belted.

My on-set work belt. I need a prettier one with apropriate pockets. I'm not sure this is what Screw Fix had in mind when they made a tool belt. I'm thinking a quilted leather Chanel style one is more job-appropriate.

shadows.

In a vague attempt to keep a record of what's going on around me, I'm going to try to take one photo a day.
I give myself about 3 days.
This was taken on location in a disused wing of a psychiatric hospital. Actually not as creepy as it sounds. I'll admit that someone else did all the settings on the camera for me. All I did was frame it up.
Cheat.

working girl

I have been a waitress since the beginning of my working life. Which is a few years now. Last month I quit the two best waitressing jobs I've ever had. One in a cafe in the middle of a forest with endless tea and cakes and cute ducks. The other a seriously characterful wine bar with the funniest staff and best food. I am now officially a Costume Designer. For the next two months at least. I'm in North London shooting a low budget feature and living with my costumes. It's cosy.

And it comes with perks. Namely two boxes of Puma stuff to use in the film. But personally, I'm more excited by half of it being set in the 90s. I used this post by the ever inspirational (and ever youthful) Tavi. I now have the boxset of My So Called life on my wishlist.

Plaid and floral? Yes.

It also means I get to watch Clueless. Any excuse to watch Clueless.

And Spiceworld. Purely for research. Of course.

the comfort zone.

Yesterday my day was taken up trawling through charity shops with a list as long as my arm, buying up costumes. I was stalking around the cheap shoe store Shoe Zone amongst the diamonted faux Uggs and clogg high heels for little girls (the idea of high heels for little girls makes me feel incredibly uncomfortable. In the way kid's beauty pagents and Miley Cyrus makes me feel uncomfortable) and there, in the old lady slipper corner were these beauties. I tired to stop myself but something about the idea of emerald green velvet, gold embroidery and the sheer comfort of them would not let me walk away.
And I figure £7 is a reasonable price to be ridiculous at.
Slippers as shoes.
It's the way forwards.





tribute.

Tribute to Alexander McQueen by Nick Knight, music by Björk from SHOWstudio on Vimeo.

The perfect creative trio. I think it capture the violent beauty of McQueen's work wonderfully. And I'm always a fan of McKnight's distorted but loving view on fashion. And Björk never ceases to amaze me.

heavy metal.

from jakandjil.com

I would very much like this in gold please. But minus the cigarette. There is something I enjoy very much about smoking. I know I shouldn't admit that. But despite my guilty enjoyment of it, it's mainly the cancer that stops me from doing it.

why am I not at Fashion Week? pt.I.

Today, in London, a dear and talented photographer friend acquired a pass to London Fashion Week. He talked of schools of people rushing in and out of shows, spotting Juliette Lewis, entourages, climbing into another photographer's tripod to get the shots he wanted, not having enough time to go to the Burberry show, every ridiculous but exciting thing I'd imagine would come from a first time visit to London Fashion Week.

Today in Bedgebury, I consistently poured hot chocolate all over my converse trainers (the fault of a terrible jug, not my incompetency at pouring)

I don't even like wearing trainers.