Category: Fashion

Stellar Stella x

 

 I am obsessed by supermarkets. I watch them change, adapting to the demands of society. Their purpose is to fill a need and make a profit, but at what cost? Where does the truth lie? The cynic in me thinks they’re not changing because they have a conscience, but because it’s another tag line to peddle, another profit pocket to plunder, and so I watch with interest the bright, shiny, plastic packaging of their organic and vegan food, designed to appeal. Which means I sigh with pleasure when someone with real clout can dig deeper than green-washing headlines and cultivate, from their rich soil upwards, a brand embedded and held up by sustainable beliefs.  But the shining joy of Stella McCartney is not just her glowing ethos, but her vision, because she points to a future away from obvious hippy, home spun stereotypes that says caring can be luxurious; she blurs boundaries, fuses opposites and visibly demonstrates that anything is possible, if we want it enough.

 

 

(All pics Pinterest and Vogue)

Bring it on.

Laters, Kate x

Style Icon: Zoe Kravitz x

 

Maybe it started with knowing which kitchen you loved in Big Little Lies; for me, it was always Bonnie’s warm welcoming one…and so it started, because although Zoe Kravitz was just playing a part, part of her natural soul was on show too: the piercings, the tatts, an effortless grace. And then there was her singing the Elvis Presley cover of ‘Don’t’ in the final episode of season 1.  I still have it saved to a play list on Spotify…

 

 

Authentic, honest and holding a space in the world that is all her own.

Laters, Kate x

 

Tamsin Abbott

 

From the ridiculousness of my last post to the sublime: There are times when I see an artist, their work, their lifestyle and feel a pull, as if but for a sliding doors moment, I’m looking at a life I could’ve lived. This is the work of stained glass artist, Tamsin Abbott, inspired by the mystery of nature, folklore and fairytales.

 

Tamsin lives in rural East Herefordshire with her family and works from an idyllic studio in her garden.

 

(All pics Tamsin’s website and Pinterest)

Is it wrong to say I’m now saving my pennies. And stalking her?

Laters, Kate x

Lap of the Gods x

 

I was drawn to these photos of John Caudwell’s £250m London Mansion because they raised so many conflicting thoughts, like when is a home a home and when is it a hotel? When is a home a sanctuary and when is it an art installation? When does the line get crossed between just because you can, should you? And what about, just because it’s expensive, does it have value? The amount of money on view here is obscene: tens of hundreds of millions of pounds, we’re talking the best of everything.  And yet…what went wrong?


 

(This was probably the room that blew my mind the most: All the space, all the choices…and it looks like a bad taste Las Vegas take out joint with no natural light, no ambiance, no thought about the vital need for people to get up, push their chairs back and move around. But hey, there’s a river running through it. With real fish)


Conference room or sitting room?


(All pics Pinterest)

Porn set or spa?

It makes you very grateful for what you have.

Laters, Kate x

Ice, ice baby!

 

We’re heading to the slopes. Can’t wait! Although this will be the year that the children will leave me trailing in their fast floating ice crystals.  But such is the natural way of the world – I will still fight them down the slope with good grace!

 

 

But of course, one considers all the cool outfits it’s possible to buy.

 

 

But the truth is, on the slopes, anything goes.  Because you’re not there as a fashion statement – we’re all effectively wearing portable eiderdowns – but to stay warm and have fun, fun, fun!


 

I’ve been pulling all our ski gear out of the cupboards in preparation: My Jacket and salopettes are a cast off from The Husband and are over thirty years old, we have ski socks and thermals of a similar vintage.  The Husband’s set marks thirty years.  The children are now in my discards at a youthful twenty years.  We’re given the message that technology has moved on and we need to move with the times, that this is progress…. but lets be honest, apart from when we were living in Italy, despite their age, none of these clothes has yet seen a years wear.  And we schlepped all this gear to Finland last year, skiing in minus eighteen, minus twenty…it can’t be that bad: It proves buy well, buy once.

 

 

So whilst the above pictures look great and dandy and represent my dreams. This is more the reality.

 

(All pics Pinterest)

As is this!

Laters, Kate x

Oscar night x

A few of my personal faves from the 2020 red carpet.  In my dreams, the gorgeous Billy Porter is giving me deportment lessons and teaching me how to walk in heels. I managed to see Parasite, the winner of the best film award last week, and whilst I enjoyed it – there are some gasp aloud moments, I actually preferred the subtler but brilliant Chinese, ‘The Farewell’  which didn’t even get nominated.  Life will always remain a conundrum.

 

(Love this dress, the shape, the pocket, the colour.  I always like the ones that subvert just enough.  But the shoes? Is it just me or do they look like something from the geriatric aisles of a pharmacy??)

 

 

A love it or loath it dress. With the suggestions of a squid in flight, it’s love it from me.

 

(All pics Vogue)

So Mr Pitt, nobody could persuade you to go the extra mile and just trim the mullet? Shame on you.

 

Laters, Kate x

 

Style Icons x

The Olsen twins.  Couldn’t tell you who was who, but combined they’re a force to be reckoned with: Effortless layering, unafraid of volume, an eye for proportion and natural insouciance.


(All pics Pinterest)

A million miles away from the Kardashians, this is my tribe of cool.

Laters, Kate x

Somewhere Summer..

 

The first snow drops, hints of blue, lighter mornings, the subtle suggestions of a season on the turn.  I was reading yesterday that I would not be able to claim the emerging spring as a fact because there is no such thing as proof, no matter how much we look for it.  Because proof can only exist when there is no doubt, and there is always doubt. Which I rather love, because it means the world is a chaotic, insane place, no matter how much we try to control it.  It also means there’s no proof for my claim that there’s a zeitgeist on the air for summer clothes, but I can still put a finger up to the wind and feel it: Unstructured, loose, layered with soft, softened cotton and colours that carry age, a step away from dynamic and full blooded. A nod to ancient cultures, simplicity of form but attention to proportion and complimentary dimension.


(All pics Pinterest)

Bring it on.

Laters, Kate x