Category: London
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
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
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
Trending..
A trend used to be something that you felt in your throat and stomach, elevating the wearer to a little invisible floating pedestal carried on a cloud of desire. These days things seem a lot more transient, celebrity/media driven..and now they call it trending…
One trend I have never got my head round is guys wearing their trousers round their thighs aping inmates in US prisons. What is that all about? I understand, nay appreciate the glimpse of a band of a mens underwear (clean, not y-fronts) but your whole bottom? Too much information..and why would anyone want to make their body longer and legs shorter to increase their ability to walk like a penguin? Darwin would not be amused.
Of course this has come back to bite me in my own proverbial as my youngest, Charlie aged 3 (birthday next week) is incapable of keeping his trousers up. In fact I was a spectator in the episode below.. I hope it comes across as to quite how much he was playing to his audience.. like a strutting peacock…


The man walking down the road is a neighbour. His eyes nearly popped out. By the time we got to his friend’s house a few more doors down they were down by his ankles. And he still didn’t pull them up!
Laters, Kate x
PS The lovely Cailyn from Ethereal Dream has nominated us for a Sunshine Blog Award – we are really honoured and will follow up with a post shortly but we wanted to say a big THANK YOU! XXX
Swedish Hasbeens x
I was aware of fashion from a very early age …rolling down my hated knee socks in primary school in longing of cute ankle ones – and lusting over those nearly not there socks with the pom-pom at the back? Sigh. And there was the utter object of my desire..navy blue clogs. I’d watch those lucky girls nonchalantly flick them off to do cartwheels on the grass..before sliding them back on and jauntily walking off with that bone dry rhythm. I knew it was wrong to be fiddling with a buckle.
Time has made a difference..and I just got me some new summer shoes…CLOGS! A long held desire has been appeased and a wrong has finally been righted..Do you know the brand Swedish Hasbeens? They have a lovely story..(although it has given me visions of Anita lighting up a four-legged beast from the desert)..
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The designs are delicious…

A clunky shoe that’s elegant..want this one.
Love this colour – they also do in canary yellow!
Want these. And some more retro style ads from their website:
I went for simplicity and a lower heel – I’ve never worn Hasbeens before and I suspect a wooden sole takes a bit of getting used to, also I was ordering off the internet…and truth be told – I’m not too good on really high heels and I want these as regular day shoes..the colour is divine…not white, but a soft, buttermilk.. they’ll go with everything..
But if they suit…and they become my best-ever-summer-shoe-purchase-since-the-arrival-of-flatforms..guess where they’ve opened their first UK shop? Only in Hanbury street in Spitalfields…I hear a siren call..
Laters, Kate x
P.S. Tip from Anna, the half-Swedish girl who knows..to wear them in (the leather is good n strong) start wearing them in the house with extra thick socks!
Vogue Festival 2013
Yesterday Anna and I slapped on the lippy, added a little MasonBentley number, clicked our heels and headed off to the Vogue Festival at the South Bank to hear the e-commerce oracle Natalie Massenet give a talk.


Loved the fact that the ad girls that I adore from Bottega Veneta were on the other side of the glass…their beauty was still illuminating..
Impressions? I have never been in such a large group of people where fashion was an over-riding obsession, it created a touchable energy I wished I could bottle. In fact it would be easy to intimidated – I know I used to worry much more about failure – and maybe it’s one of the joys of growing older that you can to stand back, observe and place feelings within context from the memory bank.
It struck me – and I have to be honest here – that there was the lack of heart stopping visions of fashion that really floated my boat. Everyone was all very very – there was neon, there was sheer, there was monochrome, there were see-through clutches..but surely if it’s been labelled a ‘trend’ you are following fashion rather than creating it?
For me great fashion has always had that element of unattainability – all precision cut, impeccably crafted, rich visual rewards with cleverness and innovation, Glamour, mystique and cool sophistication, beautifully crafted visions of perfection. But I did’t see that..instead I saw the need for celebrity spread across clothes like landing beacons for transient moments of limelight and a little bit of me wanted to grow wings and fly away.
Maybe the fashion I lust after is elitist which is why it’s been sidelined to a corner? Maybe fast fashion, bright colours and basic material is the only way? We had hoped that Anna might get ‘papped’ in our Valentina dress..I still believe that quality shines. But it was disappointing when we saw that the only outfits being noticed were the most extreme…the towering platform heels, the tiny skirts, the bling…do they really represent what women want to wear? what makes them comfortable? cool? It feels very wrong when we don’t like good any more…that we don’t hold it in esteem.
The talk was great – I would give my eye-teeth to have a two-to-one with Natalie Massenet..if you want to see it for your self all her slides are available on Instagram at @nataporter_mystorysofar. A huge amount of what she said completely resonated with us and our vision for the future. We were inspired.
Then, on the way out..’Madame..Can we take your picture?’…Only USA Vogue!
As Steve Martin said…be so good they can’t ignore you…
Oh! How I LOVE!
I have more dresses from our first collection…not perfectly shot because these were taken literally on the rails at the factory…but perfectly made…
This is the (Frilly) Billie in black broderie anglais…effing awesome in my entirely biased opinion! I will die to wear this dress..the piping…sooo chic!
The Grace in black..just a completely different dress…simple, elegant…wonderful!
This is our no-named shirt…Lace is our reflection on now..this print represents our vision for the future and a very british essence we wanted to capture. What has delighted us (can you tell?!) is that we wanted the core of our first collection to be cross-seasonal so we could carry it forward whilst growing new ideas…the other concept we wanted to embrace is escalator dressing..the ability to wear an item dressed up out to dinner..or casually with a pair of jeans or flip-flops..the final criteria is that where humanely possible everything will have pockets..love. love. LOVE! – check out the cuffs and the shoulders..
The Valentina, tarted up…don’t you want to just touch it? stroke it? Wear it? She is gorgeous!
Laters, a delighted Kate xxx
London Street Style..
The weather over the weekend was just sublime…blue, blue skies with a hint of cotton wool. Shame The Husband wasn’t here to see it – he’s in China for a week (woke up to the earthquake headline on Sunday – had to double check to make sure he was far away – big country, thank God) but having him away certainly makes it tougher holding the fort and everything together….but not as tough as running the London Marathon..we headed to the South Bank to see the runners and meet up with family who were in London for the day..I couldn’t resist taking some pictures..
Commented on the smallest hotel in London before here – but I’ve now found a picture of the inside thanks to Gyneth Paltrow’s website Goop..and thankfully the end isn’t a bedroom..
Underneath, in utter contrast, the building it sits on looks like this..

Two minutes walk away is a regular Book Fair..
And buskers..
Lots of buskers doing their thang..
This guy – Flame Proof Moth (you can just about make him out) was literally lying on a lounger in the Thames, strumming away..
We watched in awe and respect at the mad people runners. 
Spotted this guy was wearing the most amazing William Morris style sweatshirt..never seen anything like it…have William Morris on the brain at the moment..but that is ridiculous!
Turned around and it was like the Queens jubilee all over again..without the rain.
Charlie with his Auntie Sue.
We want to say a huge congratulations to all that completed the race – in our eyes you are Gods – Our thoughts were also with Boston – being there really brought it all home xxx..and finally the crowds of supporters whom nothing could have put off..it was incredible to be a part of and breathe it all in.
Laters, Kate x
The Honey Pot of Spitalfields..
Phew! Slowly some sanity can come back to my life. I hope. The kids are both finally back to school – Bella on Tuesday and Charlie today which means at last I have some breathing space..it’s been fun having them around whilst I’ve been trying to work (my office is at home surprise surprise) but there are times when you need head space to focus..and ‘Mummy I’ve done a Poo’ isn’t the greatest thing to have on an ever crescendoing repetition when you’re on the phone to your financial business manager, particularly when it then escalates to ‘Wipe my bottom NOW’..it got to the point where I was being pestered every five minutes…I need a drink…I’m hungry…I want an orange pen..I want a blue one..no…I want the red pen that Bella has just broken..she’s broken MY pen..that I had to down tools and head out into the big smoke..but we did manage to have some adventures…
Yesterday Charlie and I went to Spitalfields in search of a vintage shop I’d heard about – I know, very child centric – But I work on the basis he’s learning that entertainment is an attitude (you can just see him quoting that back at me in years to come – i.e. when he’s choosing my old folks home..shoot.self.foot. ) But we went on the tube..there were red buses..there was the odd digger…
Anyways, we were navigating the back streets when we spotted a huddle of tourists and it dawned on me where we were..which was was genuinely unplanned..it was a place I had read about and had made a mental note to discover..but I had never thought we would just stumble across…
Folgate Street – though this is a picture of the street rather than the actual building because No. 18 is Dennis Severs’ House…not a museum or monument to our heritage or anything like that but more a living, breathing art exhibition exploring a house caught in a bubble of time in 1724..except there is more. The house is lit only by candle light and no talking is allowed – all so you can experience the subtle sounds and smells which are an interwoven part of the magic: Footsteps, a bell tolling, a bumble bee trapped in a chamber pot…perfume, a freshly opened bottle of wine, pomander oranges stuck with cloves..we had to go in..

The kitchen complete with real roaring fire.
A meal in midst of preparation.
Carefully making our way around in the candlelight.
The drawing room. A broken cup on the ground..
The remains of a drinking party complete with tipped up chairs and thrown coats and wigs.
A stunning bedroom, this above the fireplace.
It wasn’t pristine. Plaster was falling off the walls in some places, in other rooms there was dust and cobwebs..but it all just added to the genuine authentic atmosphere and sepia mood…we were convinced we caught the tailcoats of ghosts round every corner whispering to each other and were utterly captivated and enthralled. The house can be hired out for photographic sessions…could be an amazing back drop for an fashion shoot for a UK luxury label..
We did make it to the Vintage Shop – Absolute Vintage – where I managed to persuade Charlie to give me enough time to buy the dress in the first pic at the top…a beautiful smokey pink with cream polka dots and pockets.. perfect for early summer with a little cardigan and a pair of brogues..But I will return to Spitalfields again..we didn’t get to go round the famous market this time..and the shopping! – Woah! Has this area changed as regards shopping since I last strode these streets…from the little glimpse I got it looks out of this world!..bit of a theme for the day really..
Laters, Kate x























