You probably thought that I’d run off to join the jet set in the LA sun, but I’ve been here all along, trying to finish work and meet deadlines. I did escape to a sleepy village in Somerset on Saturday, leaving the circus of London behind me for one night. Glencot House is another world, a little bubble of peace disturbed only by the solemn sound of gliding ducks and owls in the melting snow. In between a long walk, taking pictures of the enchantingly freshly coated earth and dinner with friends I was transfixed by S Meyers “Twilight” (I’m rather late catching up with all the hype surrounding teenage vampires). Rooted to the chair until it was time to have dinner.
And on a different note, now that I have returned to London and its constant fashion madness, I have to show you these images from La Garçonne. A quieter aesthetic injected with a sense of energy, simple and sometimes boyish, these well-conceived pieces can be adapted and combined indefinitely to achieve a chic and cool look. The cuts and silhouettes shown here are so flattering despite the lack of embellishment and their simplicity. The fits are somewhat loose but retain a sense of structure, expressing a certain street sensibility I adore (see previous posts) with hardly any distinction between boyish and girly wear. The styling is clearly the work of a knowing eye with a preference for a kind of French seventies nostalgia (think contemporary versions of Jane Birkin and Françoise Hardy). This is everything I want to wear. Precise, pure, sharp and accessible.