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69b Broadway Market.

Wednesday, March 16th, 2011

Merryn and I at her new store.

Shop Window at 69b.

Merryn Leslie is an old friend of mine: we first met when she was my Fashion Editor point of contact at i-D magazine; swiftly we became close and have been ever since, through the many incarnations of the next decade +: motherhood for her, marriage for me and now poetically we are both expecting baby boys within days of each other next month.  Throughout her latest pregnancy, Merryn has gutted, designed and set up her beautiful new store 69b (http://www.sixtynineb.com/) on Broadway Market in Hackney, filled with a fantastic edit of the best in sustainable fashion.

Having last week, styled a shoot using ethical fashion and finding that a lot of what is on offer is sadly sometimes lacking in the design department, looking at her tightly edited rails of beautiful pieces, I can confirm that Merryn’s skill as a fashion stylist has translated superbly into her new role as sustainable fashion buyer and merchandiser.

All for sale!

Merryn talking me through the collections.

The orange cupboard displays beautiful one-off vintage and modern sourced jewellery.

Jewellery

69b covers two floors: including jeans and changing room downstairs

Merryn and I at 69b.

I feel very proud of Merryn: to create a shop like 69b is fantastically fore-sighted: to do so through the tribulations of pregnancy and motherhood combined, I think is genius.  The collections are comprehensively edited, combined with the odd vintage-luxe find, creating a store which feels light and spacious, yet actually contains a myriad of fashion choices, underlaid with the added bonus of their sustainable credentials: ie perfect for a spot of guilt-free shopping!

Lace, Feathers, Sequins and Satin: All These Treasures and More at Mishka Vintage.

Tuesday, March 8th, 2011

Mishka Vintage

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Treasures resplendent.

One balmy evening two years ago, driving a back-route from Jeremy’s parents through North London, I had one of those rare stop the car please (!!!) moments, as we chanced on Mishka Vintage’s closed potential.  My only other equally memorable stop the car moment, being somewhere in the Transylvanian mountains of Rumania in 1995, when I saw the multi-coloured fantasia-incarnate of a hand embroidered 100 year old traditional folkloric waistcoat.  I live in a world of clothes: literally surrounded with treasures sourced over the past 20 (eek!) + years, plus the weekly supply of designer options prepped in, edited, shot and returned for editorials.  Ergo, I am not easily impressed: I knew this had that rare alchemic frisson where magic realism meets vintage treasure trove.  The window was filled to brimming with stories: Victorian lace,  deco lingerie, 50′s dresses, 70′s clutches; layer upon layer of beautiful things.

History was my route into fashion: a childhood geeky addiction to history reference books fed into my frequent flyer time traveller daydreams, leading me to start my own vintage collection aged 7, as I felt entranced (and still do) by the stories and skills used to create such pieces.  I would imagine people’s lives when these clothes were made; how their world felt and looked.  Never for me just tired old rags: a Flemish lace collar, a beaded deco bag, or a velvet Victorian jacket, has always felt just as fantastic as the this season’s must-haves I work with on a weekly basis for the fashion styling day-job and with the added bonus of running their own  storyline: one filled with gilt-edged glamour, music hall melodrama, or Hollywood dialogue.

While organising my wedding 2 summers ago, I took the drive out past Crouch End one Saturday, between bouts of buying most of North London’s charity shops stock of vintage china for the wedding, to see what lay inside the promise of this newly found delight.  In my head the owner would be old, eccentric and prone to hoarding.  Imagine my surprise therefore, when I met the smiling glamour that is Lizzie Greene: a woman who manages to combine motherhood, high heels, a predilection for bold lipsticks and an encyclopedic knowledge of British 20th Century fashion design.  ie my kind of woman: someone for whom too much is just enough, while geeking out on quirky sartorial trivia; albeit yes indeed known to hoard, or as I like to term it to my husband: archiving.

Say cheese Jet: Lizzie with her youngest son Jet.

Jet is quite the mini rock star and taken to lying on furs, while making Darth Vadar noises.

Towards the light: Mishka's red mood section.

Sorbetastic treasures.

True blue, baby I love you....

Lounge lizard jackets for Studio 54 moments...

Lizzie has become a dear friend: someone who has lent me the most precious pieces for my editorial shoots, as well as a first port of call for music or advertising jobs, as her clothes often add a necessarily unique flourish.  The skirt I used for Charlotte Church’s recent single cover, was a Mishka purchase.

Charlotte Church: Back to Scratch.

Worn with Rochas, to me the Mishka Vintage Victorian Cape makes the outfit. Taken From my Shoot for Grey AW10; Photographer: Stefano Galuzzi.

The Bat's Brits 2010 bag: a Mishka find.

This afternoon I was there returning pieces lent for 2 of my 3 shoots this week: one for Six Magazine, one with Lily Cole for Corduroy.  However, if you were my styling client and looking for that one-off party dress, wow factor wedding gown, or retro-referenced Annie Hall meets Celine this season piece, Mishka Vintage would be on our list of must-dos.  When you do get there, take the time: this is not a 5 minute Primark collision course.  Chat to Lizzie, allow yourself to relax into remembering/experiencing what boutique-style one on one smiling service feels like; then see what magic you walk away with.

Mishka Vintage Clothing

Address:
212a, Middle Lane
Postcode:
N8 7LA
City/Town:
London (London)
Main phone:
020 8341 3853

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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http://www.blacktruffle.co.uk/

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http://www.brownsfashion.com/cm/brownsfocus.htm

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http://www.yell.com/b/Mishka+Vintage+Clothing-Clothes+Shops+_+Specialist-London-N87LA-2295344/index.html

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Valentina and I captured by Scott aka The Sartorialist on The Strand.

Thursday, October 7th, 2010

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Valentina and I on The Strand, by The legendary Sartorialist

Valentina and I on The Strand, by The legendary Sartorialist

I spoke about John of Gaunt’s medieval Savoy palace literally yards away from where we stood, Scott of New York history, Valentina looked amazing: so many footsteps…

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.

Me in Grazia last week – i love Mira’s thoughts about my boot & trouser combo, bless!..

Sunday, November 1st, 2009

29 October 2009 at 09:24 style hunter
Style Hunter: new neon!
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Chic grey teamed with radioactive orange? Well, OK then! When we first spotted Tamara Cincik, 37, there was no denying that her jacket from The Shop, was one seriously heroic piece of kit! But the real points have to be awarded for the way she’s styled such a bold and fun item into a calm and sophisticated outfit by teaming with sporty yet tailored Topshop trousers and ankle boots, a laid back beanie hat and bug-eyed shades from YSL. Genius! But what do you like about her look? Remember, the most fashion savvy comments could get printed in Grazia magazine. Check out this week’s other outfits here.

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She knows how to make the most of some pretty bland pieces.
Kimpenelope
Grey and orange is a brilliant autumn colour combo, and Tamara’s relaxed jacket and beanie are perfectly offset by her smart tailoring and sexy shoeboots.
AnnaLou17
I love those dove grey boots with the trousers and orange makes a great change from all the hot pink around!
dublinista
the orange jacket is the hero piece of this outfit. super stylish and fun too. a great autumn piece.
minkybaby
Very cunning colour combination, orange is always tricky. Love the simple cossack style trim on the jacket and the jodhpur cut of the trousers.However, I’d prefer more of a contrast in the boot dept as it all starts to merge a bit.
Mira

Mad About the Boy – James opens Jeanette’s

Friday, June 12th, 2009

Jeremy cheers on James' success

Jeremy cheers on James' success

So proud of my boy: James and I

So proud of my boy: James and I

Dr. Noki (JJ) with whom all is never to be revealed!..

Dr. Noki (JJ) with whom all is never to be revealed!..

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Jessica Ogden: a ever a beauty and a loyal friend - a jeanette fanette/wife!

Jessica Ogden: a ever a beauty and a loyal friend - a jeanette fanette/wife!

Caron's pink and lacy beauty shot inside Jeanette's.

Caron's pink and lacy beauty shot inside Jeanette's.

Jeanette’s:
Entrance at Club Row
64-66 Redchurch Street
London E2 7DP

When James left Aberdeen, dreaming of David Bowie, frock coats, glittery heels and rainbows, I doubt that he ever thought his yellow brick road would lead him far away into a cockney Oz of homespun couture, friendly avant-garde art and collaborations with the best designers in London.

From Judy Blame’s safety pin bejewelled necklace glories, to archive Joe Casely-Hayford (another lovely man, I styled him once for an advertising shoot and he was adorable), to custom-designed pieces from the leading names in style: such as Richard Nicholl, Louise Gray and Noki, walking into Jeanette’s is like stepping into a warmly avant-garde wonderland, where neon coloured lights, shine tints of happiness over clothes you know you will cherish.  ’Style’ columnist Jessie Brinton fell in love with a recessionista-busting rainbow dress of many colours: perfect for being fearlessly sunny in these grey times.

James has been a dear friend of mine for years: I met him through JJ (Dr. Noki) his fellow Aberdonian, revelling in their love of glam camp, wigs and  fierce frocks, I have often admired how so much colour, charm and grace came from somewhere as grey, macho and cold as Aberdeen!..

Jeanette’s brings together so many of James’ passions: from his glory days as Boombox’s door girl Jeanette, where he donned the most avant-garde creations by Giles or Gareth Pugh, to his work as a performer – how I loved the George Michael sketch the boys did at the Pop! party a few years ago – his blond shock of hair glowed in the pinkish twilight.  He is also one of the most stylish men I know, his own styling work is darkly fabulous: I think like me he loves an archly glamorous noirish woman.  Perhaps more importantly, he is charming, truly kind, when I lost the compere for my Afghanaid benefit the night before, James happily switched his schedule to dash down to Brighton and host the event.  Such rare mercurial charm warms people, they gravitate towards his caring demeanour.  He showed me the collections inside, I feel certain this enterprise, despite the recession, will do well, it has the right tone of glamour, accessibility and wow factor; while outside, fuelled by Rum and Reggae  an impro-glam street party mc-ed by Caron had us swaying and drinking (me on Vitamin water!) to his success

James opens Jeanette's

James opens Jeanette's

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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.

The School of Life

Wednesday, August 27th, 2008
www.theschooloflife.com

www.theschooloflife.com

I went to UCL and would wander through Bloomsbury, nose in a book, dodging cars and other accidents using my sixth sense.  I still love to walk through WC1, I find it completely charming: kind of European and random, with it’s back street independent book shops and iron railed rooms with a view.

Last night on the bus back from an utterly exhausting circuit class with Derrick the Rocky of Covent Garden, I raced through the London Paper and chanced upon an article about a new shop/project/concept: The School of Life.  This sounds amazing: a workshop for the mind, a rebirth of the literary salon with an urbane, witty, yet unsnobby edge.  ”I like the idea of treating London as a guerilla campus”, said Sophie Howarth the director of this apothecary for the mind and with this POV,  genius ideas include holidays to Heathrow Airport with philosopher Alain de Botton and bibliotherapists who will prescribe books for you.

Check it out at: www.theschooloflife.com and let me know what you think, or see you on the 6th Sept for the open day.