Sunday, 22 October 2017

Clownin' Around

Happy Halloween month! Can we start talking costumes now? I've started earlier than usual because time has been creeeepin’ up on me so fast these past few months and I was determined that I wouldn't miss the Halloween boat, like I did last year. After coming across a new area to explore, James & I had planned to go for an Autumn walk, so I thought I would take the opportunity to prance around trying out my costume - a Picasso ‘rose period’ inspired clown look. We have some of those Picasso prints hanging in out front room and I stare at them every day, wishing it was appropriate to dress like that.

Worryingly, I already had every single part of this costume in my wardrobe.  What do we think about that? Should I feel proud about my sensible resourcefulness or should I just stop buying such ridiculous garments of clothing now?

I suppose I’ve always enjoyed playing dress-up to some extent. Like most of us, I started secondary school as an A-class sartorial sheep – following the pack, because I didn’t know any better. This was followed by the not-so-seamless transition to Grebby SK8r Girl - it was a rite of passage for most, yes? I would borrow my friend’s wide-leg jeans, not caring that they would be hanging off my butt (god bless the studded belt). Next came the long-lasting indie cindy phase, with my trademark white tights and knee high socks.

To this day, I’m still a fan of building an outfit of comfortable staple pieces and then topping it all off with something a bit more 'costumey' (gaudy).  Looking a bit awkward makes me feel more comfortable than looking too matchy-matchy. There's a continual mood board situation going on in my mind as to how I can mix-up and combine aspects of looks I admire.

Mantra: What would Bowie do?

Consciously and subconsciously, I transform myself into different characters all the damn time and Halloween just offers a mighty fine excuse to take it to the next level!

I’d bought this amazing stripe circus neck ruff a couple of years ago and ended up changing my costume last minute. I haven’t been able to get rid of it because I genuinely love it. I think it’s beautiful. Then it was just a case of rummaging through my collections to pick out pieces and accessories in the right colourways, which would give me the right silhouette for the look. The pom-poms I had in a craft drawer (nerd alert) from yeaaars ago, so I stitched those on and voila! Easy peasy.

So there you go guys, there really is no excuse to not make an effort! It may not be the scariest or most creative Halloween look, but it did perplex the dog-walkers that we passed during the shoot. Can someone tell me when I'll get used to this blogger thing and stop dying from cringe!?

Wearing: Stripe Circus Neck Ruff by Tallulah Blue Burlesque, White Dress by George at Asda, White tights by ASOS, Oxblood Shoes by Vagabond, Earrings by ASOS
Listening to: Being for the benefit of Mr Kite - The Beatles
Inspired by: Picasso's Rose Period

Photos by J.E.B

Much love,
L xo


Thursday, 19 October 2017

Go Go Girls

Hey, hey! Guess what? Sound the alarms. Throw the confetti. I’ve FINALLY, FINALLY joined the Joanie club. “It’s about time”, you will probably say, and you would be correct. I first became aware of the brand at the start of the year after spotting the Margot Brunch Club tee on so many of my favourite creative ladies. Not only is the tee the cutest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on, it’s called MARGOT for crying out loud.

I was absolutely over the moon when the lovely gals at Joanie got in touch and I leapt at the chance to try a few pieces from their collection.  Two of the pieces I chose were Rhoda A-Line button denim skirt and the Lada tee. I am a sucker for a good type slogan tee at the best of times, but I REALLY love the reference to go-go dancers and sweet sixties style silhouette of the skirt. Putting together this outfit at the weekend instantly gave me those warm, fuzzy feels, prompting a nostalgia for a time (not too long ago) when my style was intrinsically tied to whatever I was listening to, what I was reading or what I watched.

It was a time before jeans and trousers became major players in my wardrobe; a time when I lived with my best friend in a pastel-painted house we lovingly named Twee Towers. Both completely enamoured by all things Sixties, our daily wardrobes reflected that. We’d started a joint blog and spent our evenings spinning and swapping new French Pop tunes that we’d discovered or going through archives of Sixties Pysch. Sometimes we argued like sisters, but most of the time, we sipped cups and cups of rose tea, lusting after beautiful velvet vintage dresses. We spent many hours trying to work how we could re-create Anna Karina’s wardrobe with our limited budgets.

Filled with a youthful zest for life, we’d write lists in pretty notebooks, dreaming up what we wanted to do with ourselves in the future and everything that we’ wanted to achieve, in a way that you can only do when you’re in your early-twenties with your best gal by your side as your much-needed champion in life -  one that supports all the good ideas, the iras that your fated to grow out of, and the down-right crazy.

It got me thinking about how my style has evolved since then and whilst I think the way I dress now is far more suited to me and my lifestyle today, it's easy to look back and miss those easy, fun-filled days when I made more of an effort to add a sense of "playfulness" in the way I dressed. 

However, what's also nice is looking back and realising that my love for all those things is still absolutely there, it just blends more seamlessly into the everyday now. Engrained in to my character, rather than self-consciously acted out.  

It's also nice to look back and realising that achieved a few of those dreams. Not all of them (thankfully, that’d be boring) but that naive optimism and bold drive that we nurtured in Twee Towers, has seen us build careers, deepen relationships... and in her case, even grow a real mini-human person!! 

I'm proud of us.

And the best bit? Whilst we no longer live under the same roof, next year, I will sat with my best friend, still sipping tea just before she ventures into the next chapter, as she marries the love of her life <3

To quote our old pal Dylan: The times they are a’changing! They are Bob, for the better. 

Thanks Joanie for the new wardrobe additions and for the small trip down memory lane. 

Pretty clothes for nostalgic souls, indeed...

Much love,
L xo

Wearing: Tee & Skirt c/o Joanie, hat & bag by Zara
Reading: The Lost Art of Keeping Secrets by Eva Rice
Listening to: Liar Liar by The Castaways

Monday, 16 October 2017

Exploring the French Riviera: From Nice to St Tropez


I thought I was truly over summer. That was until this weekend’s burst of sunshine arrived all unexpectedly and got me all nostalgic about long evenings and summer getaways. And so, I thought, before I bring out the winter coats, I’d pause for a few moments and share a few snapshots from our trip to France earlier in the year!

We headed out to the Côte d'Azur, the South-Eastern nook that I’d heard was a) incredibly beautiful and b) a popular haunt of F. Scott Fitzgerald and Picasso back in the day (if was good enough for those chap) ... and what a bloody beauty it was!

It was a fairly last-minute decision to go, so whilst we booked our flight into Nice we decided to boycott any planning beyond that, meaning that we arrived with zero expectations which made finding everything for the first time, all the more exciting. Upon arriving we walked from the airport to the station to catch a bus. The journey took about an hour and half, traveling all along the coast; through luscious green valleys, past sweet-smelling rosé vineyards and into the medieval village of Grimaud. We stayed at the Riviera Villages in Port Grimaud (a relatively new area at the foot of Grimaud) in one of the self-catering lodges, right on the beachfront. Honestly, couldn’t have been happier with the location.

We ate out less than we thought, sucked in by the local market produce and the warm scent of fresh baguettes (when in France), which James would ritualistically take a bite out of on the slow walk back to the apartment each day, like he was Aladdin.

The lodge was really well equipped meaning we could cook a variety of dishes (call us the master risotto makers now) to eat out on the decking, before heading out for a cocktail or two. For the time we didn’t fancy cooking, we either grabbed a stone-baked pizza or booked a table at the restaurant on the beach, nestling our feet in to the sand, and watching the sun set over the sea, which sounds like it could be the end of a cheesy rom-com, but it was better than that… because we loads of bread on the table.

The port itself is full of character and charm. It’s known as ‘Little Venice because of the traditional pastel coloured fisherman style houses that line the maze of bridges and water channels. We spent most of our time walking, wandering from street to street, occasionally stopping for lunch or a zingy gelato, which would be delicately sculpted into a rose… France makes everything 10 times better apparently.

One of the days, we headed to the port and hopped on a boat over the road (well, over the sea), to St Tropez. I had stipulations about visiting at first. Famously glamourous, I imagined it to be over-the-top blingy and feel out of kilter with the easy quaintness of Grimaud, but I adored it. If you excuse the line of super yachts and the rows of designer outlets – except the stunning palm-fronted Dior Café, you don’t want to ignore that one – the town still had that traditional old-town appeal, not to mention the most gorgeous turquoise waters. Sigh.

France I miss you, be back soon. Kiss Kiss.

L xo

Wearing: Details here.
Reading: Bonjour Tristesse by Francoise Sagan.

Listening to: Francoise Hardy, of course.
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