Showing posts with label The Sartorialist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Sartorialist. Show all posts

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Then We Came to The End

The September issues have hit the shelves, my traditional signifier that summer is officially O.V.E.R. And I can breathe a little easier. There was one dodgy period when the forecasters were frightening me with their talk of heatwaves, but thankfully that didn’t last for much more than a week. Yes, summer is over and I survived with my opaque tights still intact. I just don’t do summer – much more of an autumn / winter girl and there are so many treats to look forward to this season - The September Issue, scarves, The Sartorialist goes from blog to book, velvet, fashion week, Coco on the cover of Love, our first look at Dasha's Pop, autumn leaves on Holland Park Avenue, even woollier tights. I kinda knew it was all going to be fine when I saw the cover of July’s Vogue, usually the sunniest and therefore, for me, the worst issue of the year. But there were no scary cover lines proclaiming the Summer of Love, no swimsuits. Just Julianne Moore photographed by Alasdair McLellan in all her fiery, autumnal glory. But how did Alex and Co. capture the mood and sense that summer would be such a washout? If life at Vogue House ever gets too much, a career at the Met Office could be on the cards. NOK

Thursday, June 11, 2009

On Yer Bike

Boris Johnson and various cycling committees urged people to cycle to work today and yesterday in an effort to reduce the transport chaos that was a result of the two day tube strike. That’s all very well and good, but I don’t have a bike in London. Granted I don’t have a job either, but I still have important places to go, like, you know, lunch dates and shops and stuff and so today my thoughts have turned to bicycles. I know the strike is over but wouldn’t it be nicer to explore the city by bike rather than join the London Lite-reading brigade underground, especially as summer hits. Again I am imagining the fake me on the bicycle, you know the tanned long-legged really-into-yoga one, rather than the actual small pale one who has been known to lock a bicycle up and then completely forget where she left it, only to stumble upon the vandalised frame a couple of weeks later.

The street style snappers are obviously in agreement as girls with bicycles have been featured on both The Sartorialist and Facehunter recently. LE

Image from The Sartorialist

Images from Facehunter

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

The Other Side of the Coin

When people tell me that they’re taking a year off and decamping to Australia, I don’t feel envious. In fact, I usually feel sorry for them – they’re going to have to deal with the heat and the sand and the weight gain that is an inevitable result of the beer and barbies and then they’re going to have to wear a bikini, despite the weight gain, because of the heat and the sand. I think to myself how happy I am to reside in Ireland where it’s never too hot and I don’t have to worry about revealing all in a bikini. I also smugly presume that they don’t have much by way of culture or fashion over there in Oz and congratulate myself on my northern hemisphere superiority.

But in the last few weeks, I have begun to realise that maybe there is a side to Australia that I have hitherto ignored and perhaps there is more to the Antipodes than Alf Stewart and Irish expats. I have come across a few nice Aussie blogs, such as Capture the Castle, and I’ve noticed that I actually wear a lot of Australia-based or Australian designers. One of my favourite dresses is by Virginie Castaway, a French woman who liked Australia so much when she went there on a year out that she decided to set up shop there. And barely a week goes by when I don’t wear my Antipodium floral blouse. Granted Antipodium designer, Geoffrey J. Finch, lives and works in Shoreditch, but he cites his Queensland childhood as major influence on his work. Top that off with the beautiful photos that street style snapper couple, Garance Dore and The Sartorialist, have been taking on their trip to Australian Fashion Week, and you’ve got yourself a convert. Maybe I’m not quite ready for an entire year Down Under, but perhaps a little trip would be a nice place to start.

Images from The Sartorialist and Garance Dore

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Tweet Tweet

Henry Holland not only shares our taste in music, but also our unrealistic fashion aspiration of appearing on The Sartorialist. According to a recent Twitter update he “wants to have his picture taken by scott schuman and i don't care if i sound like a twat.” I discovered this on Grazia, not Twitter. Despite the proliferation of articles about Twitter recently, I have yet to set up a Twitter account. In fact I am embarrassingly ignorant about the phenomenon. Is “Twitter update” even a phrase? Although I have a blog, I am something of a Luddite when it comes to the internet – I find it easier to negotiate Hotmail than Gmail and I have never uploaded a photo to Flickr – but with Henry Holland, Stephen Fry and Marc Jacobs all twittering away, I think it’s about time I acquainted myself with it.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Best Blogs

Today’s Sunday Times Culture has a feature on the top 100 blogs in the world, chosen from the 200 million that are currently in existence. There are six listings in the Style category, including one of my favourite blogs out there, The Sartorialist. Go Fug Yourself also makes the cut. I can never make up my mind about Go Fug Yourself because whilst their observations are very funny, I think that it’s blogs like these with their insistent criticism that are responsible for the boring and safe dress code our modern celebrities have adopted. Two of the six Style blogs deal with men’s tailoring, reiterating the suspicion that men are turning to the internet for fashion advice/commentary because it is a subject neglected in the mainstream media. is written by a Savile Row tailor and documents (a little too seriously for my liking) the process of creating bespoke suits, whilst ponders important matters like should your socks match your trousers. Notably absent from the list is Susie Bubble, who is surely one of the most successful fashion bloggers out there, both in terms of the number of visitors she gets and the press attention she receives.

Gwyneth’s Goop gets a mention in the Cult section, alongside Paul Daniels and Jeffrey Archer’s blogs. I think Cult must be some sort of code word for crap blog by a celebrity. Meanwhile, the Irish blog community is looking forward to the Blog Awards, which take place in Cork next weekend. We’re on the longlist for the Best Fashion Blog, alongside many other lovely offerings.

Update: Congratulations to all those who were shortlisted and to the winners on the night.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Show us some ankle, love....

Right, so it’s the big V day this Saturday and time to start wracking your brains for present ideas for the man in your life. Or not – I never buy my Valentine anything despite expecting a generous gift, but for those of you who do and providing your boyfriend is capable of carrying off a fashion-forward trend, then ankle skimming trousers are the only way to go. I first wrote about them when I discovered menswear designer, Thom Browne, in LA last November, and since then these beauties have been cropping up everywhere. I even spied a pair in H & M recently. There are lots of dapper Italians working the look over at The Sartorialist at the moment, but a word of warning: do not attempt to give a pair to those men who wear novelty socks or bad shoes as the look depends on footwear. Then again, if your significant other is a fan of novelty socks, you probably shouldn’t reward him with any presents at all.

Images from The Sartorialist

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Say Cheese

One of our favourite bloggers and street fashion chroniclers, Scott Schuman aka The Sartorialist, this week announced that he is to publish a book. He has just signed a contract with Penguin for the book which will be “around 500 pages of images with a little writing”. There are to be two versions – an affordable paperback and a fancy schmancy limited edition one. He promises to take in London, Dublin and Paris on his September 09 book tour. We are so there – being photographed by The Sartorialist is up there with other unrealistic fashion ambitions like receiving a compliment from Kate Moss or being talked about it in Vogue’s Miss V column! Now all we have to do is figure out what to wear.....

Scott Schuman in Fantastic Man

Friday, November 28, 2008

Mulling Things Over

The Christmas season is well and truly upon us – shops have started staying open late, the Brown Thomas Christmas window has been unveiled and Christmas party invites have been popping into the mailbox. Along with the mulled wine and mince pies, comes the inevitable what-will-I-wear conundrum. In this Facebook age, it’s hard to get away with wearing the same dress to different parties because although there might be a diverse crowd at each bash, chances are they are all on Facebook and have seen the photos of you in the black dress with the red shoes already. Maybe I’m just being stupid and nobody notices what I wear in my various Facebook photos but I still feel the pressure to pull a few different OFs out of the bag for the festive season.

The high street is heaving with party dresses at this time of year but the thing is they all look kind of the same – satin or sparkly, above-the-knee, tight and a bit blah. I’ve seen lots of ladies in trousers on The Sartorialist recently and have got to thinking that perhaps that’s the way to go this Christmas. I did try trousers earlier in the year but abandoned the idea when the two pairs I tried on in Topshop just didn’t fit properly. That was during London Fashion Week and the canapés and free drink had combined to make me a bit too porky for the Tuxedo trousers I was desperately trying to stuff myself into. Disheartened, I returned to my smock dresses, tail between my legs. Three months on, I feel that perhaps it’s time to try the trousers again. I’m never going to abandon my wardrobe of dresses completely but it would be nice to seem nonchalantly sexy, like the chic Parisians below, in amidst the crowds of trussed up Christmas party goers.

Images from The Sartorialist

Monday, November 17, 2008

2008 Magazine Covers

The American Society of Magazine Editors (ASME) announced their favourite US magazine covers back in October. New York (magazine) was the big winner, scooping the top award - Cover of the Year 2008 - and the fashion cover award. The New Yorker, Vanity Fair and GQ were all featured too. Click here for the full list of winners and finalists. We have been obsessed with mags since the days when we were forced to pool our pocket money in order to afford American Vogue and have our own list of favourite 2008 covers.

First up is Audrey Marnay on the cover of Lula. We love Lula and are eternally grateful to Leith Clark and the gang for letting us into their dream world twice a year. This season they gave us a choice of covers – we could opt for eighteen-year old Ali Michael or French super, Audrey Marnay. Both covers had a harder edge than previous Lula offerings but we had to plump for Audrey in the end. The red hair, strong eye make-up and haunted expression combined to make her the most interesting cover girl of 2008.

Fantastic Man is the ultimate antidote to the lad’s mag. One for well-dressed men or indeed anybody who cares about beautiful pictures and people, such as previous cover boys, Stefano Pilato, Tom Ford and The Sartorialist, Scott Schuman. Our favourite though was photographer, Vinoodh Matadin. The black and white portrait is simple and classic – just like the magazine itself – and the typography and layout are supremely elegant. FHM it is not.

The autumn issue of POP tapped into my love for hot nuns and put Agyness Deyn, Jourdan Dunn, Naomi Campbell, Natalia Vodianova, Amber Valletta and Oluchi Onweagba on 6 different covers styled by Miuccia Prada and shot by Sebastian Faena. It’s hard to pick my favourite but I think I have to go for Agy. I rarely find her sexy but the Prada lace jumpsuit and red lipstick make her the hottest nun in the convent.

There has to be a booby prize and there could only be one winner this year - Keira Knightley on September’s American Vogue. The outfit (although Balenciaga) is incredibly ugly and terribly confusing - it looks like a velvet dress...tucked into a belt...tucked into another belt...all over a denim skirt? Don’t get me started on that fluffy hair and what’s with all the bling? The only explanation is that Anna Wintour is getting revenge for Knightley’s low-selling June 2007 issue.