Here I am, effortlessly holding a very pretty 5 year old girl. The photographer is Ross Feltus, Boris Becker’s former father in Law. Turns out he was quite a slow photographer, and this job got a little less effortless . I do seem to be frowning. German Vogue.
Supposedly perusing the internet for something completely different like light bulbs or something, my subconscious vanity hijacked me and suddenly I was quite happily sifting through anti wrinkle creams, truly . Don’t query the route I took to find these products from OZ Naturals, just read on.
Aaaagh! I’m a giant. A giant wearing a Turban for Italian Vogue, shot by very fierce photographer called Deborah Turbeville. I would elaborate, but feel that my time may be better spent learning to edit/crop my photos. OMG I thought I was getting somewhere with the tech stuff.
I have a Peacock known and loved by us all. He’s called Narcissus, and true to his name, is mostly found framed by, or admiring his reflection in, a window. He’s quite the curmudgeon and gourmand. Shouting if we are too noisy, and shunning bird food, particularly the type specified for Peacocks. Go figure. Anyway, we purchased him with the house, a sort of perching tenant. Narcissus, is like the Ravens at the Tower of London,talisman, gatekeeper and quite an arse really.
I am just about to start on my latest BC book, which is The Island by Victoria Hislop. Last month we had Perfume by Patrick Suskind, which I’d read when the whole world was reading it, 25 years ago. Did not love it’s dark and dank protagonist then, and would not have chosen to ever meet him again.
Here in Hermes, happy as could be.
Hermes is not all about the Kelly Bag and chin strapping headscarves. When I was modelling for them over 20 years ago, I learnt a little bit more about luxury and style. I was told by someone who worked there at the time, that one can’t achieve beauty without a little tiny bit of bad taste, just a small element of wrong, that makes an outfit perfectly right. So true, it can be a gaudy print on a fabric, an iffy hat, or a confrontational colour, and believe me as a redhead I’ve been subjected to some tricky ensembles. When Marc Bohan, was at Dior he presented me with a Evening Suit in a stupefying shade of lime green with black polka dots and said, you’ll look lovely in this…. I struggled with that concept, but strangely it worked, dots, colour and curly red hair. Would not have picked it off the rail beforehand, but might now.
Would wear it with Trainers though.
July Vogue has promoted pony tails and the wearing thereof, so do I. When I was little and my mother tortuously brushed my hair with a very un-bendy hairbrush and restrained it with an elastic band ( no nicely covered stretchy bands way back then ), it became a tearful process, both doing the style and then undoing it. I associated Pony Tail’s with pain and ugliness, which in retrospect wasn’t surprising as red puffy eyes are rarely pretty. Now, it’s all change here with my Tangle Teeser and my forgiving hair bands. It’s a style that depending on the height and position, on your head, can suit any age and face shape. You’ll see in some other posts that I do tend to scrape my hair back in a pony tail with varying styling success, you be the judges. Also, the nape of the neck, under used body part, so set that as featured image for a while, We like!
During my career, as an international Fashion model, I have clocked up a few miles on the world’s catwalks, sat in the make up artist’s chair for hundreds of hours, and been teased, backcombed and groomed by hairdressers for the same number of hours. I’ve been lucky enough to work as a model, for magazines, designers and directors in both beautiful, and mad places, shooting covers, and commercials. I am a style spy!
