and uber octane glamore of Milan.  Several seasons ago when LFW was banished to the far corners of Battersea Park, it felt so shabby, so shambolic, so sorry for itself, with most shows looking little better than a pantomime at a village fete.  This week though, LFW has been very very good, with inspiring sun-kissed prints at Jonathan Saunders, wonderfully draped and reconstructed scarf dresses and silhouettes at Michael Van Der Ham, film noir Hitchcock heroines at Marios Schwab.

Jaeger SS12

There were hints of a world where women were ladies and travelled in style with sharp hats, elegant dresses: the world of my favourite screen goddess-lined films: from sharp brimmed hats and Jaeger, to sexy bikins at Holly Fulton.

Michael van Der Ham SS12

Jonathan Saunders SS12

It was almost as though LFW as a coherent collective had created the luxe looks for a woman who, harking back to the time when travel was elegant, when Hollywood stars waved in style from the stairs of a Pan Am aeroplane.  Some were evocative of a 1970s louche glamour and most importantly all would be top of most women’s wardrobe wearbility wishlist.

Michael Van Der Ham SS12 Finale

How to Dress the Bump: Or How This Stylist Styled Her Burgeoning Bump Through London Fashion Week and Beyond…

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Working out wardrobe dilemmas is how I earn my daily bread, nothing sartorial fazes me: not a client with weekly weight shifts, a 14 page shoot to prep, style and turnaround in 24 hours, or even the edit of a half-made collection for a show that week.  Not one for wardrobe malfunctions, I long ago worked out what suits my silhouette and style and loved nothing more than dressing up box playtime, either for a shoot, or my own personal catwalk of life.  However, when Dr Mistry the ayurvedic doctor miracle worker, whose amazingly simple diet and health plan helped me to conceive, relayed to me in his own uniquely direct terms that a) I would be putting on weight, so out would have to go my ritualised routine of salad, salad, salad, b) no more heels through the pregnancy, c) no stress, certainly no more Tracy Anderson cardio work outs and d) nothing tight on belly; this was a styling challenge, even I was scared of.  After years of training myself thin, the mental adaptation to embracing the curves and loving the bump has been a journey: both sartorial and emotional.  Now 7 1/2 months into my pregnancy, my much loved and anticipated baby boy is due in April, meanwhile my body and body-image have had to shift a few gears: no longer am I  able to rely on the small waist/D cup cleavage/long legs I took for granted, yet never thought good enough.  D has grown to F cup and counting, my legs are not as sylph-like as they were when Tracyed to the max, weight seems to be being stored haunch-like, to see me through the next stage, nice.   Translation: there is no waist, the bump is out and proud, a force to be reckoned with, a love overwhelming.

Onto my dilemma: how to dress through London Fashion Week?  I’ve decided against a Eurostar trip to Paris for the shows there, as though they are the climax of and inspiration for the season ahead, and while Paris might be labelled the city of romance and the historical locale of the troubadour, in terms of chivalry, London’s fashion show security and prs win the good manners battle hands down.  Sometimes at the Paris shows, security seem to mistake a bunch of high heeled fashion editors for kettled student protestors: I have seen pushing, screaming, elbows and worse flying, hilariously stressful and ridiculously anti-chevalier.  Better this season then, to glean my showtime inspiration from style.com and enjoy the shows here, where I was treated like a queen.

Having bitten the pregnancy bullet and acquiesed to Dr Mistry’s no heels ruling, I months ago packed away my gorgeous collection of heels: this is a woman whose runabout shoe had a 4 inch heel, that was tough, there was a tear.  As someone who loathes change, it was as much for the joy of surrendering to this overwhelming new love, as realising I am currently a protector, a vehicle for my baby’s wellbeing, combined with the dread of becoming a drudge…  Deciding to embrace the dictate, I bought several pairs of practical flat boots and shoes and averted my eyes anytime I saw something gorgeously delectable in the sales. Solutions to how to dress the bump and burgeoning bustline?  ’60′s style Empire line dresses seemed to work for me, as they swing away from the body, grazing the curves.  I bought three dresses from the lovely Lizzie at Mishka, my favourite vintage shop in North London, had two shortened, so they were less burqa-like and showed a bit of leg – to off-set the higher necklines – which somehow feels more appropriate now with my lack of cinched waist-action.   Etsy and Ebay also sourced some lovely gems: one folkloric in red ’70s patterned cotton, one more like the traditional Turkish school-uniform with its crisp white collar and ribbon tie on a simple black woollen dress, which as a child I had always admired when my cousins wore theirs’ to school in the old country.

Below are some images taken through London Fashion Week and a dress down Sunday, which I hope will show how I propose to combine style with substance, comfort with joy.

Dress: Etsy, Jacket: Philip Lim, Hat: Hat Shop in Beyoglu, Istanbul

Head Dress: Piers Atkinson, Jacket: Aquascutum, Shawl, Margiela, Belt: Dries van Noten, Dress: vintage Roland Klein

Stylist's little tip: bring the 'waist' higher to Empire Line proportions, add a suit-style jacket to tailor the silhouette, shirt dresses hide and glide over bumps forgivingly, gold for glory, why try to hide it?!? - aka the bump is out and proud!

Dress: Ebay, Owl Pendant: Portobello Market, Head Dress: Ashley Isham Archive

Boots: vintage Charles Jourdan, Tights: Jonathan Aston, Shawl: Tallulah and Hope. Shawls: long since a staple of my wardrobe, currently invaluable for a dash of on-trend swish!

Cloche Hat: Lock and Co, Dress: Margiela, Jacket: Aquascutum, Belt: Dries Van Noten, Boots: Black Truffle. This dress has been a much-loved, expensive Paris purchase bought many seasons ago, the day I learnt that buying well meant buying to last. I love the way it hugs, without groping, my (ever-changing) shape: part nun-like, eternally chic.

Hat: Stephen Jones, Cape: Wimbledon Car Boot Sale, Leggings: Oasis, Socks: Topshop, Boots: Native American Store,west Village, NYC.

Kimono Top: Topshop, Leather Waistcoat: Beyond Retro.

Swing Coat: Mishka, Tights: Wolford, Bag: Angel Jackson, Hat: Lock and Co, Boots: Black Truffle.

1930's Lace Dress: Mishka, Jacket: Charity Shop in Knightsbridge, Hat: Browns Focus, Bag: Angel Jackson.

Dress Down Sunday, at the Heath. Hat: Bora Aksu, Sunglasses: Yves St Laurent, Jacket: Isabel Marant, Army Shirt, Squadron, Jogger-style Top: Matthew Williamson, Shalwa Joggers and Top Just Seen Underneath: Topshop, and yes those are Uggs, blame it on the bump!..

Ok ladies, here my bump(s) are displayed out and proud.  My self-taught top tips for trying to combine looking stylish with an ever-growing pregnancy girth?

1) We are pregnant, not invisible: learn to love the bump and be as adventurous, or discreet as you feel that day; personally I loved my glory in gold look.

2) Shirt dresses, which can be cinched in at a different point of the body than the waist (impossible to get a belt around now anyway!), can work in a multiple of ways: with leggings loose, or Empire Line as I wear mine.

3) Long Dresses: personally I prefer the Margiela/nun-like silhouette: less 70′s maxi, which I love, but with wedgie heels or flip-flops, not flats and as heels are banned, unless the sun shines brightly between now and April 28th , I think are best left for high summer.  The more figure-gliding long length works wonderfully with flat boots and brogues for winter-spring fashionability.

4) Jackets: A smart suit-style jacket over the more figure-hugging looks, I feel works well  as it adds a structured shape and means not everything is on show, bulging bumptastic.  Shoulders and arms are the last to ‘splurge’, the added bonus of which is that jackets and coats worn undone still fit and make you feel less of a lump, still you!..

5) Swing Coats: A 1960′s classic, which as the description says, swings gloriously.  Mine made me feel rather fabulously swishy, especially in such a lovely colour on a grey London day.  I wore this to a wedding and a christening last summer, ie pre-pregnancy, and felt rather delicious; worn at LFW, it made me still feel part of the tribe.

6) Empire Line/1960′s silhouettes: I feel if your legs are up to it, raising the hem and necklines slightly means everything is less obvious/more refined.  This shape is perfect for pregnancy, while also being less in your face and sexed out.

7) Mens’ trousers, worn with braces and brogues, perhaps with a t’shirt or a loose blouse, would look amazing on a pregnant woman: pushing the new androgyny, while clearly not(!), has something poetic in it’s visual charm.

8) Indulge in draping, especially if this is a hide the bulge day.  Grecian-style drapes of fabric working their magic  to accentuate the areas we feel most confident about, is bound to make us feel more beautiful.  If your legs and arms look as slim as you ever did, dresses or tops which drape will draw attention to these and away from where you feel less confident.

9) As your girth grows wear mini jersey dresses as you once would a t’shirt.  Sounds really simplistic, but who wants their kidneys and belly on display in the late winter chill?  Today I’m wearing a Topshop mini dress under another (now) shorter top which currently otherwise would leave a belly-gap.

10) Shalwa trousers: I have always loved these: they remind me of visits to my father’s village in southern Turkey.  I have several pairs, from pre-pregnancy, both high fashion and high street; these work wonderfully now, with the waist band worn under the belly, thereby adhering to Dr Mistry’s nothing tight on the belly dictate!  Plus they are forgiving of ‘haunch legs’, as they come in at the knee, where all is still as it was!..

11) Kimonos: the drama of their big arm action and glamour, cuts a swathe over the body: worn either as an open jacket over layers, or tied Empire Line-style below the bust looks fabulously confident on a pregnant woman.  I love my kimono-style Topshop top, for how the hugeness of its arms, and how it hits below my thighs, off-sets the burgeoning of my bump!

I love owls, I love hats, I love sparkles, I love lace.  I have a penchant for grey and liking for pink. While of course I am and have changed through this pregnancy: no more and never again number one on my priority list, I don’t see why women have to be reduced to the hell that is the majority of maternity wear.  With some acceptance and adaptations, isn’t it more fun to play a new game of dress-up and celebrate the glamour of the next stage?

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A sweet interview with me by Silvia for Dossier Journal – sunny day and sunny words!..

Wednesday, May 19th, 2010

Dossier in Conversation with Tamara Cincik

Tamara Cincik with her husband. Interview by Silvia Bergomi.

Tamara Cincik is a British stylist with a strong point of view. Her clients include a number of international VoguesThe New York Timesi-D, Christian Lacroix and more. She doesn’t tolerate time wasters or know-it-alls. And most of all, she believes in love.

Silvia Bergomi: When did you start your styling career and why?

Tamara Cincik: I started assisting after leaving UCL—where I read English—after being totally inspired by a rock ‘n’ roll-movie story Max Vadukul and Nicoletta Santoro shot together for Vogue Paris. I can remember the shoot very clearly: I fell in love!

Silvia: What do you think about the contemporary fashion world?

Tamara: The recession has made designers work harder; I saw some of the best shows I have ever seen this season. There is some plagiarism and laziness, sure, but Chanel was genius—as was Galliano, Givenchy, Sonia…lots of designers, especially those at the top of their game, seemed to really push their craft to its zenith.

Silvia: What is the thing that you miss most from the past (regarding your career)?

Tamara: I am sure most people have a degree of nostalgia for their youth/past [but] I think research is a lot easier now, with the Internet making is super simple to check references.

Silvia: Tell me a moral that you always apply to your life.

Tamara: Try to be nice to everyone; rudeness doesn’t really cut it.

Silvia: Was it difficult to reach your professional level?

Tamara: I come from a working class, ethnically mixed background in England. You have to work (at least) twice as hard.

Silvia: Where do you find inspiration?

Tamara: Dreams, films, books, what I wore before, nostalgia. I came to fashion through a childhood love of history, which went from reading history books at a crazily young age to collecting vintage. This led me into this dress-up box job. It all came from falling in love with the stories I found in the clothes.

Silvia: Who is the best photographer you’ve worked with?

TamaraJan Saudek. [He’s] a total legend—he even did one-armed push-ups! He would shoot (click, click) twice, get the image, print in the room next door and then start to hand-tint in the time we were doing the set-up. His work had been a huge inspiration for me. I was thrilled beyond to get the opportunity to work with him.

Silvia: Can you describe your style?

Tamara: It changes. I do like to put things together which don’t ordinarily flow and see what happens within that juxtaposition. There always, for me, has to be a degree of accessibility and believability. No matter how insane the idea, something has to be earthy and tactile; people can wear the craziest of outfits. There is nothing unbelievable about fantasia—for me it just needs to feel real somehow.

Silvia: What’s something that you’ll never do?

Tamara: Work on a McDonalds commercial.

Silvia: What’s your best recipe?

Tamara: I make this smoothie every morning:
A teaspoon full of spirulina
A dash of agave
A vitamin C tablet
A splash of omega oil
A swig of aloe vera juice
A swig of Dr. Mistry’s Iron Formula juice
A few handfuls of frozen berries
Ice cubes
Some Soya plain yoghurt
Some rice milk

Blend this in the blender, then I serve it with homemade, sugar-free granola. Delicious and oh so virtuous!

Silvia: Do you have a “routine”?

Tamara: I wake up, drink hot water, answer emails, do some leg exercises, drink a smoothie, water my seedlings for the allotment—which are currently on the windowsills here—then take on the world for the catwalk of life!

Silvia: What do you wear on a normal day?

Tamara: Heels and an ever-changing selection of moods.

Silvia: And for an event?

Tamara: Possibly the same, with more lipstick.

Silvia: What are three of your favorite movies?

TamaraA Matter of Life and Death by Michael Powell and Emeric Pressburger. Dr. Zhivago by David Lean. Wild at Heart by David Lynch.

Silvia: Sea or Mountain?

Tamara: Mountains. My Turkish family are mountain Yayla people. There is something very magical about drinking water from its mountain source and reaching a crystal-clear summit—I do love an eagle-eyed viewpoint.

Silvia: Where will you go on your next trip?

Tamara: Wales to shoot Charlotte Church, then Paris to shoot for Grey.

Silvia: A good memory?

Tamara: I have had lots! Alexander McQueen’s shows in London, Hussein’s show with the Turkish musicians in silhouette, my first shoot in New York for Mixte, my first show styling job, working in Paris for Christian Lacroix…so many!

Silvia: Are you religious?

Tamara: With a Church of England mother, a Muslim father, a Jewish aunt and Buddhist/Pagan leanings, I would have to say I think organized religion is all trying to say the same thing but getting caught in historical, geographical arguments. Faith and spirituality are important to me; religion and dogma, not at all.

Silvia: What makes you happy?

Tamara: Pottering on my allotment with my husband, walking on the Heath, car boot sales, cooking hippy food…

Silvia: What was a moment of great satisfaction?

Tamara: Getting married to someone I truly love, and after all the stress of organizing the wedding, realizing that our guests had a lovely time.

Above and below: Various shoots styled by Tamara.

Paris A/W 2010 – so we’re freezing in springtime in heels…

Wednesday, March 10th, 2010
Sonia Rykiel Show

Sonia Rykiel Show

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I sincerely love a Sonia Rykiel show: the shoes are always wondrous, the colours, the left bank sense of fun with glamour: girls swaying in feathers in furry clogs, high five-ing down the runway, Love…

John Galliano show

John Galliano show

Galliano was a visual feast, totally Tamara: he took us on a journey of trials, travels and traversed the Himalayas, the Hindu Kush: from the spice roads we went to the east of the sun, west of the moon…  He also showed us how great he is as a stylist, let alone as a designer, total inspiration.

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John is the finale of his own show and sporting a fabulously chic sheepskin backpack is the most gloriously camp nomad I ever saw, ever - and ever shall I think!

John is the finale of his own show and sporting a fabulously chic sheepskin backpack is the most gloriously camp nomad I ever saw, ever - and ever shall I think!

The girls walked through sprays of silver glitter; John as the finale, came through seering white light, designer as devil or hero, he walked towards orange fire, posed, captured our imaginations and vanished.  Given his warm layers of sheepkin, wool and backpack at least one of us was dressed for the freezing weather which hit Paris this week!..

The chicest dessert I ever saw or tasted.

The chicest dessert I ever saw or tasted.

Imagine existing inside a Watteau painting with 7* service and culinary delights where sandalwood ice-cream coexists with thinly grated apple and ginger in the thinnest layer of pastry.  That was the dinner I enjoyed with my friend Konca at the Grand Vefourhttp://www.grand-vefour.com/fr/restaurant.htm The considered absolutist chic quintessence of Parisian society was at it’s zenith.  There was more service, more grandeur and more is more decoration than anyone could ever indulge without slightly falling in love with it, however totally refined it is, there is such grace in it’s fabulosity, that even when I ordered off-menu a salad, the result was so utterly beautiful, artful and delicious, it was a moment of baroque heaven.  Built in 1760, the Grand Vefour is one of the world’s  first restaurants: Napoleon took Josephine, Colette ate there (which as I am reading ‘The Vagabond’, in  honour of Ellie) seemed wholly appropriate.  Visual artful 3D gourmand-luxe heaven.

The audience of lenses at Chanel

The audience of lenses at Chanel

Glass gorgeousness

Glass gorgeousness

The work above the magic - yes that is an iceberg - welcome to the world of Chanel

The work above the magic - yes that is an iceberg - welcome to the world of Chanel

Vanessa Paradis wears Coco red lipstick

Vanessa Paradis wears Coco red lipstick

Crystals and ice white bergs

Crystals and ice white bergs

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Reflections in pools of icy water.

Reflections in pools of icy water.

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If and when the ice age cometh, we shall clearly be ok in our refuge of Chanel furs and fabulosity!..

If and when the ice age cometh, we shall clearly be ok in our refuge of Chanel furs and fabulosity!..

Amanda Harlech dancing in the dj booth - like the London girl she clearly still is at heart.

Amanda Harlech dancing in the dj booth - like the London girl she clearly still is at heart.

To the tune of: 'I said captain, I said what?!'

To the tune of: 'I said captain, I said what?!'

The white album.

The white album.

Sarah after Chanel, shows me her gorgeous new engagement ring from Richard, I am so so so happy for them both.

Sarah after Chanel, shows me her gorgeous new engagement ring from Richard, I am so so so happy for them both.

Photos I don’t have from this week, include the sheer clever joy that was the Victor and Rolf show, they really showed us how it’s done.  The Hussein show with his moving speech for Alexander, followed by Puritan caps and camel coloured capes with grey lining, worn with matching fedoras – a style I have been wearing this week myself.  The party at Maxims where my New Yorker friends lost themselves in the 80′s disco groove.  The Vogue Turkey party at the Crillon, where I caught up with dear friends from the Fatherland: albeit feeling rather underdressed, as I had put on all my warm clothes at once to go to Givenchy, as Paris is brrr-freezing.   I hope my shalwa joggers, Westwood boots, Marni jacket and Bora Aksu snood still managed to represent – I did love Catherine’s gold lame turban, Karen’s killer heels, Seda’s sassy red dress and Konca’s peach jacket.  The basement baseline Ricardo Tisci party: it was brilliant to see Charlotte Tilbury again, looking uber-hot beyond yummy-mummydom, showing us photos of her handsome baby son; where shoulder to shoulder glamour bumped with Olivier’s camera flash, low-key hiphop heroes.  Meeting Polina was lovely: we drank Japanese tea and paid homage to CC.

This is an inspiring season: the stark shapes with pared down strength: I am totally looking forward to my shoots this season.

We Only have 15 hours to Save the Universe!..

Friday, March 5th, 2010

Here is a lovely piece I just found online reviewing the Flash Gordon themed (oh yes we did!!!) Ashley Isham show, which I styled this LFW.  Show photos soon to follow on my show page link.

AUTUMN WINTER 2010

London Fashion Week – Ashley Isham A/W 2010

What follows is a guest post from Sarah of the wonderful The Enchanted Hunters as I wasn’t able to make the show.

Outside Ashley Isham, I met a girl called Anna. Anna hadn’t been to a catwalk show before, and asked me whether it would be on time. As a veteran of, er, maybe three or four shows, I told her that in my experience, the huge names might run late but most On/Off shows run to schedule. An hour later, my cheeks got redder and redder as Anna glanced worriedly at me and we stood in exactly the same position. Just then, Jodie Harsh and her bubblegum beehive swished past us and the doors opened.

The show opened with the theme tune from Flash Gordon, and the clothes were appropriately cartoonish and combatative! A gorgeous purple and transparent trench coat with a stand-up Ming the Merciless collar was followed by villainous looped leather neckpieces and boleros. A sudden shift in mood brought in a sea of pretty one-shoulder draped gowns in peaches, corals dark blues, fit for the red carpet. One shoulder and strapless dresses left plenty of skin on show, and I liked all the different textures: Sixties plastic, leather fringing, metalwork, and woven fabrics. Not the most wearable of gear, but a good sign that the high street’s warrior princess look is more than just a one-season wonder.

With thanks to Self Service Uk for the images.

Double vision: but tits and tassels come in 3′s!!!

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

A Shaded View on Fashion: my piece for Diane’s website about the KTZ show

Friday, October 2nd, 2009

KTZ SHOW: SUBTERRANEAN GLITTERBALLS, STOMPING KIDS AND STONKING LOOKS!..BY TAMARA CINCIK

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marjan and sacha walk the walk

Dear Shaded Viewers,

Marjan and Sacha are old dear friends of mine, hours spent discussing silhouettes and windows in their soho shop kokon to zai. I worked with Marjan, styling his beautiful own label and have supported them through shoots and loved wearing his clothes for many years.

KTZ was their reaction to the underground colorful music scene: it hit the nu rave scene a few years back running, with overgrown joggers in mad techno prints, sexy skintight lycra dresses with neon embellishments and cyberzorg boots.

Marjan’s own label meanwhile, has always been slightly whimsical, romantic and in touch with a base note of dark macedonian gypsy earthy glamour, which I adore.

The KTZ show last night felt like a marriage of the two: skintight black catsuits, with copper body hugging beads and cut out knees, walked out ahead of Zoe dressed in a purple holographic huge puffa, with mini printed jogger shorts. Every detail was well considered and thought through: from the embossed socks, the over the knee square toed lace up sex boots, to the giant bauble necklaces. Then there were huge over capelets made from silver beads, knee length hooded woollen shawls in tightknit grey.
This was a collection of pieces which unify the london aesthetic: Bodymap body con-style with their own unique well designed flavour of fun, design and desirability.

Well done

Dean dj’ed the night to it’s pumping conclusion as as I sat back to enjoy the scene, I admit I did feel a little like a mother in a Jane Austen novel, seated at the ball, watching the next generation feel the groove…

Later,

Tamara
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My recent blog for Diane Pernet’s ‘A Shaded View on Fashion’, about two of the shows I styled for London Fashion Week

Monday, September 28th, 2009

RANI JONES AND ASHLEY ISHAM: DAY ONE OF LONDON FASHION WEEK; TWO SHOWS STYLED BY ME!.. TEXT: TAMARA CINCIK.

We all have sides to our character: I love high heels and am a sucker for a sequin; but I also love all tones of grey, am vegan and grow my own vegetables.  Rarely are those contradictions allowed full-throttle expression in the same day, as they were for me on Friday, when I styled the first ever presentation by Rani Jones a new and luxury, yet sustainably made so super-cool guilt free, brand, designed my two London-based female designers, Lucy Jones and Rani Patel.

Girls wore ultra-modern pieces in a mixture of silks, jersey and denim, cut to work with the body’s curves, while some like the layered navy and dark blue dress create a strong silhouette, hanging from the shoulders, ending just above the knee to make a killer statement: great for those days when we want to look strong, fierce and hot, but also not all on body-show.  Perfectly on-trend with this season’s leggy glamour.

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My personal favourite: the denim jacket, worn here with skin as jeans – sexy!

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Mel Arter did the coolest make-up: a velvet matte red lip looked hot, combined with cheek contouring and great skin.

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The base-line colour palette of acid tangerine, pink, beige, cream and washed denim, combined with navy was as fresh as their guilt-free leather and (even better!) guilt-free consumerist identity.

I wish them every success and hope that this is the start of great things to come for the girls.

To check out more of their work, please go to: www.ranijones.com
Straight from the Rani Jones show, Katie my assistant and I dashed to On-Off at 180 The Strand, heading backstage to prep the Ashley Isham show.  This was my first season working as Ashley’s stylist and was a total delight.  His vision of women is so utterly positive: hot golden goddesses, adorned and adored, what’s not to love!

Working with Malcolm Edwards and Sharon Dowsett on hair and make-up  - what a dream-team: Malcolm wrapped jewellery (some designed by Ashley using diamonds and totally luxe-tastic; others loaned to me by the ever-lovely Vicki at Erickson Beamon) into the hair, which was plaited and tousled into a chignon, or tousled into a sexy insouciance if short.  Meanwhile Sharon created the ultimate in goddess beauty, with golden eyes, worked up and into the brow, which sparkled with promise.

Ashley’s theme for the show was ‘Ottoman’, so we began the show with all the blue dresses, to drive that idea home, as blues and turquoises were very important to the Turkish court.

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Two personal favourites of mine were the tulle dresses: one a full length gown with a full-on va-va! glamour hit in nude, with a black arm strap and the other a black tulle over nude cocktail dress, with zips in all the right places, totally hot and goddess-fabulous!..

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To see more of Ashley’s work, please click and pop over to:-

http://www.ashleyisham.com/

The uber-stylist Karen Binns (the reason why we are still interested in what Tori Amos, Estelle or Mr. Hudson are wearing), came backstage to see me after the show and in her usual poetic melodic Brooklyn way, told me it straight!   She said: ‘Child you gave them a vision of glamour with an ethnic edge, a sexy woman, who looks expensive, well done.’

A compliment indeed, from someone I totally respect, thank you Karen.

I ended the day seeing the JCDC, which my former assistant Anna Trevelyan styled at Ghost on Farringdon Road. She did an amazing job, giving this Parisian diffusion line a fresh, London playful edge.

Well done Anna, well done Rani Jones, well done Ashley.

From designer chic minimalism, through to more is more fabulosity, ending with graffiti make-up, knickers and boots at JCDC, yes indeed: quite a day!..

The House of Blueeyes Show: a bacchanalian night of sequins and fabulosity

Wednesday, February 25th, 2009

Michael from Blow had warned me that this was the most requested ticket on his roster of
shows this Fashion Week, so to get there early, which given they worked on 13 shows this
week, told me everything i needed to know: get there early! anyone who knows me, knows
this is a rare event in itself; luckily jeremy picked me up in the astra gypsy wagon from
Nazir’s show, where I had been so proud of what Anna (my ex assistant ‘Dolly’) Trevelyan
and Sam Voltage had achieved.
Heading East, Jeremy pointed out that in football terms last night was the ultimate
hotdate: the final of the Championships League, so we popped into the local Owl and the
Pussycat for a beer (him), juice (me) and football update,(0-0) when we left.
Marching through the throng at Beach Blanket Babylon, suddenly I knew what Berlin in the
1920′s must have felt like – the party at the end of the world and the finale of time ( a
huge inspiration for me aesthetically) – and now with the current climate, perhaps even
more relevant.
A visual overload of trannies in cocktail gowns, grannies dressed as Dracula, boys led on
chains and matriarchs in lingerie; glitterball fractals of decadence and revellery hit my
retina in every corner. Jeremy perhaps wondered why he had left the football, but I knew
that this is where the real action was. The stories from the audience fascinated me:
trannie gold medallist Jeanie D with 2 teeth and a spider on his head, Russella with her
glittery Dorothy shoe red lips, Pia naked save some masking tape and a peach fur coat, as
one glamazon told me, we’re a long way from Kansas now…
Jacquie Soliman from Agent Provocateur pronounced this the show we have been waiting for
and in a way she is right: one which announces London’s more underground, underbelly,
intent and content.
We’ll never be Paris, we aren’t couturiers, by showing in the Eastend, Johnny drew on
London’s sleazily Victorian past: opium dens and decadence, sexual freedom and dark
corners and translated these into rock and roll punk undeniable English freewheeling
beauty. A masked duo danced on the bar top, while the shows freely chaotic madness
unfolded: beautiful chiffon grey dresses, Betsy in a cape throwing roses and tarot cards
at the floor, boys in underwear, girls in jewels, Tamer swaying his hips in russet tones.
Patrick Wolff and Jodie Harsh sashayed from the floor onto the catwalk: the audience
became the show, we are all free, we are all theatre, we are all angels. Johnny would
say something like this and I am inclined to agree.
I said to Tamsin and Jessie, I am not sure Jeremy knows what to make of this, it’s
outside his frame of reference, Tamsin (a leading climate change activist) pointed out
that a lot of people want to be here; I replied, ‘Exactly, just as they did in Berlin.’
We laughed, we know, surely it’s better to enjoy the circus, celebrate the chaos, the
painful freedom of these random moments of madness, while the ship sinks, we may as well
enjoy the tunes of the band as we drown?..

Tamara Cincik – words
Jeremy Fusco – photos

www.houseofblueeyes.com

A spot of styling and teaching at the V&A one night…

Wednesday, February 11th, 2009

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French Connection Friday Late – Close Up

Friday night at the V&A was a who’s who of fashion big-shots, and was probably wall to wall with the big-shots of fashion’s future. French Connection Friday Late: Close-Up, offered the chance for anyone to get personal (in a professional aspect you understand) with well proper and successful fashion photographers and stylists.

Vogue’s very favourite snapper, Tim Walker, chatted about his fantastical fairy tale creations, while Warren Du Preez and Nick Thornton Jones talked about the work they do for GQ, iD and Nike. Facehunter hunted through the corridors and around the corners of the museum capturing the most stylish of the evening, Among their prey included a vision in purple and a princess in layers of peach lace – the ladies effort was appreciated by all (especially those who were missing the local fashion sights from the recent London Fashion Week). And while everyone milled around, watching films, or crafting an adornment for themselves, real photoshoots were happening around them – one of archive pieces from the V&A’s fashion collection standing/sitting/lying still, and another featuring modelly models, stylish stylists, arty art directors and…well a photographer of course. .

But for those who wanted to get a piece of the fashion action themselves, of which there were many, their attentions were focused on the French Connection Photography Studio. All evening the clever, creative, stylish and topical created individual images fit for glossy pages. Following the advice of photographer Donald Milne (who shoots for iD, Arena Homme Plus and Visionaire, while directing pop videos for Pulp, Beastie Boys and Massive Attack), the cult stylist Tamara Cincik (Dazed and Confused, Wallpaper*, Purple), new talent fashioned looks out of the French Connection AW collection.

Of the French Connection Friday Lates thus far (there are more to come), Close-Up was one of the busiest. The beautiful and inspirational-looking, quietly queued for a chance to shoot, watch, listen, style, pose, create and dance (the Voguettes provided the soundtrack). These are faces that we know we are going to meet again, although this time the camera will be in their hands.

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The Shoot

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