PHOTOSHOOT: EMILY SCARLETT ROMAIN

 BABES TAKING PHOTOS OF BABES
I organised an autumn photo shoot for my vintage store with the super wonderful Emily Scarlett Romain. I could gush on all day about how much I love her photos for their washed out, vintage yet fresh quality, with interesting compositions. I also love the fact that she uses her mates as models, so you get an essence of natural, unrehearsed realism. I went along to see how she does it.

It was a good excuse to play with some of the manual functions on my camera, as I'm still a complete tech-tard when it comes to using anything other than 'auto.'  Shooting fur coats and other heavy knits was slightly incongruous with the ridiculously warm Indian summers day, but did help produce some stunning pictures, the favourites of mine being as the sun set.

To see a full set of her gorgeous photos, visit my stores' facebook page here

PORTRAITS: SIGNIFICANT OTHER & BEARD

He's camera shy really.

STREETSTYLE: TOKYO TONES

R E I N A

STREETSTYLE: RAPUNZEL

"Rapunzel had magnificent long hair, fine as spun gold."

I am jealous of long hair (recent hair cut due to tortured dip dye ends means it's at that boring 'medium' length). I am jealous of statement necklaces (hers is bigger than mine). I am jealous of heavy fringes (mine is grown out and awaiting a comeback.)

STREETSTYLE: FASHION GOFF

There is something incredibly satisfying in seeing mutliple layers and textures of black, something which is lost in translation with my terrible photography. I love the drama of gothic dressing: 

leather - tick

 fur - tick

 strange tinsel like dress - tick

So theatrical, like a cross between Lydia Deetz, Norma Desmond and Morticia Addams. Well goff.

STREETSTYLE: ACNE BOOTS MAKE ME WANT TO CRY

That knit! That necklace! Those boots! Get in my wardrobe NOW. 

STREETSTYLE: CHRONIC YOUTH

Disillusioned Generation X akwardness + creepers = East London's much emulated (rarely achieved) 90s grunge look, pulled off with great composure. Pink socks extra.

STREETSTYLE: OMBRE RAINBOW TRESSES

E L L A

Having learnt the hard way how you shouldn't dip dye your hair (imagine ends so orange and totally fucked that they literally snap off when touched. Oh the stories I can tell about my ill-advised hair dying techinques...) I was in total awe at Ella's RAINBOW HAIR! I mean jeesh, it's just totally fucking rad!

MENSWEAR STREETSTYLE: GENTLEMAN CALLER

E D W A R D

I could say something predictable about geek chic here. But instead I'm going to focus on proportions... It shouldn't work; the big, fat tie knot, the super short school trousers, the chunky knit tucked in, the skinny braces OVER the chunky knit. There are so many things I usually dislike in this one outfit, such as the 70s tie, the v-neck (god how I hate v-necks), the colour brown...  but on him I totally dig it. Don't ask me why, don't ask me how. It just works. Dapper-tastic.

STREETSTYLE: HOW TO BE A GOFF BABE. PART 2.

Tartan + Lace. The 90s goff babe wardrobe staples. Combined with intimidating lipstick shade. Obvs. 


p.s. Her fave Spice Girl is Geri. I ask all the best questions.

PLACES: THE ROYAL BATH AND WEST SHOW

VAMPIRE PIG and other animals.

So. Significant Other is from that quaint old place called the West Country, commonly known for its abundance of farmers, fields and Scrumpy. We visited for a quick break, seeing as neither of us can afford real holidays. It's called a stay-cation which I'm sure would have been coined by The Guardian to make middle class types feel better about not being to go somewhere hot and sunny since the recession.

I digest... Only went and had a right bloody good time. Frolicking on Croyde beach, surrounded by posh mummies comparing notes on how terrible their sullen teenagers are, (who sat a bit away from said mummies and daddies, occassionally shooting daggers and stabbing sand), and the realities of the modern world, what with future employers now checking everyone's Facebook profiles to check they aren't about to interview an exhibitionist show-off, or even worse, an over sharing emo. Love English beaches. Always soooo much lobster pink flesh and celluilte on show. I sat there giggling at this, then proceded to fall asleep and scald my face so badly that I looked like a leprosy victim for the rest of the trip. Serves me right really.

 What a babe. And the pig ain't bad either.

This foaming at the mouth beast won best in show. This pig obviously has the X-Factor.

VAMPIRE PIG! 

The Royal Bath and West country show, was probably the most hilarious part of the trip. Surrounded by scarecrow looking men in muddy barbours, a billion gazillion dogs, cows, sheeps, pigs, rabbits, guinea pigs, chinchillas, goats, pgymy goats, llamas, alpacas of every breed, cross-breed and mutant breed imaginable, and then the slack-jawed gawper townie (i.e. me) stumbling around from tent to tent, oohing and awwing over the preeeettty animals, and then feeling only slightly guilty when stuffing their faces with country farmed sausage sandwiches moments later. 

There was a room dedicated to CHEESE. A lactose intolerant nightmare.

Banksy.... Oooh you little tinker.

 

 

Ernie. He's actually a she.

Significant Other and Ernie. Girl Porn.

Rahni.

Significant Other

The most horrendous thing I ever saw. This was actually a competition prize.

Welcome to the West Country!

Bath Abbey

Significant Other

STREETSTYLE: POCAHONTAS IN A JUMPSUIT

P A I G E

Wearing a killer jumpsuit from my shop.