Posts Tagged: London

Dispatches from Dover Street Market

The exciting development in New York luxury shopping this festive season was not the unveiling of the holiday windows along Fifth Avenue. A more highly anticipated retail vision was receiving its finishing touches in a decidedly less glamourous part of

Dispatches from Dover Street Market

The exciting development in New York luxury shopping this festive season was not the unveiling of the holiday windows along Fifth Avenue. A more highly anticipated retail vision was receiving its finishing touches in a decidedly less glamourous part of

Get the London Look!

Kat is staying indoors this weekend. Until she gets her first proper wage, she is customizing her clothes. But hardly begrudgingly. She has found that if you introduce a baby’s bonnet from the late 1800s to some Gap basics from

Get the London Look!

Kat is staying indoors this weekend. Until she gets her first proper wage, she is customizing her clothes. But hardly begrudgingly. She has found that if you introduce a baby’s bonnet from the late 1800s to some Gap basics from

New York Fashion Week

In New York City you know the seasons are about to change when those long stalks of reeds start sprouting up in the street. Pale with hollow stems, and sharp bladed leaves, they sway in groups casting minimal shadow but

New York Fashion Week

In New York City you know the seasons are about to change when those long stalks of reeds start sprouting up in the street. Pale with hollow stems, and sharp bladed leaves, they sway in groups casting minimal shadow but

FASHION’S NEW HQ: CENTRAL ST MARTIN’S, KINGS CROSS

“Same shit. Different year.” This was the sign hanging in the office of Louise Wilson, the Course Director of MA Fashion at Central St Martin’s. Right above her head, it was, if I remember correctly. Four words, two by two,

FASHION’S NEW HQ: CENTRAL ST MARTIN’S, KINGS CROSS

“Same shit. Different year.” This was the sign hanging in the office of Louise Wilson, the Course Director of MA Fashion at Central St Martin’s. Right above her head, it was, if I remember correctly. Four words, two by two,

Portobello Market

Portobello Market

Jean was the fairy godmother of quality vintage; as if by magic a ghostly procession of orphaned vestments materialized in her back lot where she sprinkled them from satin-covered hangers and teased them from hat boxes to the tune of

Portobello Market

Portobello Market

Jean was the fairy godmother of quality vintage; as if by magic a ghostly procession of orphaned vestments materialized in her back lot where she sprinkled them from satin-covered hangers and teased them from hat boxes to the tune of