There is a wonderful Ibiza style exhibition on at the moment at the peerless Centro Cultural S’Alamera in Vara de Rey (check it out – there is always some fabulous and free photography exposition happening). This one is a tribute to that most whimsical of Ibicenco fashion movements – the seventies ‘Ad Lib‘ style – and makes me dream of living in Ibiza in times past. Continue reading
OK, so BASICALLY there are two things a girl can count on in life. Number one is that peach will NEVER fail you with a tan. Ever. Continue reading
In my early 20′s it would appear that I was doing an awful lot of shazzing around on yachts. Big yachts. In nice places.
The winter of 2006 I spent mostly between the Bahamas, the Turks and Caicos, and the French West Indies, and during this time met some rather wonderful (and some distinctly dubious) characters. Continue reading
Vintage clothes are really weird in the way they divide people – some people LOVE them (me), some people LOATHE them (my sister) and some people can’t think of anything worse than walking even a metre in a (potentially) dead woman’s clothes, let alone a mile in a dead man’s shoes. Continue reading
You know when you have a favourite thing and somehow you can’t possibly imagine what must have filled the favourite-thing gap before said thing came along? Well, that’s how I feel about my car. Continue reading
Floral dresses are one of those things which I often see on other people and think ‘Oh, how cute,’ so go and buy like, 12 of them and then remember that usually I LOATHE them on myself. Oversized punchy florals, I can handle, but cutesy, ‘ditzy’ (sick in mouth) ones are really not happening for me. Continue reading
Sometimes I find I’ll have two items of clothing, which for some reason, never got to make friends before despite the fact that when you put them together they absolutely kill it. Continue reading
Last week I mentioned how clothes hold really strong place-associations for me. They also have MEGA-strong good vibes/bad vibes associations and this little orange silk Vanessa Bruno playsuit is literally the giver of the good vibes. Continue reading
Clothes and places hold really strong associations for me and this jumpsuit especially has a little story… Continue reading
Halloween chic. If it ever stops raining in Ibiza, i’ll take off this jacket I PROMISE. Until then, she stays.
Tonight my wingman Kitt Proudfoot (unreservedly my favourite DJ in the world) and I are whizzing to the fourth birthday of Nassau Beach Club. Which is on the beach. It’s raining so hard it’s quite ridic and the fireworks which usually mark the end of the annual Medieval Festival have been replaced with lightning. Lush.
So, we cover up. And we do it in BLACK for reasons of STEALTH and other things too. Continue reading