WHILE IT HAS been sunny lately and all the leaves are still wonderfully green with only a few touches of yellow here and there, and only a few that have fallen along pathways and around the foot of signs at coffee and ice cream shops, it was blustery today. The kind of blustery wind that has a coolness attached to it, the kind that is meant to shake leaves from trees and carry them away ...
. . . and if there was any doubt as to how fleeting the summer months are, one week of wimbledon, the world’s oldest & most prestigious tennis tournament, has already come and gone, unavoidably missed, due to wonderful projects and whirlwind travels, but, happily, still the final week left of royal attendees and crisp summer whites, impossible excitement and, of course, strawberries & cream . . .
New York Fashion Week came and went with little fanfare. This time around, there seemed to be a lack of enthusiasm for the affair. Vanessa Friedman, the Fashion Director and Chief Fashion Critic for The New York Times expressed a similar sentiment in the article, “Marc Jacobs and the Ghosts of Fashion Past and Future.” The article suggests a somber tone during fashion week. Friedman points out that it seemed to suffer from an identity crisis partially as a result from the loss of influence that New York designers once had over the fashion world.
IT IS MIDSUMMER and our very favourite time of year. We love the long, hot sunny days, and all the wonderful things that this time of year brings: picnics in the park and Thames-side bicycle rides, drinks on outdoor terraces and high ponytails and bronzed skin.
HAVE FEATURED THE instagram photographs of Amanda Shadforth from Oracle Fox here before, but it’s been a while and she’s in Paris, where powdery blossoms flirt...