VOCABULARY TEST...

Tuesday, 30 June 2009
It was very late on a Wednesday night in Paris.
Elisabeth had taken me along to a gorgeous party and I was walking home feeling a little elegantly wasted. Glad of the walk, but not sure of the area, I tensed up as I saw a couple of dodgy looking geezers approach. Here we go, they're going to ask me the time first, then start hassling me. They closed in and one of them said;

"Vous etes ravissante

SERENDIPITY...

Monday, 29 June 2009
*When I realised my trip to Paris coincided with Les Soldes I was very happy. I love the Paris sales - everything is 50 or 40% off straight away and boutiques still function as places where you get service, rather than places where the staff bung all the stock on the shop floor, then run away and leave you to elbow your way through the dregs. It's all quite civilised and I don't know if it's a

OUI...

Tuesday, 23 June 2009
London, I'm leaving you. (For a few days anyway.)

CLEO DE 5 A 7...

Friday, 19 June 2009
I have wanted to see this film forever, and kicked myself for not buying the DVD when I had the chance at an Agnes Varda exhibition in Paris. But thanks to some kind soul we can all watch it.It was really interesting but kind of boring - and that will be the title for my new book on French New Wave cinema! No, seriously, it was perhaps not a good idea to watch it when I was feeling restless, as

WATCH OUT, IT'S A LUVVIE MOMENT...

Thursday, 18 June 2009
I realised last night that the reason for going to see opera or ballet, for me at least, is the peak moment. I'm not so interested in technical accomplishment, the set design is not usually stimulating enough to hold my attention and the costumes shouldn't distract from the performance. I'm not thinking about any of those things. Just trying to lose myself to the point where I'm not distracted by

STONED...

Tuesday, 16 June 2009
Playing nurse to Lola, who alternately face plants in her food, stares at the wall for hours or lies purring with her little head cupped in my hand. She doesn't seem to be aware of the huge bald patch below her collar. Heavy sedation prior to manhandling, an anaesthetic, 3 x-rays, numerous blood tests - and this very expensive (but excellent value!) animal is home with a course of painkillers and

PHOEBE'S BACK...

Saturday, 13 June 2009
Thank God. Phoebe Philo's first collection for Celine. See the rest here. Finally, something for, as Cathy Horyn coined it, the post Helmut Lang generation (i.e. me). {photos from Style.com}

LETTERS FROM AMERICA...

Tuesday, 9 June 2009
Hello, hello. I have no excuses for my lack of posts in the last week, none at all. However, I have been getting very friendly with the postman, who either calls me "love" or "mate", and somehow coming from him I don't mind it at all. Maybe because he is delivering all kinds of goodies from the US of A via Internetland. I was very lucky to actually kind of WIN something for the first time in my

QUOTE OFF...

Tuesday, 2 June 2009
"Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear." "Be yourself; everyone else is already taken."Oscar Wilde"Florals are for middle-aged women with weight problems.""Chanel is an institution, and you have to treat an institution like a whore – and then you get something out of her."Karl Lagerfeld

MEMORIES...

Monday, 1 June 2009
I always get a little sentimental in Liberty's fabric department; actually it's possible that I get a little weepy and nostalgic and find myself holding onto shelves stroking fabric while trying to control a whoosh of emotion. When I was a wee young thing my sweet Granny B would take me to Liberty to choose printed cotton for a dress or a skirt that she would then make me. (I'm having deja vu - I