Monday, June 28, 2010
I am heading to Sicily where I will be doing some travelling and some wwoofing. For the millionth time, this is nothing to do with dogging! It is the World Wide Organisation of Organic Farms or some such. I will be 'learning about organic farming' in exchange for bed and board. I expect this 'education' translates as unpaid manual/menial work but we shall see. Could be anything from fruit picking to loo cleaning... I will review it when I get back (if I survive).
I will be back at the end of July and hopefully blogging will resume then. I hope every has a fab month and love to all.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Exhibit A: YSL Hortense wedges. I love me a nice wedge and these tick a lot of my boxes - they are black, they are suede, they are good and high, they are chunky-strappy. So what I already have a pair of wedges that meet these exact specifications? So what there have been not one but two pairs in Topshop in the last six months that also meet these delicious requirements? I resisted those and I am going to be forced to resist these but in a perfect world I would own them all! I particularly like the little cut-out in the sole, nice detail.
(£14, Lime Crime)
That is all.
This however is a great injustice! They are brilliant brilliant books and everyone should read them! Well, anyone with the slightest trace of an interest in Regency romances anyway. They are meticulously researched and rich in period detail. As such I know an unlikely amount about Regency England - if I read more than two in a row I accidentally start dropping in the slang, gets me some very strange looks... I don't think 'romance' really does them justice although that is undoubtedly what they are. Yet they are so much more than trashy chicklit or Mills & Boon (much as I admired that institution in the folly of youth). They are things of heart-melting glory.
I inherited my addiction from my mother. She has always kept all 40 or so of the Georgette's in her bedside cupboard and turns to them frequently in times of busyness or stress (they are an excellent way to relax). She reads them cyclically, working her way through them all and then start again. She dealt me my first Georgette when I must have been sixteen or seventeen, I haven't looked back. That book was Devil's Cub and it remains one of my favourites, possibly my top favourite. That is a very difficult call though so I am not going to decide it absolutely. Vying for key position is probably Cotillion although I have also have super soft spots for A Convenient Marriage (Heart Horry), Venetia and Sylvester. I'm sure I'll remember more in a moment and have to insert those too. It is a very tight race...
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Friday, June 25, 2010
Seriously, how could you eat these little guys?? They are genius. I don't understand how Bakerella consistently manages to outdo herself in terms of cake-art... Mr Potato Head cake pops. fo' real peeps.
- Cut up chorizo into small pieces and fry.
- Remove chorizo from frying pan and simmer down one chopped onion in the oil with 4 cloves, a dash of cayenne pepper and a sprinkling of chilli flakes.
- Fish out cloves and add 8 quartered cherry tomatoes. Cook for 'a bit' (technical, right??).
- Bung in a tin of chopped tomatoes and most of the cooked chorizo. Edit: And lemon zest!
- Stew for an indeterminate amount of time, add water if necessary. I ended up putting in a tbsp of brown sugar to even it out.
- Add to pasta, farfalle (bows) holds sauce well, and top with the rest of the cooked chorizo, and lots of parmesan and basil. Eat!
This has quite a kick to it if you are enthusiastic with the spices as I inevitably am! Sometimes I decide I am above such things as measurements and just slug things in willy nilly. Measurements are for mere mortals! (Woohoo - alliteration). This sometimes works and I think it worked tonight even if it was spicy enough to make my nose run a bit... So ladylike.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
'Camelflage' - funny.
Such a mature sense of humour.
To keep it brief, we had a lovely lunch. The small restaurant (15-20 tables? I don't really have estimating skillz) is in a modern, minimalist stylee - white tables, white chairs, token flash of concrete - but not aggressively so with its flowers and pumpkins. There is a suggestion of the open kitchen, which I can't help but find slightly unnerving, but not in such a way as to interrupt your meal (although I do get paranoid that the chefs are watching me and finding me wanting, this may be my problem not theirs though...). We got a table to ourselves - hurrah!
Food: yumz... We started with delicious - and free! - breads. I'm really very easy to please; free things make me feel coddled and special. There was heavenly focaccia, all spongy and chewy and sodden in olive oil and salt, and plenty of spicy olive oil. R then had grilled octopus, apparently lovely but not to my taste. I was a big pansy and couldn't even be prevailed upon to try it! Fatty, gristly, bouncy tentacles? No, ta. I had 'tomatoes, bread and pecorino' which sounds unexciting but was amazing! Who knew soggy bread could taste so good? I might even have to reconsider my opinions of panzanella. The bread was soft but crunchy and just so tomato-y. Accompanied with tomatoes, slivers of cheese and giant fragrant basil leaves it was fresh, clean and flavourtastic. I then had rabbit with pancetta and shallots (I think) on polenta. I love rabbit and it was tender and generous on the meat. My only disappointment of the whole meal was the polenta - the top layer was ok but there was a lot of it and the rest was soggy and bland, I ended up leaving most of it. R had veal with spinach and lemon. The waitress said it was quite big and hell yes it was! It was a giant veal T-bone steak and it was perfection (yes, I sampled quite a bit!). Wonderfully cooked and chargrilled and lemony. Even the spinach was delicious and normally I find it a bland necessity!
R had an espresso and we both had wine and the bill was still only about £5 more than Jamie's. The ingredients were great and varied and interestingly combined, the food was well cooked and beautifully flavoured and the prices were reasonable for a nice meal out - I felt like we got value for money and I really enjoyed myself. I would definitely recommend Zucca and I am feeling more optimistic about Italian restaurants! Huzzah!
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Should you wish to invest you can find the boot version of the shoe at LuisaViaRoma for a bargainous £954.60 (not including cost of chiropractor)...
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I don't know/do Joules as a brand. I have always avoided them because of their jolly hockey-sticks image and because I have no interest in polo tops and rugby shirts. Maybe they are going for a slightly rebranding or maybe I have just never penetrated beyond the polo shirts but they have had a couple of cute dresses recently. A friend was looking for a dress for a wedding this summer and after months of fruitlessly searching Topshop, Urban Outfitters, Zara etc. (the standard high street shops) she came out with two sweet, flattering and appropriate dresses from Joules. Admittedly they went back and she ended up wearing a really beautiful dress from Hobbes, another surprise shop, but they were an insight nonetheless.
I doubt that I am going to start regularly popping into Joules but I will definitely start keeping half an eye on their internet offerings. Or at least I will if I can. If hayfever ever lets me. Damn you pollen! Damn you for not letting me breathe or see!
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Conveniently my desire to frame things has coincided, not unconnected I suspect, with my discovery of a plethora of wonderful prints on tinternet. I have just bought my first print from etsy which I will write about when it arrives. I am also loving these Keep Calm Gallery prints. I have seen a couple of them before without really realising where they are from and it turns out there website is a print treasury! These are my favourites, I want them all although if I were to actually buy it would probably be a toss up between the first two...
Until the dubiously named My Rocking Wardrobe get some UK stockists (do it - *mind waves*) I will just have to admire them from afar. Ah...
Saturday, June 19, 2010
What Gallic charm. What a devil-may-care attitude to how others perceive her. She doesn't worry about what she looks like for she has more important and interesting things to be doing. 'Oh, this old thing? I suppose it is cute enough, I just pulled it out of my wardrobe while I was considering where on the Left Bank to meet my handsome artist boyfriend for coffee intellectual debate'. What a nice thought. I don't have the dedication to pull off this kind of minimalism full time but I could happily cherry pick pieces to add bits of French chic to my own manic wardrobe. The perfect Breton top, slouchy t-shirt, soft button down shirt...
I also find myself irrationally drawn to this t-shirt. Irrational because of my general dislike for slogan t-shirts and because of the impossibility of my ever wearing this kind of high round-neck t-shirt. See, as per usual, The Inconvenience of Breasts. The neckline would make them look weirdly elongated and massive and the writing would warp across them in a most frightening way. That said, it is adorable and I want it anyway. A present maybe for a flat-chested friend.
(All from Loft Design By)
Feel quite worn out after that last post. Here is some light refreshment, an amuse bouche, if you will. They are The Like. Are they not adorable? Their clothes, their hair, their make-up? Their light hearted '60s girl group sound? I almost want to say that they will be my 'sound of the summer' but that would make me sound silly, yes?
We are a gloriously food-based couple and we had been eyeing up Jamie's Italian for a while because a) we both like Italian and b) we both like Jamie. And I do, I really like Jamie, he is in my 'Things Wot I Like' list and everything. Sure, some people find his cheeky chappy geezer act a bit wearing but I find it along with his enthusiasm for food endearing. I thought his latest series on la tellybox, 'Jamie Does...', was excellent and I think it is still on 4OD so go and watch it now if you haven't seen it (yes, that is an order). We made his souvlaki (pork kebabs) from 'Jamie Does Athens' on a disposable barbeque in the park and they were A-MAZ-ING. Unbelievably scrumptious and with their accompanying tzatziki and roasted sweet peppers they totally showed up our fellow park dwellers' picnics. Given this love of Jamie I had high hopes for his restaurant...
And it was fine. Which isn't brilliant. I quite liked the decor and the beautifully displayed, delicious looking produce near the entrance of the restaurant. I question the wisdom of open kitchens though; I can't say I found the sight of some poor minion scooping various substances out of freezer containers particularly appetising, only distracting. Similarly being placed on rustic wooden benches with another couple felt like we were on some kind of strange double date and it was a conscious effort not to eavesdrop. While I think this kind of canteen style setting works in places like Wagamama's it felt out of place somewhere that seemed to be marketing itself as more restaurant-y. The table was also really too big to talk that comfortably across so even when leaning right over it (and into our food, I might add) we had to use what my grandmother calls our 'outside voices'. This wasn't helped by the presence of generic pop music which I found rather grating. It all combined to undermine any chance of intimacy or feeling that you were 'going out for a meal'. That might sound abstract but given Jamie's Italian isn't particularly cheap I found its atmosphere lacking. That isn't to say that it is eye-wateringly expensive but my pasta main was £11 and R's steak was £13 and our bill, without alcohol (someone had the remnants of a dodgy gin hangover) or pudding, was still £40. Yes, we're students so we're biased but that is not a cheap meal out and I would have liked it to have felt a bit more special!
And to the food... This was obviously the main issue because I am a greedy piglet and I will put up with pretty much anything for delicious, appropriately priced food. I love you R but intimacy can wait if there is some really, really good food! (I know you agree hence crack team). I guess the danger with Italian is that, because it is something everyone cooks at home, we (or at least I) expect it to be sensational in a restaurant. The comparative achievability of Italian, as opposed to say Indian or Chinese, puts a lot of pressure on the ingredients and the flavours. I felt that often Jamie's Italian didn't even try and step up to the mark on that count. To be fair it started well - we shared a bread selection and wild boar salami that was was yumz, particularly the salami, and reasonably priced (£2-3 and £4-5 respectively). I could have done with a plate so that I didn't smear breadcrumbs and olive oil all over the table and thence all over my arms but maybe/probably I'm an unusually mucky customer. I was also horrified by the stinginess with the olive oil which is not something one expects in an Italian! We needed to get our thimble of oil refilled three times by the waitress - hello, give me the bottle already! Very strange. Besides that though, thumbs up.
Our mains fell flat though. I found the menu supremely unexciting, it included three steaks, chicken in tomato sauce and a burger. A burger! I tells ye! Italian, my arse. Richard went for 'Jamie's 'Flash Steak" while I stuck with a pasta - pappardelle with meatballs. It was enormous but unfortunately size seemed to have been prioritised over taste. Fine, that was about it. I make truly delicious, flavoursome meatballs (if I do say so myself) when I can be bothered to go through the hassle of making them, frying them, inevitably burning myself a bit, cooking them and I was looking forward to Jamie's sans burns. They were just bland and uninteresting and impossible to eat with the pappardelle, I was reduced to wearing my napkin as a bib to protect my dress. R's steak was quite nice but the salsa was nothing-y and the chips, which we had to order separately, were rubbish, dry and cardboard-y.
I have run out of enthusiasm for this review just as I ran out of enthusiasm for Jamie's Italian. It was ok and I still had a lovely date but the mediocrity of the food would put me off going back or recommending it to anyone. Why would you pay a premium for something you can cook so much better at home? Dunno, beats me...
Thursday, June 17, 2010
First up, and non-Givenchy related, this is Resort 2011. 11! This is wack (wow, never said that in real life and it feels good, in a dirty way). It is June 2010, crazy fashion people, you are getting ridiculously ahead of yourselves. We should be looking back at the Spring-Summer 2010 collections and maybe getting a dash of inspiration from the Autumn-Winter 2010 collections but talking 2011 is just absurd. Loads of designers seem to be properly embracing Resort this year and it is mental. We already have 8 weeks of fashion weeks a year and they are great but they are enough. Think of poor Marc Jacobs! If he is going to have to do Resort, not to mention 'Pre-Fall' which lots of designers seem to be embracing, that will be 3-4 collections per year per line and then menswear. We could be talking 18 collections a year. 18! Are we trying to kill him??
Oops, strayed away from Tisci a bit there, will try and get back on track. To summarise - he creates exciting, beautiful, interesting to clothes that have captivated the fashion world and myself (a very important and worthy judge of these things as previously discussed). He is idolised by many who would slavishly follow his every whim. Looking at his Resort collection he clearly knows this and is having a bit of a laugh. It is reassuring to know that the great man has a sense of humour. At least, I assume he must given some of looks he has produced for us here...
Left to right: mad nun on the day of her marriage to the Lord, modelling the convent's tablecloth and some kind of chastity restraining harness; mad milk maid on her way to some formal convention where she might yet be required to milk some alpine cows, possibly an alpine cow milking convention where she is lead speaker; leopard print tights as trousers, 'nuff said.
This was possibly my favourite part of the show - the barefaced audacity! I laughed out loud when flicking through the slideshow on Style.com. They are gloriously cheeky, in so many ways... The dress (top/skirt combo? who knows??) on the far right is the most amazing. The Emperor's New Clothes live and breathe again. I cannot WAIT to see the fashion world getting their pants out along with their wallets. Amazing, Mr. Tisci I applaud you.
For all the hilarity - and there was much, let me tell you - there were of course some gorgeous bits that I genuinely loved. The look on the left reminds of the Dolce & Gabbana Sicilian black widows, 90s influenced show that happened recently that I really enjoyed (I find myself strongly drawn to the occasional show of theirs and then I go back to forgetting them when they stray back onto their standard territory). The necklace reminds me of a giant anenome - good - and the dress makes me want to consider sheer as a way of going maxi. I haven't particularly embraced the maxi dress/skirt yet, not because I dislike it but because I can't summon the interest, and this might swing me. Tisci gives good red too and I find myself drawn to the very bold red that he has recently signaturised (yup, word, fact) and the way he uses it in such abundance. I want to go colour monochrome! I like the lace detailing on the jacket on the right but it is important not to look directly at the crotch on this picture because it will hypnotise you and then eat you (another fact for you there). Possibly my favourite thing in the whole show was the leopard print jacket it though. Besides the styling, which is great, I don't think it immediately shouts Givenchy and yet I LOVE it. It is just so perfect with the buttoned up white shirt and the awkward trousers and I want it so bad... Gorgeousness.
Edit: Just found the other three pieces of the collection. And the prices... Tragedy has struck! It looks like Mark Fast will remain out of my sweaty little grasp. All the sleeved dresses are $310 (~£210!) and even the pink skirt, which I do not at all care for, is $170 (~£115!). Obviously I wasn't expecting them to be cheap but I think £200+ is a bit steep for Topshop... Sad times.
Edit Edit: Fashionista says £85 for the skirt, £150 for the dresses. Who knows what is going on?
How beautiful is this? It is by the photographer Toby Burrows from his latest series 'Fallen'.
He says - 'I was inspired by the style of the Pre-Raphaelite paintings. The ‘Fallen’ series explores both tragedy and celebration through form. We cast a talented dancer to create expressions through shape. We shot the series in the Southern Highlands. I had spent some time in that particular area prior to the shoot. There is something in that landscape that has a surreal quality and I wanted to bring that into this project'. (Speaking to Dazed Digital)
I say - strange and magical loveliness.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
They are from a series Piantadosi has labelled 'Emilia' and feature the clothes of - some frenzied research later - Georgia Hardinge. I love the bleached brows and angel hair of the model and the clarity of the light and dark (pretentious, moi? never!). I think the profile is particularly striking with the play of volume; check out Titian's 'Man with a Quilted Sleeve' to see a natty early example of the same trick...
I had never heard of Georgia Hardinge although she has apparently dressed such style icons as Alesha Dixon, Little Boots and the Saturdays. This might be why I have never heard of her... Don't let that put you off though (that, or the fact that she has released some decidedly dubious euro-electro-pop), she established her own label last year and exhibited with ON/OFF in September. Piantadosi's photos feature designs from Hardinge's SS10 collection which was apparently based on 'grids, ordinance maps and blue prints'. While out of date Ordinance Survey maps were the bane of my Bronze Duke of Edinburgh I like the way they are definitely visible in the print on the below dress and in a more abstract way on the defined contouring of the others.
Her AW10 has more and bigger structural pieces and I am sure many bloggers will be drawn to her cage dress (below). While I enjoy the cage on others (SusieB, Queen Michelle...) I don't have a burning to desire to wear one myself. My inability to be caged? My need to run free?? I'm loving instead this mesh dress which seems to be a perfect means of displaying the full length 50s style underwear I am mulling over in my mind...
(Georgia Hardinge, AW10)
"CAGE" Georgia Hardinge A/W 2010 from Sarah Piantadosi on Vimeo.
More, I'm sure (and a poet, don't I know it - aha, so clever), from Piantadosi in the future.
I wonder if I could pull off that hair...?
P.S. R, you are an idiot.
Monday, June 14, 2010
I so wish I knew where this came from so that I could applaud its creator. I don't though so I will pass it on here and telepathically wish them well. I am filled with the desire to embroider things and re-read Sense & Sensibility (not necessarily my favourite, that is probably Emma, I'm just in an S & S kind of a mood)...
Sunday, June 13, 2010
(On my 9th viewing today - obsessive, moi? never! - I realised that this song raises a lot of interesting gender questions such as are 'men' made? can they be made? is 'manliness' defined by characteristics like strength and mysteriousness? is there more pressure involved in being a 'real man' or a 'real woman'? is the film feminist in its portrayal of a strong woman or does it maintain traditional patriachal values by only allowing her to be strong and achieve things when dressed as a man? I decided not to think about these though and instead to revel in the glory of the song... BE A MAN!)
Shayma's recipe can be found here but to quickly summarise (with my own tiny tweaks):
- Grease and line cake tin. This is a 2 egg cake so it is too big for a standard sandwich tin so I made it in our amazing heart shaped tin which is a bit bigger and doesn't get nearly enough use.
- Cream 120g salted butter (loathe unsalted butter on toast so never have it in the kitchen) and 120g golden caster sugar (I think everything tastes better with golden, it is just nicer than white).
- Add 2 egg yolks and whizz.
- Add 12-15 crushed cardamom pod seeds (Shayma uses 8 but I suspect her's are bigger and juicier than my baby supermarket ones), 1 tsp baking powder, salt, 100g ground almonds (instead of almond flour although these might be the same?), 75g sifted flour and some of 150ml of milk.
- Fold in 2 egg whites (stiff white peaks).
- Bake @ 180C/350F for 30 mins.
- Sprinkle with toasted flaked almonds and dust with icing sugar.
- Pile on raspberries and creme fraiche. Eat!
It was, and the credit must go to the Shayma (although kudos to me for not undercooking it too), completely and utterly delicious. Like really delicious. I love ground almond in cake, although not almond essence because it makes things taste of cheap marzipan, and the crunch of the toasted almonds were beautiful with the soft raspberries. It was so light! I guess that was adding the egg whites separately and whisked. I might try that trick on all my future cakes. SO light. And the cardamom gives this amazing fragrance and taste... I think cardamom might be new favourite spice, its love. My sister, who I should stress is 18 and should know better, made me very cross by only eating half of her piece of cake and then abandoning it because it was 'too confusing'. She apparently couldn't get her head around something that 'looks like a pudding but taste like curry'. Yes, she is under a lot of exam stress, but this is clearly moronic. Luckily it went down very well with the rest of the fam who pacified me about the soeur's rebuff.
Anyway, I thought it was perfect. Particularly perfect for a dinner party, I thought, because of the subtle, beautiful flavours which are vair sophis dahling.
I hope to make this again and again. LOVE.
P.S. Thanks computer/blogger for resuscitating this after me internet crashed and I thought this had disappeared for ever and ever. Would have been deeply frustrating. thxthxthx!
I went to the Enchanted Palace at Kensington Palace on the recommendation of many many blogs. It was fun and pretty and magical but why did no-one mention how expensive it is? My Tip coming atcha - book online for a £1 discount (not to be sniffed at). Even so, with a student discount and the online discount it was still £10. Maybe I'm wrong or maybe I'm just a stingy student but that seems like a lot to me! I can buy many things for £10 and I don't think you can really string the Enchanted Palace out for more than an hour or so... Still, price was my only complaint and I think it was a great thing to do with a space that is being renovated. I particularly liked the WildWorks actors wandering around in long gowns and head torches singing to themselves and playing with clocks and typewriters. Oh yeah, and the fact that my namesake Princess was the coolest by far. No surprise there though.
I also decided to check out the Wallace Collection because I had never been before. It is a private collection of art and antique furniture and porcelain. Also, very importantly, it is FREE. I love free things and it almost always inspires me to donate. They had lots of great Reynolds, Lawrence and Romney portraits and other general 18th century portraiture fabulousness. There was also, rather to my surprise, some very nice Velazquez (fave!) and some slightly mediocre Rembrandt (other fave, probably forming my top 3 with Titian, tricky though...) among other things. There were also some French, chocolate-box paintings (Fragonard, Boucher) that aren't normally to my taste, too saccharine see also, Tiepolo, but which worked really well with the setting and decor.
(Fragonard, The Swing. Source here)
These pictures were in my favourite room of the house, the Oval Drawing Room. The below picture doesn't really do it justice but it was the only one I could find. It was smaller and cosier than it looks here and the blue is rather more dusky. It also has great swooshy blinds on the other side. I had a chat with a (slightly weird but very knowledgeable) attendant about how it would make a great bedroom. I particularly like the idea of having panels of wall paper if you don't want to go the whole floor-to-ceiling hog. There was great silk and flock wallpaper throughout. I also clearly need more gold trim and chandeliers in my life...
Wallace Collection, thumbs up. The Enchanted Palace, thumbs maybe. Excessive high-Regency (my possibly incorrect terminology) interior decorating, thumbs definitely.
They were beautiful too. I used my shiny new dinosaur cookie cutters from the Natural History Museum (bought at an epic cookery shop in Bristol) which come in four shapes - T. Rex, Diplodocus, Stegosaurus and Triceratops. I Heart Dinosaurs. My mother says that I really should be a nine year old boy. She may well be right. I am also very fond of mud.
Luckily I ate one before I left and they were delicious. I used my standard cookie recipe which is from Hugh Fearnley Whittingstall's Family Cookbook (a brilliant book with largely failproof recipes, don't be put off by the fact it is marketed at children, embrace the simplified instructions and useful tips like 'remember to put on oven gloves') and can also be found here. It makes perfect cookies - chewy and delicious, the dark chocolate stopping them being too sweet. I chose to make one single super cookie and then cut the dinosaurs out of there so they didn't lose their shape and retained maximum dinosauriness.
Clearly I am just going to have to make them again... *sigh*
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
As I was expecting, given my fondness of Hadley Freeman's column in The Guardian, I loved this. She is just a very funny and engaging writer and, oh yeah, this was about fashion. I don't think these three qualities coincide very often so it was a joy to binge on them here. I am not going to pretend that this is a book that is going to change the world, I don't think Hadley would want that, but it was genuinely enjoyable and I would definitely recommend it to anyone with a passing interest in fashion. And hey, maybe if you made someone who poopoo-ed fashion read this they would understand a bit better...
Anyway, I don't think there is a great deal that needs reviewing here so I shall just drop some Freeman flavoured wisdom pearls on you:
- "As a wise sage once said, if everybody looked the same, we'd get tired of looking at each other, and some of us definitely do. So sod the black, and sod whatever the new one is, and get out ther and wear your magenta trousers with pride! Um, yeah!" - I am forever telling myself to wear less black maybe I should actually get round to doing it.
- "Few things make a woman's breasts look more like a threatening, clifflike single mass than a thin blouse stretched out over them with an almost visible grimace, buttons pulling apart in palpable pain. So in this case, the A cups win, and don't begrudge them too much because they deserve to get their kicks where they can. I mean, would you rather have a blouse or a bust? Two words: consolation prize." - A good point well made. I frequently get cross with the way my not insubstantial breasts get in the way of some/most clothes, particularly 'fashion' items, but Hadley, in her infinite wisdom, is right - I wouldn't swap them for an empty bra.
- "fashion on many levels magnifies female issues in popular culture, from the exaggerated body fascism in the industry to its interest in self-expression through physical appearance. So films' wholesale dismissal of women who work in fashion highlights the very outdated misogyny one still sees in pop culture not only toward successful women but also toward women doing something that has shockingly nothing to do with men."
- On hair extensions: "as it certainly cannot give one any personal pleasure, surely there is little other reason to stick bits of hair onto one's scalp. Thus, we have yet another example of Women Doing Something They Think Men Will Like But Which Actually Makes Them Look Like Complete Freaks." - Extra marks for excellent use of capital letters.
She has many interesting things to say on advertising, the power of logos, the industry standard of beauty (skinniness), consumerism and the foolishness of high heels among other things which I am sure I will come back to. I will leave you with my favourite quote of the book which is a very sage piece of advice -
- "be careful about metallics, because if you wear gold ballet pumps with black tights someone might mistake you for a grand piano, which would just be awkward for everyone."
So true. Please can I be Hadley Freeman when I grow up?
Aside from all that pondering I think these photos are beautifully styled and beautifully taken [Sarah Piantadosi]. Those brave enough to embrace the Fleet Ilya way of life are going to enjoy all the harnesses and buckles and I am going to daydream about the shoes. They would keep your feet so dry - like Venetian courtesans you would glide gloriously and glamorously (got to love a bit of alliteration) above the puddles of the workaday world. I Heart Dry Feet.