The Soundtrack of My Life

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Last night I watched one of my favourite films and it made me realise that almost all of my most loved films also hold my most loved soundtracks. Now, I’m not sure whether I like these films so much due to their soundtracks, or I like the soundtracks due to the film they belong to…All I know is, whatever the correlation, some of my favourite films of all time have some of my favourite songs to go with them. So, I decided to put together a ‘Soundtrack’ playlist (making playlists has become a new-found hobby of mine over the summer) and I’m now gonna share with you what I am calling, ‘The Soundtrack of My Life’.

The Royal Tenenbaums 

These Days by Nico is probably the first song I think of when it comes to The Royal Tenenbaums. Margot stepping off the bus and Richie’s face when she walks over to him in her AMAZING fur coat and tells him to “stand up straight” so she can “get a better look” at him is all I see when I listen to this. Tenenbaum magic.

Needle in The Hay by Elliott Smith is a song I hadn’t heard before watching this Anderson classic, but when I heard it I fell in love with not only the song, but even more so with the film (if that’s possible). This track is accompanied by possibly the most iconic scene of the film, when Richie cuts his hair, beard, moustache, EVERYTHING off and is transformed from downtrodden Lacoste tennis player chic to a sophisticate. Seriously, if you haven’t heard this song, you should stop reading and do it now.

However, my favourite song of this soundtrack has to be Stephanie Says by The Velvet Underground. It’s just one of the dreamiest songs ever and I think it encapsulates Margot’s character SO perfectly. This film is brilliant. Wes Anderson is fantastic. The soundtrack is amazing. Margot Tenenbaum is my girl crush.

About A Boy

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The soundtrack to About A Boy is all by Badly Drawn Boy, and the whole thing complements the film and the characters beautifully, therefore I am only going to mention Something To Talk About, which is, if you’ve seen the film, probably the most recognisable as a soundtrack. The lyrics in this song go so perfectly with the relationship between Marcus and Will, I don’t know how they did it. The bond formed between rich, single, hasn’t worked a day in his life Will, and poor, bullied, sings aloud in class Marcus is one of my favourite character relationships ever, and that is a statement! Forget Tony from Skins, this is by far the best character that Nicholas Hoult has ever played.

Lost in Translation

Ok so I found it stupidly hard not to include the whole of this film’s sountrack in this post, but I managed to whittle it down to three. I think that Girls by Death in Vegas is the first track to appear on the film, and if I’m not mistaken it is played to Bob Harris waking up in his car travelling through late night Tokyo. I’m going to use the word dreamy again as this song (as is the rest of the soundtrack) is oh so dreamy.

Air’s Alone in Kyoto is the second track added from Lost in Translation to the soundtrack of my life, half due to the fact it is such a beautiful, oriental-inspired track, and half due to the fact I want to be Charlotte walking through Tokyo and looking at flowers in adoration.

Last but not least, the best track of the lot, and the final track of the film, Just Like Honey by The Jesus and Mary Chain. This final scene, with this final song makes me cry every single time. I won’t ruin it for those of you who haven’t seen it (if that is you I am ashamed and you should all immediately watch it (that is a demand)) but when Bob finds Charlotte through the crowds to say goodbye and this song starts to play, I get butterflies and my heart turns to butter.

The Breakfast Club

It wouldn’t be a soundtrack of my life if I didn’t include a John Hughes film somewhere (and I’ve included two…oh well). I doubt many people know Dream Montage by Keith Foresey (I didn’t) until you hear it and are immediately humming along and picturing all five kids in detention bored out of their minds. This track accompanies one of my favourite scenes in the film where none of them talk, they have no idea what to do with themselves, and are probably all thinking how five extremely different characters got lumped into the same Saturday detention. Bender setting fire to his shoe, a sexually frustrated Brian and Allison showing her artistic talent along to this song is like film magic.

And, obviously, who can talk about The Breakfast Club without talking about Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds? No one. The final scene in this film (again) is one of my favourites. All five of The Breakfast Club leave as different people than when they entered detention that morning, and they basically all fall in love. Being as cool as Claire is when she gives Bender her earring is what I aspire to be. And the only thing I think of when I hear this song is Bender walking across the school field, fist in air. Iconic.

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Ok then, this film is slightly different to the others in that it is not one of my favourite films, however holds one of my favourite soundtracks. Don’t get me wrong, I like the film, I just don’t love it. But the soundtrack is out of this world so it’s all relative really. I remember reading The Perks of Being a Wallflower when I was 12 and when it kept mentioning Asleep by The Smiths I had to listen to it, and I’m so glad I did because that is where my unconditonal love for them began, so I have Stephen Chbosky to thank for that. It’s not my favourite Smiths song by any means, but the way it’s so thoughtfully included in this film is beautiful and resonates perfectly to Charlie’s character.

Dear God by XTC is the next song in this soundtrack which made it on to my list (I was deciding between this and Temptation by New Order but this made the final cut). This song is only very subtly included in this film, when Charlie learns about Brad and Patrick’s relationship, but it is so well timed and the tune adds to the film so well. I love it.

And, finally, the one and only ‘tunnel song’ – Heroes by the legend, David Bowie. A perfect song to end this film. Not only is the song filled with promise, optimisim and power, it is also the best accompaniment to driving through that tunnel holding your arms up…Like seriously whenever this song comes on I can imagine myself doing it. No other song would ever live up to this scene. RIP every day, Bowie.

Notting Hill

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Only one song from one of the best rom-coms of our life time, but it makes me feel things that almost none of these other songs do. I am sorry but you are lying if you say any other film moment lives up to the beauty and romance of Anna Scott’s smile after saying “indefinitely” when asked how long she will be staying in London. And then She by Elvis Costello starts playing and William Thacker and Anna Scott smile and stare at each other through crowds of people and it is just the most beautiful moment in all of film history (I mean, it probably isn’t, but it is to me). I am practically crying just thinking about it.

Pretty In Pink

Last but not least, another John Hughes classic that I have spoken about too much on this blog but who cares. Of course, I wouldn’t be talking about Pretty in Pink without first talking about Pretty in Pink by The Psychedelic Furs, would I? This song is on par with Don’t You (Forget About Me) for The Breakfast Club, due wholly to the fact that whenever I listen to this song, all I can think of is Andie sewing pink dresses and wearing incredibly lavish and wonderful clothes (this may be due to the title, but the tune resonates with me very much).

Try A Little Tenderness by Otis Redding is played to the best scene of the whole film (I think). Duckie Dale throwing himself around to this song in Andie’s record shop basically declaring his undying love for her is one of the most iconic scenes…Ever. I may like this song so much because I am very much head-over-heels in love with Duckie BUT that doesn’t stop it being an absolute classic soundtrack to one of the best films of all time.

And again, the final soundtrack I am talking about is the final song of the film, and (again) another hopelessly romantic ending to a movie. If You Leave by Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark is accompanied by the scene where Andie goes to prom alone, and where Duckie Dale waits for her, looking wonderfully handsome and incredibly cool in his shades, suit and ‘duck man’ shoes. And then the song really gets going and Duckie lets his one true love go and in that moment of love and friendship I bawl my eyes out. I think I have too much love for this film (and D.D.).

So, that concludes the soundtrack of my life. I got far too invested in writing this post and at some points most definitely lost my way and thought I was a character in these films purely due to the soundtracks that accompany them. Also, I would just like to include a special recognition to Drive which I thought about putting in, but then realised I couldn’t pick just 3 songs from this soundtrack. If you haven’t seen the Ryan Gosling epic, or listened to the soundtrack, please do, right now. I suggest watch first and listen later, but whatever order you do it in, do BOTH!

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To My Girlfriends

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Happy International Women’s Day! On this happy, happy day of celebrating every woman, I thought I’d steer clear of my usual rambling of pretty clothes and talk about my girlfriends. This is an ode to my six longest and best friendlings, so sorry if the majority have no idea what any of these anecdotes mean, but I hope it makes you six LOL.

Anna Thurley

 

 

You’re first up babe, I love you. You may be the one who I’ve known for the least amount of time, but it feels like I’ve known you and your little summer dress for YEARS (you’re very pretty in your summer dress). I genuinely can’t remember where we first met, but I guess we owe it to our mutual Torquay gals. Thank you for always making me look that little bit taller, for driving like a 70 year old and for teaching me how to do that stitch rug thing which I’ve forgotten the name of. Thanks for always bringing rum to a party, and for the constant expression of shock in your lil face. Sorry that you have to put up with us laughing at everything you say, but you’re the perfect target, and you love it really. Whenever I hear your name, the only thing I ever think of is “I’m not even that drunk. Look I can walk down the stairs in heels…*trips*”. You are defo one of the messiest and most forgetful drunks I’ve ever known, despite always looking 10/10. The next time you forget your ID or leave all of your belongings in a cinema I might just have to de-friend you. In all seriousness, I dunno what I’d do without you, you are SUCH a babe. And thanks for being the one my flatmates call “the small one who threw up in our sink”.

Helen Snow

 

 

Lol where do I even begin with you. From being one of the most naive girls I ever met all through high school, even at uni you’re still pretty out of it, and I love it. Some of my favourite ever moments were in year 11 Spanish, where our teacher could not have hated us more, and whom we tipped over the edge after laughing outrageously in a silent exam. And that one R.E. lesson where you told me the night before you had died and come back to life (this still makes me question our friendship). Thanks for being my constant festival buddy, and for letting me make you look like the Were Rabbit. I’ll never forget when you thought you’d caught a mean tan and really your face was covered in dirt. Still one of the funniest weekends of my life. I think you top Anna’s drunken antics, especially that time you got angry at Catherine and threw you’re phone at Timepiece. Uncalled for. And that time we messed with the DJ booth and ran from the bouncers – my fave ever vid. From me giving you your first ever Strongbow at a party to us at the same university living 10 mins away from each other (still), I’ve loved every single second of being one of your besties. You are incredibly weird, fiercely independent and own the most outrageous collection of hats and gloves I’ve ever seen. I love you despite you threw a snowball at a duck last week.

Alice Fox

 

 

QUEEEEEEEEEN. Perchik, you crazy student, I’m still sour they didn’t cast us to be lovers but oh well, at least we are in real life. Sorry for that time in the library when all I wanted to do was learn the lyrics to Despacito and you got angry. Thank you for always being the hostest with the mostest, for letting Georgie and I steal those falafels and that dip sent from the angels, and for allowing us to always drink wine and play games in your dream house. I’m trying desperately to pin-point memories in my head of us laughing hysterically, but all the happiness blends into one. Thanks for always rebelling with me and making Helen mad when we stole her wine from her food tech assessment before our first performance. And annoying everyone by wasting breadsticks and covering our campsite with that disgusting breakfast porridge slush of which Georgie stepped in and got all over her sleeping bag. I honestly don’t think I have ever laughed so much after hearing the abuse coming out of her mouth from the next tent along. You are the best partner in crime anyone could ever ask for, with the most infectious laugh and the best liar the world has ever seen. Cue hiding spring rolls from Charlotte in cupboard.

Georgie Adams

 

 

Hey Mum, it’s me, Chava, just doing a spot of reading! For someone I spend a hell of a lot of time with, I barely have any pics of us, how sad. We probably don’t have time as we are usually on the floor crying with laughter at poor jokes, bad impressions and more often than not at our friends’ expense. I don’t know many people who can make me belly laugh like you do, so thanks in advance for giving me the biggest smile lines when I’m old. Walking into a lovely, sophisticated cocktail bar with your shoe flapping about all over the place is a personal highlight of your fashion faux-pas. An icon. Ever since we first met as shy year 7s auditioning for Grease, I knew you were the ONE. Spending rehearsals at our first, and last, high school plays was an absolute blast, and I wouldn’t wish for anything else. Thank you for breaking female stereotypes by proving that often women SHOULD NOT be left in the kitchen, unless you want ravioli stuffed with tissue paper. Thank you for that day when we dragged you away from revision and forced you to spend the entire day and evening at Impy, that’s the kind of sacrifice I’m looking for. You’re gonna go FAR my gal, and I think every one of us six can agree by saying there isn’t anyone quite like you who can make us smile.

Catherine Turner

 

 

We’ve had an up and down relationship for many years, to say the least. And I just wanna say the biggest thank you for commando crawling all the way up the field to us that day. If you didn’t, I dunno if we would have made it this far. You’re the most competitive, funny, grumpy (when woken up) girl in the world, and I can’t help but laugh at you when you are telling us we are building ladybirds wrong in that bug game. Thanks for your endless lifts and panic-stricken driving when you have no idea where you are or where you’re going, sorry I’m never any help. Your incredibly long-winded and bad Dad jokes are what I lived for in our library-ridden days. That time you tripped up on the way to rehearsals, spilling your food all over the floor was excellent, Alice and I thank you deeply for that. But there’s nothing I thank more than you dragging me into your school ways, where teachers either hated or loved us. My personal favourites are: you making us miss the school bus after French detention, dropping me from the climbing wall, thus meaning we could never work together again, you kicking me in science when you were angry with me, and last but not least stressing out Ms England so much we were banned from the library. I’d do anything to relive those lessons with you, and thank God you didn’t run away after high school, cos you are still my best friend. Also, I can’t speak for the others, but I have forgiven you for being SO incredibly moody those mornings at Bestival. Those eyes.

Charlotte Smith

 

 

BFFL. Love of my life. Babe. I’d first like to thank you for being my absolute best friend for eight years (WTF). Thank you for putting up with my tears, my stress, my irrational feelings and just me. There’s nothing I can’t tell you, and that’s one of the hundreds of things I adore about you. Despite your desperately irritating habits of hiding in my house when it’s time for you to go, making me cry by destroying my bed, and your inability to answer a question, I still love you. You’re incredibly weird and wonderful, and please continue on escaping the country for a few weeks without telling anyone where you’re going, and then coming back as if nothing has happened. It’s exciting. I wish I knew where all those photos we took years ago were, cos that was the best time of my life. Sleepovers with you every night, watching High School Musical back to back and spending hours on end in Londis looking for the best deal. Thanks on behalf of my parents for being the second daughter they never had, they defo love you as their own. Growing up together pretty much all of our life, although we weren’t close in primary school, has been one of the biggest privileges. You’ve been with me through all of my hairstyles, my first date, my darkest days and my lightest ones, and I honestly don’t think I would have gotten this far if it wasn’t for YOU. All these years and never one fall out, that’s pretty solid TBF. The memory of you falling off a baby swing and landing on your head is one that will stick with me forever. Your ‘Chanel’ jumper. Drake. Pepe the frog. Irritating Helen so much she cries. Your laugh. You. Thank you for forever being the Gabriella to my Troy. XOXO Gossip Girl.

So guys, here’s to you six. The six women who inspire me every single day and who I miss more than anything. I love you all with every inch of my heart! And to the other gals in my life who continue to uplift my womanhood, you know who you are (especially cos I live with most of you). I LOVE YOU BABES. I would use our group chat name, but I feel it’s inappropriate.

Happy International Women’s Day.

 

Pretty in Pink, isn’t she?

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I hope when you hear the three words, ‘Pretty in Pink’ your mind immediately jumps to the film or the song. If not, why not? Whilst I’m all for the Psychedelic Furs, they ain’t what’s on my mind today. With catwalk looks hitting us from here, there and everywhere, Paris Fashion Week is totally channelling all things Andie Walsh this Autumn/Winter 2018. I’m aware there may be a few of you who have no idea who Andie Walsh is, but by the end of this little ode to one of my favourite characters of all time, I hope you’ll be enlightened and love her as much as I do.

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Eighties American rom-com, Pretty in Pink, shows us one of the true designer greats in Andie Walsh. Played by Molly Ringwald, Andie is a quirky American teen with an aptitude for designing, particularly gorgeous pink, vintage frocks. Her best friend, Duckie Dale (insert heart-eye emoji) is completely and utterly in love with her and her incredible designing abilities, and hey, who wouldn’t be!? The image above is a still from my most treasured scene of the movie, which also happens to be the last. Andie’s prom dress is possibly the most iconic fashion moment in film, in my eyes, and I will never not think ‘what would Andie Walsh wear?’, when I’m getting ready for a night out. But I’m not here to describe the plot, nor spoil the ending for the unlucky people who’ve never watched this classic. Instead, my job is to show you four looks from Paris Fashion Week whose dresses are oh so (slightly elevated) Andie Walsh. Whilst these designers probably didn’t take inspiration from Andie’s prom dress, they certainly gave me all the Pretty in Pink feels.

Stella McCartney

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Stella McCartney’s low-key designs, always with that effortless “I woke up like this” look, are what makes her garments so unique, and so beautiful. The tone of pink in this dress combined with the model’s own skin tone resonates oh so perfectly with Andie Walsh. The sheer detail in embellishment and beading in this dress juxtaposes gorgeously with the offhand vibe that is so prominent in this simple design. The sheer covering from Andie’s collar to the rest of her dress is what I affiliate with most in this McCartney look. The embroidery in this AW18 garment so totally channels the lace/mesh feel that Andie’s dress is giving off. Almost disguised as a slip dress, I can imagine Andie Walsh sporting this look either to bed or on the dance floor. McCartney you did good (again).

Valentino

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What makes Andie’s finale dress SO iconic is the high collar contrasting with the Bardot neckline, and with this dusty pink number from Valentino, the complete opposite is shown. The model is covered head-to-toe by beautifully falling pink fabric with the most amazing scalloped edges. Although this look is almost the antithesis of Andie’s look, the high collar in both is what brings them together. Valentino’s model’s shoulders maybe shrouded in pink, however her collar fits exactly the same as Andie’s. YES for a high neck pink dress!

Alexander McQueen

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Probably my favourite out of all the looks, and not just cos I love McQueen. It’s also probably the one which is most different to the Pretty in Pink prom dress. Despite an almost perfect colour and the exact same sheen of silk, all that really ties them together is the fact that they’re both pink dresses. However, I wasn’t looking for a dress the same as Andie’s, I was searching for one which held the qualities of it, and also of the eighties, and what could be more eighties than this McQueen frock? The accentuated sleeves are SO over-exaggerated I feel like I’m dancing the night away with The Human League. Plus, the black tailored-to-perfection blazer disguised by layers of pink satin is giving me serious Grace Jones/Morrissey vibes, if there is such a thing. Andie Walsh ain’t just Pretty in Pink, she’s also an 80s icon don’t forget.

Nina Ricci

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That high collar is BACK and this final look just SCREEEEEEEEAAAAAMS Andie Walsh. I can almost envisage this model running down her school corridor into the arms of the Duckie Dale in his super cool shades and suit (insert two heart-eye emojis), but this isn’t about the Duck Man. Even the sleeves on this Ricci design dart out to almost the exact same point as Andie’s do, and I know you can’t see the length of Walsh’s dress, but oh is this the same. I think if this look was in Ricci’s AW86 collection, Andie Walsh wouldn’t have bothered making her own, and snapped this right up. Pretty in pink, isn’t she?

So, even if you weren’t interested in my gibbering away about these four AW18 looks which reminded me of Pretty in Pink’s most iconic dress, then I hope I’ve inspired you to watch this damn film. I guarantee if, when, you do, you’ll 1. Get straight on the sewing machine; 2. Fall in love with Duckie Dale and 3. Wanna live in the 80s.

D&G AW18 Cultural References

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With Milan Fashion Week over and done with for another season, I can’t help but scour the collections for artistic, musical or any references to do with popular culture, and to my joy, Dolce & Gabbana’s most recent collection is FULL of them. From Putti of Renaissance art to Lolita to Gustav Klimt, D&G’s AW18 collection has it all, and I could not be more obsessed.

Putti, Cherubs and Angels

Whilst the recurring theme of diamond encrusted hearts, bejewelled crowns and references to the Church were still prominent within this collection, the addition of all things cherub made their way to the catwalk last week. The majority of embroidered, appliqué and encrusted Putti were in the style of Renaissance high art, referencing Raphael heavily, particularly the Putti in the famous painting, The Sistine Madonna, 1512. In many of the looks the cherubs were presented as the main feature of the garment, whilst in others, Putti were integrated more subtly. Cherubs reappear throughout Renaissance art, and have clearly become a trend again in 2018. As well as Raphael’s paintings, the cherubs included in D&G’s looks are greatly reminiscent of Sleeping Putto, Léon Bazille Perrault, 1882. Dolce & Gabbana have clearly taken inspiration from art such as this, incorporating pure skin, chubby arms and rosy cheeks to fit the cherubim stereotype. Throughout the collection, it seems as though cherubs are evolving, and becoming evermore modern. Through the use of tapestry, sequin and all the way to the 100th look of the collection which shows a Putto in a cartoonish way, sporting orange sunglasses in order to bring cherubs of the Renaissance into the modern day.

Lolita

The next reference which stood out to me is a less obvious one, as it is mainly incorporated in one look, however it is probably my favourite look. Look 11 of D&G’s fall 2018 collection presented a model in a baby pink coat with embroidered pastel flowers, sporting a fabulous pink wig and the most amazing sunglasses you’ve ever seen! A few of the models within the show sported these sunglasses, with words ranging from ‘Woow’ to ‘Cool’ to ‘Love’ sprawled across their eyes. For now, I’m just gonna be talking about the ‘Love’ ones, and not just because they are my favourite. These light pink frames with bright red, heart-shaped lenses couldn’t help but make me think of Lolita, one of my all-time favourite books (a cliché I know). Even if you haven’t read Nabokov’s classic then 1). You should; and 2). You’ll surely be familiar with the film and many references of Lolita’s heart-shaped sunglasses within popular culture. Everyone loves a pair of funky sunglasses, especially when they make your eyes say ‘I LOVE YOU’, and this pair is no exception, particularly when they are so reminiscent of a cultural classic.

Gustav Klimt

I could bang on forever about D&G’s cultural references, however here is the third and final one: Gustav Klimt. Again, this reference is not immediately obvious, however when I looked at the collection for the third or fourth time, a few pieces stood out to me as inherently Klimt in style. Whether this was Domenico Dolce and Stefano Gabbana’s intention, I don’t know, but it certainly works for me. There are three looks in particular which called out to me with ‘Klimt-vibes’: looks 9, 63 and 74. Now obviously it helps that all these looks are predominantly yellow and gold, a common colour theme within Klimt’s work, but the bejewelling, embroidery and appliqué also reminded me of Klimt’s spectacular art. Gustav Klimt had a talent for making his paintings look in some ways sparkly, and as though they are riddled with sequins, and thus made me think of D&G’s incredible garments as a reference to his work.

Dolce & Gabbana’s Fall 2018 ready-to-wear collection is not only immaculate, beautiful and all things DG, but is also full of cultural references which could easily pass one by. I love you DG.

 

A Topshop Guide to Party Season

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Kicking off the festivities with all things sparkly at Topshop! With Christmas less than 3 weeks away now (insert scream), I’m sure everyone is planning parties and festive occasions with your loved ones, so why not add some new sparkly members to your wardrobe, eh?

I’ve picked out a select few items, all from Topshop, which I am besotted with at the moment, and I’m sure you will be too. From sparkly heels to faux fur to velvet galore, Topshop are KILLING it with the Christmas vibe at the moment.

Take a sneak peak below and I can guarantee your mouths will be watering for more!

A Topshop Guide to Party Season
  1. The velvet top
  2. The metallic jacket
  3. The faux fur coat
  4. The sparkly poncho
  5. The star print trousers
  6. The mini skirt
  7. The party bag
  8. The iridescent earrings
  9. The glitter

A Love Story

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sjContrary to opinion, to me, Jane Birkin and Serge Gainsbourg epitomise love. Possibly not in the conventional sense which one would assume romance, but there is just something about these two which gives me heart palpitations. For those that know me inside out, this will not come as a shock (actually they’re probably bored of hearing it), but I wanted to develop my feelings for this couple from pen to paper. Sit back, relax and let’s start at the beginning.

Before Serge, Jane was married to John Barry who was prolific in composing and conducting, and subsequently composed 11 scores of the James Bond films. Oh Jane, you know what you’re doing. Unfortunately the marriage was short lived, after the birth of their daughter, the late Kate Barry. Despite Jane’s obvious heartbreak, Gainsbourg took a fancy to the gorgeous actress on the set of Slogan in 1968. In the 70s, Jane and Serge’s love was controversial, which many saw as scandalous, and few others deemed as captivating. The explicit love affair wasn’t the typical tale Disney encapsulates, in fact it was quite the opposite. Gainsbourg and Birkin were so infatuated with each other, their love often turned to hate. One of the first things Birkin said about Gainsbourg was, “He’s horrible!”, which could be interpreted as a rocky start to a new relationship, but they proved us wrong!

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In 1969, a year after the pair started their love story, Gainsbourg created an album featuring duets of the two, including the infamous Je t’aime…moi non plus, which I am very lucky to have on vinyl (thank you to you). This song, for obvious reasons, received critical acclaim, not only because of the racy lyrics, but the addition of female moaning, which you can interpret as you will, probably didn’t help. Despite varied opinions on the album, I think it is a work of art which many misunderstood as a degrading way of boasting about their relationship.

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Although they never married, they had a child, Charlotte Gainsbourg, whom consolidated their relationship for a number of years. However, sadly the birth of their child only stabilised the couple for a short while, and eventually Serge and Jane’s love long outlived their relationship. Gainsbourg’s excessive drinking slowly brought the affair to a close, and whilst they lasted for 13 long years, the relationship came to a slow standstill after 10. Regardless of the separation, my favourite couple in the world remained best friends up until Serge’s death in 1991. In fact, after Jane gave birth to her third daughter, Lou Doillon, from her relationship with director, Jacques Doillon, Gainsbourg posted a box of baby clothes for Lou and Jane, and was later announced the child’s godfather. So, after a clearly turbulent romance, their true love never died, and in my eyes it never, ever will.

I love you. X

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The underdog of resort ’18

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Resort collections wouldn’t be resort collections without Prada, Gucci and Chanel showing their faces, and whilst you can’t really beat them, this year Fausto Puglisi pulled out all the stops.

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Puglisi resort 2018 collection

An unfamiliar name to many, the Sicilian born Puglisi is climbing his way up the fashion ladder as a dazzling talent. Not only is Puglisi’s work effortlessly cool, it also holds a breath of fresh air which many other resort 2018 collections unfortunately lack. Inspired by brilliant Italian architecture combined with Indian Art Deco, Puglisi’s designs exude cultural beauty. From oversized t-shirts to leather mini skirts and flowing chiffon gowns, each piece has been meticulously thought through to produce an excellent emsemble of streetwear and couture. The bold colours, prints and materials Puglisi has used may seem to the untrained eye, ‘incohesive’, but the small details in the gladiatorial accessories and bejewelled corsets go together hand in hand.

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Puglisi resort 2018 collection

The heart and sun motifs may trigger one to Dolce and Gabbana, and considering Puglisi was part of D&G’s retail project Spiga 2 back in 2010, I don’t blame you. Although Pugilisi and fashion big guns Dolce and Gabbana may share slight resemblances, Puglisi’s designs are far less obvious and instead of making these iconic symbols the centre of the collection, the garments themselves override in a way D&G’s don’t necessarily.

 

 

 

Working closely with architect, Paulo Rizzo on his store in Milan, Puglisi has fused his Italian heritage with the everyday which in turn has created a luxury shop which mirrors that of the Roman Domus. You’ll know when you’re in Puglisi’s shop as the sun motif which is so emphatic throughout his collection lies on the floor, thus marking his territory on the fashion world.

 

 

 

This is my personal thank you to Fausto Puglisi on revitalising resort collections and teaching us that the heroes of the fashion world need not always be the star of the show. X

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Fausto Puglisi

KOONS AND VUITTON: THE DREAM TEAM

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CALLING ALL ART LOVERS! Whether you’re into Impressionism, the Renaissance, Romanticism or whatever tickles your fancy, get ready to be transported into what I can only describe as heavenmonet bag.

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With a huge thank you to Louis Vuitton and the extraordinary handiwork of American artist, Jeff Koons, all of our prayers have been answered! I know this has been a hot topic of conversation many times since the collaboration launch in April of this year, but I wanted the chance to personally celebrate it. I like a handbag as much as the next person, but I didn’t know it was possible to feel infatuated with such a banal, everyday item, but that’s just the thing! These bags are the utter antithesis of mundane – they are, quite literally, works of art. Koons is famous for taking boring, household items and turning them into masterpieces. Take his giant balloon dog sculpture made out of brilliant blue steel for example. Who wouldn’t want this at their next birthday party?koons

Every single item in this collection is so beautiful, it’s incredibly difficult to even consider a favourite. However, for me there is one piece that is a cut above the rest. The Rubens’ rucksack is quite possibly, the most wonderful accessory I have ever seen (and not just because I’m more of a backpack girl). The astonishing Vuitton bag projects one of my favourite Rubens’ paintings, The Tiger Hunt. Rubens painted this work between 1615 and 1616, and over 400 years later here I am, obsessing over it imprinted in leather. There is just something about the ferociousness of the tiger sinking its teeth into the shoulder of a hunter which I would love to wear on my back…anything to look fierce. Even the cobalt straps are excellent; the way they mirror the blue sea between the horse’s back legs ties the bag altogether beautifully. I often see the downsides and faults to things, but I truly cannot seem to find anything wrong with this beautiful bag. Can you tell I’m in love?rubens.jpg

So, I guess what I’m trying to say is: Mum and Dad, if you read this and you have £2,240 going spare, this bag may just be on my christmas list. X

Wearing the Referendum

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With June 23rd fast approaching, the UK has never appeared more like a Hokey Cokey frenzy. The poll tracker regarding each vote camp seems to indicate that at this stage the percentage for both campaigns is more or less equal. However, putting politics, statistics and real life aside; has anybody been wondering what the fashion industry has to say about all this?

Following recent events, Vote Remain is looking far more fashionable (I’m not biased), than Vote Leave. With 90% of British fashion designers posing their ‘IN’ vote, the rag trade are all up for remaining and working in harmony with Europe. On the other side of the fence, a mere 4.3% of designers are pro-Brexit. Vivienne Westwood started off the referendum trend by promoting how imperative it is for young people to make sure they vote in, arguably, the most significant election of their lifetime. Vivienne referendum

Vivienne Westwood.

And with this statement from Viv, the fashion industry EXPLODED. However, apparently it was LC:M (London Collections: Men) who exploded the loudest. The London-born fashion label, SIBLING, founded by designers Joe Bates, Sid Bryan and Cozette McCreery, were the first to state which way they would be swaying on June 23rd… I think the message was pretty clear. Sid Bryan and Cozette McCreery

Sid Bryan (left), Cozette McCreery (right) at the finale of their SIBLING show at LC:M).

This in/out/shake it all about style craze which was all the range at LC:M was the subject of many of the top menswear labels, including the man who’s more often than not sporting a Baker Boy; Christopher Raeburn. Raeburn wasn’t quite as ‘in-yer-face’ as Bryan and McCreery, but sometimes subtlety is the key to getting noticed.

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Even if they weren’t on the catwalk, other curators such as fine art photographer, Wolfgang Tillmans, managed to get his message across perhaps more so than any other designer. Tillmans’ minimalist t-shirts promoting Team Remain were definitely simple, yet incredibly effective. With Tillmans’ main message being “No man is an island. No country by itself”, I think it is undeniable that the vast majority of people involved in the art scene are preparing to vote for our country to remain part of the European Union. I think it’s time we followed fashion.

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Design by artist Wolfgang Tillmans promoting Team Remain.

Long live McQueen

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“Give me time and I’ll give you a revolution.”

Genius, talent, a prodigy; just a handful of words I could use to describe the haute couture wizard that was, Alexander McQueen. For a life which ended far too young, people need to be made aware of the marker McQueen set down for fashion, art and life.

A taxi driver for a father and a mother who taught social sciences; it’s more than fair to say McQueen didn’t develop in the most bourgeois environment. Council housing in Lewisham, however nice it may be, doesn’t exactly scream ‘FASHION’S NEW BEST THING’. Yet, this is where Lee Alexander McQueen discovered his natural craft. I prefer to call McQueen’s designs art, rather than fashion. Anybody ordinary can create a garment, it’s easy. McQueen, however, was not ordinary. He was exceptionally extraordinary in fact. His designs had meaning, thought and intellect behind them, instead of just looking ‘pretty’, which most of the time, they did not.

Subsequent to dropping out of high school at the fragile age of sixteen, McQueen applied for a job at renowned tailors on the acclaimed street, Savile Row, where he learned the beautiful mastery of tailoring. With a passion to further his clothes-making desire, McQueen moved on from his tailoring placement and began working with theatrical costume designers, Angels and Bermans. The theatre which was encased within the garments he was working with inspired McQueen to think up dramatic and daring creations which soon came to light later on in his career. McQueen soon rocked up at Central St Martins, one of the most prestigious fashion institutions in London, without any qualifications, and was fast scooped up by influential stylist (best-known for her outlandish hat wearing), Isabella Blow. Blow bought the entirety of McQueen’s ’92 graduation collection and soon enough they became exceptional friends who saw each other more as family than anything else. Blow talks of McQueen, “He’s my child – I adore him”. Together, McQueen and Blow were unstoppable and, according to many friends and family, inseparable.

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From McQueen’s graduation show, Jack The Ripper Stalks His Victims to his last titled spectacle before his death, Pomp and Circumstance, all performances were as shocking and iconic as the next. Highland Rape is possibly McQueen’s best known fashion display. Inspired by the ‘ethnic cleansing’ of British forces in the Scottish highlands within the 18th and 19th centuries, McQueen evoked his ancestral pride with this diverse collection. Beautifully cut tartan suits which revealed women in a way no designer had approached before and torn lace with unfinished hems, this was a concept entirely new to high-end fashion. With this collection, McQueen succeeded his dream of putting forth strong statements about femininity enraptured in fashion. The early appearance of the Bumster within Highland Rape produced a particularly strong statement which proliferated house codes. Who doesn’t love an unorthodox Scottish-inspired catwalk, eh?

Highland Rape and many others of McQueen’s catwalk shows emitted such attitude which made them absolutely archetypal within haute couture form. However, there is one show which, if you know your stuff, you’ll never forget. No.13: Alexander McQueen’s spring/summer 1999 show was a parade like no other. The catwalk held women, such as Paralympic athletes, sporting wooden, prosthetic limbs. They were dressed in hard, leather bodices with high necks which restricted the models in such a way that the audience were disturbed. However, these bound and restrained Paralympians would leave the audience feeling rather introspective after what they were about to witness. The finale of No.13 was un-heard of (even for McQueen). This was the most striking finish of his shows to date, and one which will forever live on. A limp, skeletal looking model stood loosely hunched on a rotating plinth in the centre of the show, between two industrial robots which appeared to be attempting to interact with her slow, gentle movements. The flailing of the robots grew more intense, juxtaposing themselves with the beautiful ballerina dressed in a white trapeze dress. The audience were astounded with the violence the robots evoked as they sprayed harsh hues of black and yellow in psychotic lines all about the revolving ballet dancer. Not only did this arresting performance startle and perturb the audience, it provoked comment upon the interaction between man and machine as we ascended into the 21st century. Iconic, is all that can be said for McQ’s shows.

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McQueen had it all. A beautiful and natural talent for designing and performing, a scintillating career which he had an avid passion for, a loving family and partner, and his dogs. But even those living the dream can have all kinds of things going on behind the scenes. In 2007, the shadow of death started to cast itself upon McQueen’s life after the suicide of friend and soulmate, Isabella Blow. McQueen devoted his 2008 spring/summer collection to Blow with which he contributed “her death was the most valuable thing I learnt in fashion”. This collection was quite different from the distressing scenes and garments of others. It exuded a beautiful delicacy which is hard to come by with McQueen’s designs. Heavily circulating around brilliant colour and fragile butterflies, this collection encapsulated the vulnerability and sentimentality McQueen felt at the time of Blow’s departure, and was a gracefully affectionate send off. If the parting of a dear confidante doesn’t tarnish your sparkle enough, a mere two years later, McQueen’s mother, Joyce, died after a long battle with cancer. McQueen and his mother had a bond you don’t see many influential designers admitting to nowadays. After this bond was destroyed by disease, McQueen became heavily depressed and was said to be taking a lot of drugs. Nine days on from Joyce McQueen’s death, Alexander McQueen was found by his housekeeper hanging within his wardrobe by ‘his favourite brown belt’, on February 11th, 2010. All that was found of McQueen that morning was a note which read: “Please look after my dogs”.

Alexander McQueen’s exceptional rise from a lower-class high school dropout to internationally notorious designer and artist is phenomenal. His dangerous styles and reckless shows inspired, amazed and some-what troubled the world of fashion, and his legacy will forever live on. Sarah Burton took over the Alexander McQueen brand, and their shows are still wonderfully perturbing. However, it will never quite be the same without McQ. As for his dogs, McQueen out aside £50,000 of his wealth for them so that they could live on the lap of luxury until they too joined McQueen in his escape. Even after he’s gone, he’s still pretty remarkable and that can’t be said for many people. Long live McQueen!

Long live McQueen