Category: Fashion
Cultured Collabs..
Cultured Collabs. Sounds a bit like a highly contagious and serious fungal infection. But I couldn’t help noticing that the imitable Garance (we love her) has stolen ma thunder copied homaged followed my lead and written a post (OK. It was Alex) with exactly the same title as ours yesterday..but switching it around..
What about Designer collaborations?
Karl Lagerfeld & H&M
Giles Deacon & New Look
Jill Sander & Uniqlo
Roksanda Illincic &Whistles
Holly Fulton & Whistles
They do give us mere mortals the chance to buy some serious bling at High Street Prices…Or by doing this, does the Brand spread itself too thin and lose it’s prestige and exclusivity? Is it worth it for the bun-fight at the cash till? Do you want your designer purchase (let’s pretend) to be the complete shopping experience?? Or are you happy just to own a little bit anyway you can?
Do you wear it? – or treasure it as a potential investment?
P.S. If Team Garance want any more tips on Blog Posts…we’re happy to share….Particularly as we think Garance would look very fetching in one of our collars..
Laters, Kate x
Collaborations x
I know the value of two creative minds at work…finding inspiration, brainstorming initial ideas, responding and evaluating. When it works, it’s a joy. But I do worry that the success and commercial opportunities of the ‘Celebrity Collaboration’ is creating a blurred line between Fashion Styling and a good eye…and true Fashion Designing…
I never formally trained in fashion, my skill base is Classical Music, Art and Law. But like a moth to a bright light, I have always been drawn to it.
I remember as a child at Primary school running the obstacle race on a hot, humid Sports Day. I was way out in front until the final challenge: Pick up a hat and run to the finish line. Which one would suit me best? I tried them all on…
When The Husband and I lived in Italy, I would meet up with a dear friend, an ex-pat couturier, every Friday on the banks of Lago Maggiore for a ‘Creative Play Day’..deconstructing material, spray-painting it, whatever it took and then re-creating it into something desirable.
But I am not a designer.
I didn’t spend years training for a Fashion Degree or working in the industry: Learning the translation of 2d into 3d, pattern cutting, construction methods, production techniques, prototyping, fabric knowledge, development of samples, understanding cost implications, appreciating the characteristics of stretch and woven fabrics, the difference between structured and unstructured, proportion, silhouette, the principles of tailoring, of finishes, measurement taking, first sittings, alterations, understanding the social, cultural and historical context of fashion.
But I can fully appreciate that Anna did and I entirely rely on her to speak the lingo of fashion when we are working with our Atelier, something that immediately exposes my ignorance: I can learn and I am learning, but it will take me years. Like it did her.
Collaborations work when each side has something to bring to the table that creates an emotional connection. And celebrity collaborations can work in the same way, shedding new light, a different direction, a new angle, new ways of thinking, revelations and excitement.
But can a singer really design a car? A swim suit range? A Collection? For every Celebrity (or even non-celebrity) that thinks they can, there will be a hidden team of highly trained professionals taking up the slack with little to no recognition to take the concept into reality…and make it look easy.
And concepts are great – there’s nothing better than a meeting of creative minds – I can vouch for that. But give me some sugar for the highly skilled, experienced, grafter designers out there. Don’t let the celebrity ‘designer’ bleed the soul out of an intricate, multi-layered, highly-honed profession. Sometimes fashion isn’t about the surface ‘look’ – it’s the layers of integrity, knowledge and trust that go into it: There are existing stories of progress and we ignore them at our peril.
Laters, Kate x
Influences..
Formidable artist through every layer of his being, true renaissance man and style icon, this post is dedicated to the delight that is David Bowie.
(Photo: Getty Images)
Hankering for a loose, louche nineties suit.
The length on that jacket. Divine.
(Everett Collection/Rex Feature)
Ahead of his time: Nothing new about a silk floral bomber.
(photo: Michael Ochs Archives)
Katherine Hepburn would’ve been proud. A delicious pair of trousers
– coutured simplicity.
(Photo: Ron Gelella/Wire Image)
New take on the bow tie, a long time before Jemma Lyons.
(Photo: Terry O’Neill/ Hulton Archives/Getty Images)
Hot colour.
(Photo: Antonia Billie/Getty Images)
Cool suits.


(Photo Studio Cane/Rex Features)
Ultimate accessories.
Prepared to push the style boundaries.
He just is a remarkable creation.
Laters, Kate x
Inside the bathroom cabinet..
A while back Anna did a post about the contents of her bathroom cabinet and for a loooong time I have been meaning to do a similar thing. I have to admit – I’m a creature of habit..when I find something that works, I rarely look any further..but it has to really work..
This is Ren’s rose body oil..confession: I use it on my face – their official face oil is in a tiny bottle and costs a small fortune – I am not convinced that the only difference between the two is in the mind. I love using oils – more than moisturisers. Ever used gloss paint? Then used white spirit to clean your hands? Don’t. Use olive oil with a bit of salt or sugar. It breaks everything down, then you just wash away the paint with soap and water. Instead of dry and red, it leaves your hands soft and smooth. I believe my rose oil does the same thing – massage it on, wipe away the excess with cotton wool – and see how much dirt comes off. I swear by it.
My favourite shower wash. The most delicious smell. Like heaven on a plate.
For if I do use a body moisturiser – keeps it’s smell all day.
But I’m just as likely to use an oil – almond oil with a bit of sandalwood (love sandalwood) – or this. Particularly good after a shower, before you’re entirely dry..you only need a tiny bit but it multiplies with drops of water..
Or if I’m feeling extravagant, this joy. Edible and extravagant.
And this is best exfoliator I have found. Elemis again. They have a undsisputable knack with knock-out smells that knock me over. I’m a sucker.
When the sun shines (when? OK, today was nice. but hey – that could be it..) I will overlay with Olay with it’s added sun screen. My wrinkles laughter lines don’t need any extra encouragement.
Sigh. The crowing glory. My most bestest, most favourite perfume in the world – as found by Anna who just knew I would love it. Thanks luv. Made by Le Labo, it can be worn by either sex and was designed to reflect the essence of an old Marlboro ad. Think of a cowboy with his horse (bear with me) in front of a fire on a great plain, under a dark blue evening sky, firelight in his face, leaning back on his worn, leather saddle..OK. You’ll just have to trust me. But there is smoke as well as Australian sandalwood, papyrus, cedar wood, cardamom, iris, violet, leather accord and ambrox…Which is either synthetically made now or comes from ambergris – a substance produced in the digestive systems of Sperm whales and either pooed or vomited out…I’m sort of hoping it’s the former…
Laters, Kate x
A day in the life..
Yesterday was just one of those days.
The Husband has been away all week. In Turkey. 34 degress. Sigh. We’ve started wearing gloves again in London. He’d got up at 4.30 am Monday morning to catch his flight. And I’m generally OK with early mornings except the night after that Bella, my eldest re-developed her night-time cough of old that I’d thought she’d grown out of. It used to arrive punctually every half term/end of term when she was particularly tired. Just a little cergh, cergh, slightly louder than clearing her throat. But every fourth breathe. And only at night. Like a subtle variation of chinese water torture except I’m meant to feel sympathetic. I don’t. By the third night I am ready to commit infanticide. Then last night the dog started barking in tandem. Foxes in the garden. Demanded her in and locked the dog flap. Came down in morning to a brown present. Nice. I was feeling sh*t. And now I can. Charlie puts his clothes on inside out. And back to front. Shouldn’t complain. Packed lunch. Show and Tell. Gym stuff. Find reading book. And £2 for cake stall. No change. Raid the piggy banks and leave I.O.U’s. Again. School Bags. Coats. Snack for choir. Post office slip. Keys. Phone. Purse. Shopping list. 8.00 am Get out the door. It’s hailing.
And legs feeling strange. Really odd. Like I’m self conscious in my knees. Ignore it. Except silly voice keeps piping up..this is how neurological disasters strike..you’re going to fall to bits and then who will look after your children? You’ll never see them win the Noble Peace Prize twice. In a row. And marry royalty. Rich royalty. With yachts. Or be able to snitch to their children all the stories you’ve been storing up..or embarrass them with your really bad dancing ..instead you’ll be a blobby, incontinent wreck because that’s bound to be the first thing to go..Drop Bella off. Run to post office. Pick up package. Run to super market, whizz round with Charlie, trying to stop the world going into the trolley. Jelly zebras? No! Join queue. Get stuff onto belt. It’s closing. Re-trolley stuff. Wait for new till. Late for nursery. Dash to nursery. Drop him off. Buggy falls over. Run home. Missed a delivery. Head to study. Internet intermittent. Hate that. Work solidly on costings and budget ignoring the chaos. Frozen stuff melts.
Meet Anna. Discuss our launch. Cogitate and brainstorm. Pick him up. Wonder if there’s such thing a a summer scarf it’s so bl**dy cold. Maybe a man’s vintage paisley cravat. Must get one. Or would it be pretentious? Do I care? Run to bank. Legs still funny. Pick her up. Ignore sibling fighting – they love each other really. Chocolate milk. Snacks. Homework. Feed dog. Put on a wash. Start cooking supper with Ipad open on emails – except I’ve resorted to pizza as I keep burning everything else. Can’t think why. Do spellings. Whilst juggling lego figures to keep Charlie amused. Then I take my own advise and look down..
I have odd shoes on.
Think this is so funny, have to find camera to take a photo.
Smell burnt pizza.
Sandwiches children?
Laters, Kate x
Flights of Fancy
You know that feeling…something catches your eye..and you feel it in your tummy…but you’re not entirely sure whether to succumb with undisputed pleasure..or to slaughter the magpie in your head with a double-barrelled sling-shot..
Take these beauties..Jeremy Scotts Wings Adidas trainers..Are they total tack? Or is it that sometimes style gets stuck on a carousel of taste and every now and then it’s nice to break free..
Cara Delevingue (picture from http://www.leblow.co.uk)




Even better – the versatility of these from Shoe Wings at a cheerful £9.99.
I could even pretend I was buying for the children..multiple times..lots and lots of children..
Imagine on Bella’s ice-skates!..roller-skates..but call me fussy – I do want proper Hermes-the-winged-God homage with a pair on each side per shoe..
Oooh! A double pair..true temptation..
…And will they make me run faster???
Laters, Kate x
The True Cost of Fashion x
Working at the rock face of fashion I have realised that very few people actually know how the modern clothing business truly works, particularly in terms of cost..and therefore profit.
Researching a visual to explain things quickly I came across the website of Everlane, who produced the following pictures..
The aim behind the pictures was to illustrate how consumers are ‘ripped off’ along the chain of events that leads to a designer purchase. But is it entirely accurate?
From make to wholesaler = 224% margin
From Wholesaler to retailer = 333% margin.
Which are big margins – but the diagram doesn’t explain them – the margins do represent a percentage of the profit but it’s only a percentage not the full whack. The margins are also required to cover other costs:
Further shipping, more transport, import duties, administration, design time, development, currency exchange, banking fees, marketing, loss leaders, pattern cutters, equipment, fittings, pattern changes, warehousing and storage, rent, utilities, IT costs, even labels, zips, threads and buttons..and probably much more.
At the second tier, for the retailer there could be a brick and mortar shop to pay for, employees and all the associated costs, advertisng, their own loss leaders etc etc…
The pictures do prove that nothing in fashion is simple.
It is possible to cut these costs. If you’re mass market and contract out to a third world country I’ve heard you can get a t-shirt made for 2p. In fact clothes have never been cheaper and are now fully accessible to all. Which has to be a good thing..But at what cost? 1,100 people died in the Bangladeshi factory disaster…is it ethical? Is it exploitation? Where does the line get drawn?
There are other alternatives abroad – better factories, better conditions where many of the ‘luxury’ fashion labels get their product made. And yes, with their financial clout and established infra-structure maybe they can make those sort of profits..but even then think how much money goes into marketing to support their brands? And think about the problems that can go wrong – the delays, the accidents, the unexpected that all has to be factored in. And all the time all that money being spent on manufacture is money draining out of the UK economy.
So where does this leave a British based start-up fashion label like us?
We can’t buy our materials in bulk so there is no reduction in cost for us there.
We can’t make our stock in bulk so there is no reduction here either.
Our ‘factory’ is an ‘atelier’ – a room of skilled – masterful – sewers based in London who make everything by hand. Not at a cost not per garment, but per hour. Look at a sewing machine, look at an expensive piece of silk and look at the finished product – the tiny stitches, the French seams. It’s not a fast job. Each hour is £25.00 plus VAT. But that is the cost of a craftsperson at the top of their profession..
We have no choice, we have to start at the designer end, the hard end – so why bother?
We still believe that there is an element of magic in fashion. We believe we can make a profit by cutting out the wholesaler and selling direct – only time will tell. And we believe that at some point consumers acknowledge they are buying more than the tangible item itself..we believe that value can take on a new meaning, that design can be desirable, treasured and trusted…our atelier is so good they do work for Victoria Beckham. We have drive, we have passion and we have a designer in Anna who has an acknowledged pedigree having worked with the greats such as Karl Lagerfeld and Valentino..she knows this industry and she was born to design.
The truth is that the Everlane illustration was too simplistic – the bottom-line is that in the retail world not all products are created equally. And some are definitely created with more love and care than others. Only sales will confirm whether that is worth the price.
Laters, Kate x
Set in Stone x
We have set – gulp – a date for out first-ever showing of our first-ever MasonBentley Collection which feels hugely daunting and very exciting at the same time..
It’s been eighteen months since Anna and I first came up with our Grand Plan..it was a dark, cold December night and knocking back the wine on the steps of my utility room we were both bemoaning the creative frustration we were feeling. Mix into that a computer, a shared love of vintage and a bit more Chablis..and MasonBentley was born. Right from the start we knew that a business just based on vintage would limit us – we wanted to create – truly create. But we had to start somewhere..and we had to find out if our idea for selling the clothes via Direct Selling would work.
Roll on eighteen months..and here we are with our own embryonic range..still learning, still loving it..and discovering that the more we do, the more ideas we have..sometimes, just sometimes from little acorns big oak trees grow.
The actual concept behind this collection is very simple – we wanted flexible, cool, effortless British style.
We have shirts because we believe they are the true transseasonal item worn all year round. There’s no time limit on these babies.
We have stunning ‘dickies’ that either sit on our shirts..or on a jumper..or on a t-shirt..adaptable, aspirational and clever.
We have cotton dresses because they are the ultimate in capsule wardrobe dressing. Posh them up with a pair of sky high heels..or dress them right down with flip-flops, insouciance and a bit of attitude..these dresses don’t need to wait in a cupboard for the right occasion.
We have a kaftan and a bikini as a taster of our vision for Summer 14 because we are always thinking ahead.
But rather than me tell you, have a look at our first round of photos (with more to follow)..
The Harper.


Check out the gorgeous buttons.
The Trilby in tusk crepe de chine.

Our ‘Dickie’, that can sit on top of a shirt like the macaroon – or be worn separately to Jazz up a jumper..
With a black bow..
Or with a Dickie-link.
The Billie.
Our Kaftan.
So if any of you can get to SW London on 11 June from 7.30 pm – 9.30 pm, drop me a mail at kate@masonbentley.com and I will send you an invite.
It’s going to be a special night and we would love to see you there!
Laters, Kate x
What do you see?
I’ve been reading a great deal lately on the pros and cons of the Dove Real Beauty ad campaign..Does it represent a significant change in advertising by re-defining the unrealistic ideals regarding the way women should look?..Or is it a cynical reinforcement of the same old message that beauty is the most important asset for a women to have?
Personally, I can’t help but feel it’s an attempt at blue sky thinking by driven, claustrophobic, muttering male advertising execs who see it as an opportunity to make money by taking a ‘supporting’ stand.
Particularly when you compare the sugar coated rhetoric of the Dove ads, to the genius take it or leave it campaign for Karen Walker’s sunglasses based on the inspirational ladies from Ari Seth’s Advanced Style Blog.
Ilona Royce Smithkin, Artist, aged 92 wearing Northern Lights.
Wearing Galaxy.
Wearing Atomic.
Joyce Carpati, Singer, aged 80, wearing Northern Lights.
Wearing Eclipse.
Linda Rodin, Fashion Stylist, Founder and Owner of own beauty line RODIN Olia Iusso, aged 65, wearing Atomic.
Lynn Delll, Boutique Owner, aged 80, wearing Space Bug.
Wearing Deep Freeze.
I wish we could see more advertising like this with no pretence, no underlying message other than rich visual flair, charisma and exuberance – this subject shouldn’t really be a blog post, just like the Dove ad shouldn’t really be a Blog post.. but until advertisers stop religiously peddling youth as the only currency that sells, with beauty as it’s alter-ego then campaigns such as Karen Walker’s will just be brilliant flashes in the pan.
Until then, all I know is I want a little bit of what they’re having for no other reason than I think they are awesomely super cool…I think I have a crush..
Laters, Kate x
Oasis in the noise..
This post is dedicated to Laura Lynn as an extra pair of eyes for her to see the more hidden parts of London, until she can come and visit again x
There is a nearly secret garden literally buried deep in the heart of the City, almost under the far reaching shadows of St. Pauls Cathedral.
It’a called the Postman’s Park and was once the graveyards of St. Leonards Foster Lane St Botolph Aldersgate and Christ Church Newgate. Which sounds huge, but it’s only a little place with a rich atmosphere of peace and tranquility. Ordinary yet quietly extraordinary.
Through the gates and past the pond is a memorial created by George Fredrick Watts, a painter and social radical. In 1887 he had the idea to commemorate ‘heroic men and women’ for Queen Victoria’s Golden Jubilee year. No-one else felt it was a particularly good idea so he financed it himself.
Set into the wall are over fifty plaques catching frozen moments in time, each bringing a spotlight to the pendulum swings of fate and lifes’ vulnerabilities. Every plaque commemorates a selfless act of bravery and with simple words to make you bleed they open up a theatre in the mind as you picture the stories and comprehend the consequences.






It is a small place, a poignant place where history lives on.
Laters, Kate x




































