The hotel I stayed at in Paris for Paris Fashion Week, is about to be renovated, I do hope they don’t ruin it in the process…
I’ve stayed in quite a few hotels this month, from chi-chi in Cape Town, to stuck in a cold war post-script in Prague, but this one had a real art deco, frayed at the edges charm.
Am hopeful that it is as brilliant as this trailer for the new Wes Anderson movie, The Grand Budapest Hotel, when it opens here tomorrow, am hoping to sneak off and fall into it’s lobby wonderland.
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The past week has seen me in Cape Town with Marks and Spencer and then Prague, via and overnight stay in London, to collect the clothes for the Prague Mall of the Emirates shoot, plus my assistant Emily.
I have been away every week so far this year, and now feel fully up to date on what is and what isn’t for sale in Heathrow Terminal 3!
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.
Tamara Cincik is someone you need to know! She’s a London based fashion stylist, writer and brand consultant. (She’s certainly an accomplished woman of our era). Her styling has appeared in several international style magazines and furthermore, she holds the position of contributing Fashion Editor for many other high-end publications.
After graduating from UCL with a BA Honours degree in English Literature, Tamara assisted various leading stylists, including Anna Cockburn, for whom she worked, as an assistant, three years. Known for juxtaposing aesthetics and concepts, Tamara mixes the unusual with the everyday to, in what she calls, “mundane magic”, delve into the imagination to create a superlative reality within our own.
What we love the most about this woman is that she transcends through markets, she can work with couture as well as high street labels. She has been consultant and worked catwalk shows from Lacroix to Topshop. She does what she loves and what she believes in, and there’s no stopping her! Most definitely a force of nature, even in her spare time, she can be found gardening and writing about it for the Guardian online!
1. You style many runway shows and act as a consultant to well-known brands, why do you think everyone seeks your collaborations?
I love working on shows for clients, pushing a designer’s potential and making people take notice of their talent. My 2014 New Year’s resolution is to do more consultancy and creative direction. This really excites me and this is where I see my career heading, I hope.
2. What’s your never-fail, go-to outfit?
I’d say there are three: depending upon what I am doing…
a) If I am staying in working: blue and white denim dungarees from Beyond Retro, with a Sacai blue cardigan and a KTZ T-shirt.
b) If I am going out to a meeting, but also need to run about: my old teenage blue denim 501?s, with a Markus Lupfer sweatershirt with a floral design on the front and a peplum, worn with a Jean Paul Gaultier blouse underneath, with a Florian necklace, my friend, Melanie Chan, the Creative Director at Jas M B gave me for my birthday and perhaps a pair of Manolo Blahnik bronze heeled loafers with matching socks – I am very into shiny shoes!
c) If I am going out: an amazing trench meets velvet dress by Sacai from the AW 13 collection, which my dear (and very generous!) friend and former editor Ingrid Brochard treated me to this Christmas, or perhaps a vintage dress from Lizzie at Mishka Vintage, who is my go-to expert for vintage. I have a great Biba padded brown floral coat from her, which I wear with culottes, a Bill Gibb sweater also from Lizzie’s shop and Marc Jacobs sheepskin lined boots. I tend to wear vintage with a nice pair of heels and am lucky as I get invited to sample sales, so have a range of gorgeous shoes from Manolos to Louboutins.
3. Which piece should every woman invest in?
A hat in the sun!
In Turkish culture (my father is Turkish), traditionally, women are bought gold by their family, so it isn’t their investment; it is their family’s. It once acted as a dowry. I have 22 carat gold jewellery, which I wear every day and which I was given. I would say it is for the individual and their bank balance, whether this is important to them.
Good skin is the sign of good health, so for me it would be a hat to wear in the sun: I love my Lock and Co. panama, or my fedoras from Stephen Jones. I wear sunscreen in sunshine and use moisturizers.
4. And men?
Nice underwear and moisturizer. I’m not saying that they should spend hours in front of the mirror, English men certainly aren’t like Turkish or Italian! But a little sense of cleanliness goes a long way, doesn’t it ladies?!
Over the age of 30, good trousers or jeans and putting an end to wearing trainers, unless they are at the gym.
5. Could you please create your perfect casual, but at the same time chic, look with clothes from Hiphunters Shop?
It would be jacket from Cerruti 1881 Vintage, Erdem silk jumpsuit, Saint Laurent heels, and Garrard earrings.
CERRUTI 1881 VINTAGE – JACKET
Cerruti 1881 Vintage
6. Which has been your most challenging shoot?
There was a Japanese artist I was sent to work with, for a French magazine in Paris. She had a studio with her husband in the Marais. I would say they were the most challenging; but the results were amazing, so if it turns out great, I don’t mind the challenge. These are part of working with creatives.
7. Whose style do you really like?
You look at a lot of celebrities and might like their style, but usually that is their stylists’… I like the way these people, some of whom are friends, put their clothes together and they come from a varied range of incomes (from billionaires to regular ones). I don’t believe money buys style, I have known some very stylish people living on not very much money and vice versa…
8. If Dior were alive right now, what do you think he would think about the grunge trend?
Christian Dior’s New Look was a shock to post war fashion and mindsets. The skirts used vast reams of fabric, and in a time when these were highly rationed, sent out a direct message to women about what was and wasn’t modern. Grunge in the 1990?s was a reaction to the 1980?s consumerism and therefore again highly politicised. I would therefore imagine Christian Dior would be looking at the longer historical trajectory of any style, just as his was an echo of the 1850?s crinoline, this grunge trend is an echo of the 1990?s and perhaps therefore he might think in our post 9/11 world a cultural critique of what we are reacting to now. Also designers who have worked their way up to the post of chief designer and large houses are now pushing 40, so were 20-something then. They might have been inspired by their youth…
9. What inspires you while working?
When a team comes together to create a shoot which was in my head and makes it even better than I had imagined. It is great when a client, or publication, is happy with my work. I love working on consultancy and creative direction, time flies by when you enjoy what you do!
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 can’t wait to share more from our lovely shoot. Sophie is a delight to work with and I was thrilled she asked me to work with her again. She is so stylish herself, that it was an honour to work with her on this new project.
She is wearing a fabulous lace dress from Mishka Vintage in this shot. Nice to support Lizzie’s magical shop and great that it has made the cover.
More from the shoot to share soon…
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 feel like a lapsed blogger: instead of uploading on a daily/hourly basis, I have been working so much, that between prepping, editing, mood-boarding (let’s make that a verb!), styling and shooting, that other than being mother to a 2 year old and planning our imminent move to Muswell Hill, that I literally haven’t had much time to write. There hasn’t been much time to tend our allotment either, though I did bake a filo pastry potato and spinach pie this morning – with spinach and red onion from the plot. When you wake up at 6am, as we now do, thanks to my son’s body clock, by 8am, life feels positively brunch-like…
The past month has taken me from selling a car load of loot at Chiswick car boot sale, to styling a huge campaign for the Dubai market, then Hamburg for the Ligne Roset campaign and now prepping for an commercial in London. The Dubai shoot was for Mall of the Emirates, which involved 12 huge boxes of designer clothes as prep, fine jewellery galore, rows of Manolos, Ginas and Charlotte Olympia shoes and masses of time on skype in briefing meetings. I shot the campaign in Prague, that beautiful mad city, which decided to be 36*c the week I was there, in a studio with no a/c. Liam my assistant was so fried when the producers closed the windows to keep the cold air in, while he was steaming the clothes, that by mid-day I embarked upon an open window intervention! The shoot looks amazing, we had such fantastic clothes, that I can’t wait to share it when it is released.
(Photos all courtesy of Jozef Pavleye)
Back to London, for time with my son and husband, we went to Alma Street Festival that Sunday, our local street party, then into prepping for the Ligne Roset campaign, which I styled last week in Hamburg. Being a huge Ligne Roset fan: our sitting room hosts several pieces, I was delighted to be asked to style for them. I chose a really vibrant, fresh silhouette which the client loved, good times. Sunday might have been recovery from The Stones at Glastonbury for some, for my family it was time for a street festival, or two. First stop: Amwell Street Fete, which was fantastic, exactly what a local street party should be: I bumped into the lovely Sharon Dowsett make up artist supremo and her husband Tony sipping pimms and selling an amazing array of Victoriana from their stall. The stalls were a ridculous feast of artisan bargains and vintage treasures: Jeremy bought some homemade strawberry jam for £2, while I found a gorgeous blue silk velvet and lace late 1930′s dress (bias cut with a hint of Mildred Pierce around the shoulders) for £10 from Pennies Vintage (http://penniesvintage.com/). Dukey got his groove on at the bouncy castle and I redecorated rooms in my imagination several times over, as I swooned at a sofa from Timorous Beasties and fabrics at various stalls. Hampstead Summer Festival, which we went onto, was fun, but Amwell Street Fete was simply heaven: sunshine and sweetness, urban yet urbane, local and lovely.
And now? Now I am prepping for an advert I am styling at the weekend and waiting for the heads up on shoes and socks!..
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.