Sunday, January 25, 2015

Brick Lane should come with a health warning: don't come anywhere near it when tired. It's sensory overload on 100% volume, with a strobe light and the taste of curry on your tongue.

So I've lived in London for a year and a half now and I feel I know the city pretty well. I know the difference between North, South, East and West. I can successfully nightbus from A to B. I have a map of shortcuts in my head. Tick. Tick. Tick. Perhaps the most the important lesson I've learnt about the city is that it'll never stay static enough for you to completely understand it. London can always catch you off-guard, like a good magician. Or a seasoned mugger.

Brick Lane is a bag of such surprises. The area's known for a few things: it's status as Banglatown, vintage shops, offbeat cafes. But it's also home to some of the most impressive street art in London.

You can spend a day roaming Brick Lane and still not See It All, so I decided to get some insider knowledge. A few friends and I booked ourselves onto an Alternative London Tour. It's a great company - the tours are conducted by street artists that work in the area and you only pay as much as you think the tour is worth.

Our guide was the London artist Josh Jeavons and over the course of two hours, in extremity-obliterating temperatures, he showed us his favourite pieces around Brick Lane.

For Jeavons, the area was an exhibition space. He spoke about how different pieces of street art became more prominent as the light changed or as streetlights were turned on. Although he led us to the usual attractions, such as Roa's giant bengali crane on Hanbury Street, Jeavons also drew our attention to more subtle graffiti: little bronze figurines on the tops of streetlights left by Jonsey or the message '99% of people won't notice this' on a wall tattooed with all the incarnations of 'Je suis Charlie.'

{At one point in the tour, the guide broke-off to say,"Alright, Russ." The group turned around to see Russell Brand, who briefly joined us. Only in London.}

{A soon-to-be knocked down VHil}


Transience is a big feature of street-art, whether the work's illegal or commissioned. Jeavons described it as a piece's 'lifetime'. Even if the council or property owner doesn't paint over it, graffiti can be easily covered by another tag or a mural altered by another artist. The artist Lily Mixe even works in paper pasted onto walls that, organically, weathers away. A lot of the work is politically charged, so it makes perfect sense that there is some sort of visual discussion happening. The more respected the artist, the more untouched his or her work tended to be.

The last stop on the tour was the work above. Jeavons's described it as a 'game-changer'. The artist, who's tag name is VHil, had chip away at a wall to create the face - the depth of colour and shadow you can see is just the difference between exposed brick, plaster and whitewash. But in two weeks it won't exist anymore, as the building is scheduled to be demolished to make way for something new: a trend in the increasingly gentrified east.
  
{Hat, Topshop. Coat, Vintage C.1970s. Shirt, Vintage C.1990s
Skirt, Topshop. Shoes, Topshop [included in this edit]}


London's spectacular attempt to become artic demands the sheepskin. Horrendous bed-hair (the curse of the curly) requires the hat. 

Here's one to listen to while on a street art safari: Kill Them With Colour, Always Something.

Wear: The Area {Brick Lane}

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Wednesday, January 21, 2015

 
 
When backpacks first started making a comeback, (around two-and-a-half years ago, if my memory serves me well) I was a little bit dubious. I'd spent the last few years of secondary school avoiding them like the plague, preferring instead to opt for over-sized doctor's bags that gave me the daily gift of upper-back pain.

Fast-forward to now and I am a firm convert. They are the perfect vessels for laptop-hauling, book-smuggling and water-bottle-transporting.

I even had a love-affair with my current backpack. At £90 (with student discount) from Topshop, it was out of my sensible spending range, even if my old bag was only held together with safety-pins and determination. It was also an impractical bright blue, hairy, spotted, tasselled, soft-leather and water-absorbing creation (admirers have dubbed him 'Sully', after the Monsters Inc. character.) But I adored it - love is a reaction not a choice. I bored friends with tales of its beauty and embarked on a pilgrimage to the Oxford Circus shop everyday for a week.

But one day, the backpack wasn't there. It was a special item for the flagship store, you see, not available for purchase online or elsewhere. After imploring a sales-assistant, the last one was brought from the stockroom. And, dear reader, I bought it. Even it meant eating Special-K for a two weeks to afford it. And for all it's impractical blueness, Sully's a staple for my wardrobe now.

So the moral of the fable is: a good backpack will be a loyal companion. Or something else that justifies impulsive, emotion-driven buying. Let's roll with that.

Here's my picks for this week. All of them characters: boring be damned.
 
 
 
 
Although the clean-cut whiteness of this bag raises its rating on the impracticality scale (unless you are one of these people who never spill anything), that's also its strength. It'll pretty much work well with anything. The design is simple but the Dalmatian print flap really makes it something to notice and envy. It's not at all surprising that ASOS is running low on these.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
As a brand, Lazy Oaf celebrates weirdness. Other bags include a tote that declares 'Not Normal' and another that says 'Take me to the fucking chicken shop.' This bag would make you smile every time you looked at it. It's all colours and real 3D pom-poms. Sure, all your contents would get soaked in the rain but hey, that's why we invented indoors.
 
 
 

 
 
Look at this backpack - its sensible colour, sensible pockets, sensible size, sensible material. Oh so sensible. But it's tooled with this beautiful fern pattern - the perfect balance between statement and need, a great prop for convincing others you make amazing financial decisions.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Not only the pattern and dark suede combination perfectly on point, this backpack has a wonderful story to it. It's entirely made by tradesmen in Bolivia, so you're supporting a community as well. Beara Beara say they want 'to provide an antidote to the throwaway market of the high-street and aim to help create a sense of fun, style, individuality and belonging in people’s lives.' That's exactly it - you'll want a piece you can keep coming back to again and again.
 
 
 
Here's an uplifting song to lighten your load: Bobby McFerrin's Don't Worry Be Happy.

The Weekly Covet: Backpacks

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Sunday, January 18, 2015

One of the great advantages of the internet age is the wealth of inspiration we have at our fingertips. It’s like that degrees of separation game, in which everyone, even undiscovered tribes in the rainforest, are somehow connected to Kevin Bacon. Out in the virtual ‘there’, masterpieces of art, literature and music are just waiting for you to start procrastinating. So are movies, especially 80s cult classics that you can stream on Amazon Instant Video. Who knew The Karate Kid  was pure fashion gold?

"Wax on, wax off."
 
Here's Cal and 1984 getting acquainted. The dark jacket and jeans combo provide a strong background for the over-sized lumberjack shirt and bright blue paisley bandana.


{Bandana, eBay. Jacket, Fred Perry. Shirt, Vinatage c.1980s. T-Shirt, Next.
Jeans, River Island. Socks, Next. Shoes, Nike.}
 
What other song could it be? Carl Douglas' Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting.

Dressing in the Light: The Karate Kid

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I really should spend more time with Soho. Going there is like when you have your iPod on shuffle and this disco-great comes on, that you completely forgot you even had and you realise that you should be listening to it all the time. Love me some Soho. Get in those grooves.

The ‘God’s Own Junkyard’ exhibition at Lights of Soho celebrates the work of the late neon-sign maker Chris Bracey. The pieces address Soho’s hedonistic side: ‘Girls, Girls, Girls’, ‘Sexy’, ‘Love’ and even ‘Sex, Drugs and Bacon Rolls’ shine off walls. Bracey was commissioned to produce work for Eyes Wide Shut, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and four Batman films but it was in Soho that Bracey made his name. At one point, he was the main producer of neon signage for the area’s famous sex shows.
Yet it’s not sordid – it’s carnivalesque. The vibrant designs can be enjoyed in themselves, as a celebration of colour, light and indulgence. As I looked at a fluorescent ‘Lucky’  above an old bicycle, a little girl ran up to statue of Christ on a pedestal of lights: "Look at Jesus, Mum!"
Upstairs, the walls are plastered in signs but when you step into the basement, the pieces become sparser. It feels a bit like a storage area. Perhaps the most arresting piece is a neon-framed mirror in the shape of a coffin, a reminder of Bracey’s absence.


I decided to channel Bracey's enthusiasm for Americana today. I call this ensemble: 'because there is nothing more Rock n Roll than novelty knitwear.' Take notes, Jagger.


{Srunchie, American Apparel. Shirt, ASOS. Cardigan, ASOS.
Jeans, Topshop. Socks, Topshop. Shoes, Converse}

Speaking of Disco greats - Pointer Sisters' Jump.



Wear: The Gallery {Lights of Soho}

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Saturday, January 17, 2015


The statement flat is having a moment and despite being all of 5’4’’, I am a fan. Here are three reasons why:

1.      I'm clumsy. I trip over, through, down and around things a lot. Heels tend to worsen my balance and my knees end up looking like a seven-year-old's.

2.      I just like being able to do activities. Call me old fashioned but I enjoy the prospect of being able to stay on my feet all day without my toes cramping or my arches collapsing or waking up to find bunions. Besides I’ve been told the aforementioned size and general Laure aura makes me look quite ‘muggable’. Maybe I want to be able to run away from the muggers. Maybe that’s okay.

3.       From a purely design point of view, I feel you can do so much more with a flat. There’s more scope with texture, material and unexpected extras. A heel seems to be femininity at its worst and best, yet there’s something playful in a well put together flat.

I’m currently going through a phase I affectionately call ‘day-wear sequins’, so perhaps I’m not the best judge of the subtle differences between day and night attire. But styled casually, these lace-ups would work well during the day and definitely would not look out of place amongst your heeled compadres should you find yourself socialising in the dark.
 
 
 

Kurt Geiger Lover Flat, £29.00
Your workaday brogue with that touch of embellishment. And it's on sale at less than a third of the original price.

 

Topshop PAPIER Premium Shoes, £82.00
There's so much to love here: the soft grey against the white, the block heel and the fine studs on the toe.



Dr Martens IRENE Shoe, £245.00
A bit of a price jump but these Doc's are marvellous and only get better the more you read about them. The leather is offset by silk made by Stephen Walters & Sons, which was founded in 1720. You wouldn't want to take these out in the rain.


Topshop FLASH Holographic Lace- Up Shoes, £28.00
I actually own a pair of these and they have been the subject of many compliments. It looks as if your wearing shoes dipped in an oil-slick and they catch the light so beautifully.

 
 

Here's some walking around music: Alt J's Every Other Freckle.


The Weekly Covet: Flats

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Friday, January 16, 2015


 
 
{Left: Senate House Library.
Right: A View from the Fifth Floor}

You can't wander around Bloomsbury without noticing Senate House. It's all edges in an imposing white - apparently it served as the inspiration for the Ministry of Truth in George Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-FourIt's probably not too surprising then that it was briefly occupied by students during the protests against high university fees and education cuts in December 2013. Senate House is also home to one of the best libraries in London. Once you're inside, you completely forget about that evil villain architecture. My favourite space is a reading room on fourth floor. It's filled with leather sofas made for you to curl up and read and lose track of time on.





Comfort and ease are of high priority when dressing for a library binge. It's suddenly dropped to an artic temperature in London so the vintage sheepskin is more of a necessity than a choice. The kilt is actually my old school kilt - as my budget became tighter and tighter, I found myself recycling pieces I never thought I would again touch with a barge pole.

{Coat, Vintage C.1970. Top, Topshop.
Kilt, Chas H. Baker. Shoes, H&M}


Here's a tune to add to that reading playlist. Duan & Only has the ultimate voice to relax to. Oxytocin. 


Wear: The Library {Senate House}

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Sunday, January 04, 2015

 
2014 was hit hard by nineties nostalgia. Scrunchies, SunnyD, the Spice Girls: those where the days. It was also a decade of early childhood and sibling outfits for us. So here’s a contemporary brother-sister combo that any mother would be proud of. We hope you feel the awkward sibling photo vibe as much as we do – we count this photo from Awkward Family Photo amongst our sources of artistic inspiration.
 
 
{Laure: Jacket, Vintage c.1980s. Scarf, Johnstons. Shirt, ASOS. Skirt, Miss Selfridge. Shoes, H&M.
Cal: Jacket, Vintage c.1970s. Scarf, TOPMAN. Jumper, Vintage c.1980s. Jeans, River Island. Shoes, Nike.}

Here's a classic nineties tune for some background listening: Whitfield's Saturday Night.  

Awkward Sibling Outfits

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