BERLIN: Street Style

Spotted, on the hip streets of Berlin...


...European/ Australasian quirk (call it continental fusion)


...Stylish Swedish lovelies

...City cyclist-perfection

...Amsterdam's finest

GLASTONBURY: Street Style

At last... my very first STREET STYLE post. This is rather exciting stuff for me given that this was a founding basis for this here blog. I tend to move from muse to muse at a fairly fast pace, being inspired by anyone and anything from fashion to art, film, music, travel, nature and beyond.
Something that provides me with the hugest inspiration is however perhaps the most easily accessible: the street.

The best inspiration can often be found on the street. Beautiful things old and young, the translation of trends, personal stamps of style, the coolest cats, the hippest hipsters, the scenest of the scene... walk the streets with an observant and appreciative head and you'll see it.

Glastonbury Festival 2010 was pure perfection on so many levels.
En plus, it provided no shortage of muse-worthy guys and gals. Having recently spent a year living in France, arguably the chic-dresser's capital of the world, I have come back to truly appreciate the braver and eclectic style choices exhibited by us Brits.

I hope you enjoy oggling the first dose of my street style muses of the day...

GLASTONBURY

yes... yes... YES! watch this space for hot young festival things... oh yes

A Tribute to douce France...

Charles Trenet - « Douce France »

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RApXJFVWzQc

Coming soon...

Coming soon... scanned fisheye camera photos from adventures in Paris, Picardie and beyond
(alas, my scanner rests across la Manche in my little England).

Big MERCI Leah for one of the most amazing birthday presents a girl could ask for.

Tennis FEVER

I, like many others, catch it every summer. Usually it's Wimbledon that really does it for me, but given that this year I'm a bona fide resident of the land of the beret, baguette and breton stripe, it's the French Opens (or more accurately 'Roland Garros'- who knew the tournament had a real name? certainly not ignorant little me) that's gotten me in the mood.

I went to catch some of the action live in Paris yesterday and had an absolute ball (pun absolutely not intended... well, maybe a little) watching the Queens of the game, Venus and Serena Williams win the women's semi-final.

Whilst the on-court fashion is far from the only thing that makes tennis float my boat so much, as a lover of all things good clothes, chicly done tennis attire absolutely never goes a-miss.

During this year's tournament, Venus caused a little controversy with her littler than little black&red lacey dress teamed with flesh coloured undershorts number (cue parisian gasps a-plenty).


I hate to have to say it but... what was she thinking??


Yesterday she kept it somewhat more demure. But still stuck with with the flesh-coloured, is-that-your-bare-bum-we-see-when-your-serve, pants.

Sister power.

The winning moment.


Here's Venus getting it incredibly right, in trad Wimbledon whites no less. You just can't touch that shit.

Yelena Yankovic, adding some bright.


The beautiful Maria Sharapova keeping it simple, courtesy of Nike.



Victoria Azarenka, pulling off a visor (no mean feat).


And of course, it's not just the ladies respresentin' in the tennis fashion stakes, non non.
Rafael Nadal, adding some Spanish flair.

Here's one of the originals, the legendary John Mcenroe doing it way back. All hail the sweatband.

The genius that is tim walker.

I have it on good authority that a generous dose of tim walker's dreamy, mystical photography is absolutely essential to staying sane on jaded days. Ahhh...




Disclaimer: Attempts to re-create on the other hand may be ill-advised...


I thiiiink I'll leave it to the king of fairytale fashion photography in future. Timothy, we salute you.

At long long last, taking the plunge...

My bouncy-haired, beautiful and incredibly clever friend Madeleine has given me the motivation I so severely lacked to (at long last) start blogging... something that has been on my agenda for literally years.

We were in Paris yesterday, having the loveliest of times just wandering, soaking up the city et al- such an incredible place containing a plethora of inspiration, presenting itself in endless forms- and came across the chicest old lady out doing her gourmet grocery shopping whilst looking so immaculately turned out, she was instantly propelled to muse status in my eyes.

So this one's for you muse-worthy Parisian woman.

Oh, and of course major credit to Mad. For that nudge. She (you) will most likely be the only person who cares enough to check out what random musings/ obsessions I share on here. For that and so many other reasons, I love you.

So, Enfin... Welcome to My World.