I've always wanted to write a day in the life or week in the life post and I've sort of touched upon this style before, but have never just gone for it. I'm not going to pull a it is my blog card and I can do what I like, as I have an editorial structure, though this might not be apparent to some!
However with my life in transition and the fact I 've had the busiest January ever, I've hardly had time to plan or think. I think my post on Friday was a good example of not being focused or together, it was a bit weak!
I've been writing a lot to meet looming magazine and web copy deadlines, and have had quite a few interruptions this week from magazines requiring style advice. I won't give away what the advice is nor my fashion pieces but after all my research for this coming season, little has changed since last Spring/Summer. I am of course very happy at the wealth of jumpsuits around and if you haven't converted then 2011 is the year. Try on anything and everything jumpsuit - you will find the style that suits you!
My shop for a client on Thursday was quite disappointing mainly due to stock levels. And the realisation nothing is that exciting out there. This is good for my purse but not so thrilling for those looking to get styled.
Talking of style and fashion the 1930s is going to sweep us all off our fashion feet. On Friday I saw The King's Speech. I've been looking forward to it not just because of the rave reviews but due to a tweet by Mrs Trefusis which reinforced the reviews and the chit chat on the street. Well, it was worth the money and some. The cinema was packed with people who probably hadn't set foot in the cinema for years. And at the end these delighted people clapped. Clapped I tell you. I was shocked but impressed. Colin Firth and Geoffrey Rush were spell binding with their acting. The script was impeccable save for two lines which built up to getting the words 'the firm' in, in reference to the Royal Family. I felt this was implausible. The set design was wonderful and the costuming of the abdicating king, King Edward VIII and Wallace Simpson was spot on. The whole 1930s feel was captured so well given the nature and focus of the film. Derek Jacobi was hideous (good acting I hasten to add) as the Archbishop of Canterbury. Helen Bonham Carter delivered every line to perfection. And I felt sorry for Eve Best as she mush have had to starve herself to be Mrs Simpson.
I feel desperate for more of the same and although I will probably go to see WE directed by Madonna, it will only be for the costumes not the film, which I suspect will be dire. Of course the glamour is all in the clothes of the rich in the 1930s but it is the last era of such opulence.
The cut of the clothes and the simplicity of the styling is an antidote to years of fashion porn peddled by Ford, Roitfeld et al. I loved the early 70s almost Yves San Laurant vibe of Tom Ford's work and of course there is much to love about the glamorous 70s which lifted its look from the 1930s. It is far harder to pull off stylish, sophisticated and understated looks than bling plus designer attire.
Also it is possible to blend some of the aesthetics of the thirties with modern clothes but it requires an exacting eye. Cue, Chanel...
After all the visual splendour and brilliance of Colin Firth (I was stunned by his performance) the following day I felt a need for domestic bliss. I actually cleaned the house in the morning and then baked!
That is what happens when you pop out for the Guardian and Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall proffers up biscuits. I'm a terror for biscuits so I got stuck in. Mind you before that I was pulling dreadful faces at the All Ages pages. The sloppy styling is driving me up the wall. No sense of proportions and it always looks dull. It annoys me. And for that I ate an extra biscuit and nearly licked the bowl! Which will put paid to any 1930s dressing for me....