I wish it were profligacy though; I love how I have to really think about which word I want to use. Ah well, that will come soon enough when I’ve recovered from the multitude of stresses which are upon me at the moment. And when it does, I will be wearing lots of eyeliner and lashes and drinking a lot of brandy. So just you watch out!
Well there you go, I was a bit rambly. Ha!
How on earth did I forget to post this photo before now? Especially given that I took it. (I would take a mini bow for that achievement, but I’m a pretty lousy photographer!) In a very sexy Travelodge, after much stressing about clothes and make-up, about half an hour before we got soaked to the skin trying to see Duran Duran in Edinburgh Castle. Ah well, at least we had some record of our fabulous outfits…
Miss Senti in Bellville Sassoon and Charley in Quad. One day, I’m going to take them onto the Yorkshire moors, with a half-decent camera and get them to run around in all the lovely things they’ve bought from me over the years…cos I’m just so damn proud.
My hair is, quite frankly, ridiculously long right now. I straightened it the other day and it totally, and irrationally, freaked me out. My beloved stylist, Miss Senti, is at the other end of the country and I can’t see her for another few weeks. All I can do is pincurl, shake and hope for the best.
I’m looking at silent film stars to make myself feel a bit better about it. The ones who hadn’t had it all hacked off into a bob obviously. I simply cannot take that style; I have too much hair and too much jawline.
But what do I want to do with it otherwise? I’m a bit lost and any suggestions are most welcome.
I didn’t know who Efva Attling was until I noticed I’d saved this image on my computer at some point and promptly googled her. I think I was entranced by the whole look of it, and I still am. Her boots are amazing, as is the rest of the outfit, and I wholly approve of the arm candy – whoever he may be. A sharply dressed man with big hair and facial fuzz…mmmm!
I also love the fact that her first name looks improbable. Efva….I love it!
I’ve seen variations of this advert across several Vogues I own, and it always baffles me. I mean, I don’t see why Gibb shouldn’t have done such a thing, but it also seems at odds with the ‘crap businessman’ label usually attached to him. It does make one wonder. He might easily have ventured down the road marked ‘mediocrity through licensing’, so well trodden by so many.
Perhaps there simply wasn’t much call for nail polish to match your Gibb frock. Perhaps they didn’t really match very well, they certainly don’t in the advert. Perhaps this is actually an example of his crap businessmanship? Very curious indeed….
I’m not a particular fan of Britt Ekland for the most part, but I am rather fond of this autumnal shoot she did for Vogue (by Patrick ‘Yeah Baby’ Lichfield). It’s so rare to have such a lovely feeling of space in fashion photos. You’re looking at the frocks, no doubt about it, but you’re also taking in the atmosphere of the location. The clothes are perfectly dreamy and her hair is completely and utterly covetable, in each and every shot. I worship this crimping.