It’s not everyday that one of your dear friends launches their very own print magazine so when James Joseph, Editor-in-Chief of the world’s largest dark style digital publication, Stylenoir, did just that earlier this year I was very excited indeed. Well, I’m every bit as excited to share the news of Stylenoir’s second ever print issue which hits the stands today! The Monarchy Issue is an exquisite celebration of all things ominous which explores the way in which power, greed and corruption has pervaded the royal bloodline via 120 pages of darkly beautiful editorials and interviews with the likes of fashion designer Katie Gallagher, the duo behind Fyodor Golan and iconic American Horror Story star, Naomi Grossman. With photography by the talented Merry Phillips, Ekaterina Belinskaya and Jenny Brough and clothes by Vivienne Westwood, Todd Lynn, David Koma and Eudon Choi to name but a few, it’s the kind of mag that could and most likely will double as a coffee table tome. I was lucky enough to be among the small group invited to preview it last night and experience the inspiration behind it by way of a historic walk through Britain’s Monarchy with Alex Marx from Fox & Squirrel finishing up with celebratory drinks at the Golden Lion pub. Congratulations James and the whole Stylenoir team!
You can order your copy (and I highly recommend you do) online here.
Love Ella. X
Picking up where we left off at the J.Crew ‘do, up next on that crisp Wednesday night’s party agenda was a trip to the Temperley boutique on Bruton Street where Alice was celebrating the launch of her latest collaboration with none other than Gordons Gin. Gorgeous frocks and top notch booze, a match made in party heaven don’t you think?
We arrived at around half past 9, fairly late for this kind of affair, but the festivities were still in full swing thanks to a heady blend of delicious yet lethally strong gin cocktails and general joie de vivre. Naturally there were famous faces a’ plenty with Laura Bailey, Jade Parfitt, Emilia Fox and Jodie Kidd heading up the bevvy of Temperley clad beauties mingling up and down the stairs. Equally unsurprising-yet-enjoyable were the spectacularly handsome waiters stationed around the place serving traditional English delicacies such as Union Jack shaped finger sandwiches, hot smoked mackerel and piccalilli on granary toast and roast dexter beef complete with mini Yorkshire puddings and horseradish cream.
Jade Parfitt, Alice Temperley & Jodie Kidd
There isn’t a great deal more to say about this soirée except that a jolly good time was had by all and there were bottles of Gordons gin in the goody bags, hooray!
Love Ella. X
What: Elephant print dress by Charlotte Taylor, Bag by Alice & Olivia, Hat by Preston & Olivia (all c/o) Jumper by Gap, Coat by Whistles, Ring by Monica Vinader & Shoes by Kurt Geiger
Where: Blogging masterclass for Grazia at the Apple Store.
Oh how I love this outfit. There’s something about a silky skater dress that just makes you feel fabulous, am I right? When said frock is printed with teeny tiny elephants balancing on balls and topped off with a jaunty cloche hat I start to get so over excited it’s fairly worrying. But while I may have felt like the bees knees in this ensemble, my Dad mocked me mercilessly when I bumped into him on my way out. The only possible conclusion is that he is foolish and knows nada about fashion. Hats are great, especially when worn with elephant print but anyway, I digress. That evening I was off to the Apple Store to give a “blogging masterclass” for Grazia along with Emily of Fashion Foie Gras and Ella of Coco’s Tea Party. The idea that I could be considered an authority on anything other than where to get a good Lychee Martini or how to run up really, really enormous phone bills in a very short amount of time is a bit bizarre but it seemed to go well once I got over my nervousness at speaking on front of a room full of people. Huge thanks to everyone who came along and for those that didn’t but are intrigued, the video will be up on iTunes soon!
Love Ella. X
Images by Lea Salomone
At long, long last J.Crew have finally opened up shop here in Blighty. But I’m sure you already know that. You may even have been among the hoards who queued half way up Regents Street to get your hands on the embellished beauties within and if so, I applaud you. Fashion folk are notorious for cracking open the champers to celebrate the slightest anything but I’m sure you’ll agree, the arrival of one of the most coveted brands on the planet is more than deserving of a knees up.
After a day spent looking at 1920s couture in the Victoria & Albert Museum archive (fascinating but not as glam as it sounds, trust me) and unsuccessfully attempting to get my head around the technicalities of bias cutting I was more than ready to have a little fun although admittedly, that is my default setting. By the time my party pal Maddison Brudenell and I arrived, the vast balloon covered boutique was already packed. Unsurprisingly, the entire industry were in attendance. It was the kind of event where the combined effect of everyone you’ve met being there and there just being a hell of a lot of people made navigating the crowds difficult but such mingle-tastic fun, no one particularly cared. Eventually we managed to navigate our way upstairs where cocktails were being served from a vintage trolley while the J.Crew dream team, Jenna Lyons, Mickey Drexler and Tom Mora held court in the shoe emporium. When a member of the lovely PR team running the show asked if I might be keen to be introduced to Mickey I practically knocked her over in my rush to get there.
In case you didn’t know (unlikely) Mickey Drexler is the retail legend who’s work at Gap during the 90s grew it into the multi billion dollar global label it is today. As for what he’s done at J.Crew, well, the proof is in every Editor’s wardrobe. Naturally I was more than a little nervous about meeting such an industry legend but as is so often the way with the people you find most impressive, Mr Drexler was not only charming but a real laugh too. I then turned around to find none other than Tommy Hilfiger standing behind me looking dapper beyond belief in pinstriped tailoring! After a few minutes dithering I thought, sod it, and said hello. It’s always better to grow a pair and go for it I reckon and of course, Tommy was utterly lovely. Chatting to the man behind one of the most iconic mega brands ever to come out of the USA about his fantastic, surf inspired SS14 collection was a pretty pinch-me-I’m-dreaming experience.
As I’m sure you can imagine, I could quite happily have stayed sipping champagne amid the divine J.Crew clothes for hours on end but of course, all good must come to an end. We also had more places to be and people to see but that my friends, is a tale for another time.
Love Ella. X
As long term LPA readers will know, from time to time I do
rant talk about subjects of a non sartorial nature. When half the world lost it over Miley Cyrus twerktastic VMAs performance I joined in the conversation to argue my bit about the grossly unfair standards female stars are held to in comparison to their male counterparts. Well, since then good old Miley’s had the Daily Mail readers tearing their hair out by swinging butt naked in her Wrecking Ball video (which, might I add, promptly snagged the Vevo record for the most views in the first 24 hours after its release and for being the fastest clip to reach 100 million views) and then, just last week, for lighting up a spliff on stage at the EMAs. Naughty. I’m not particularly about to defend Miley’s antics or weigh in on her feminist fued with Lily Allen because to be honest, sex, drugs and who’s-the-bigger-feminist aren’t the issues that really get my goat here. The thing that’s been driving me nuts of late, and has only been further exacerbated by this whole situation, is the fact society seems to have the expectation that every remotely high profile woman should be some kind of role model. This was a subject raised brilliantly by the Dawn O’Porter in her Glamour Magazine column this month. Dawn questioned why the HELL any of us expect or even want Rhianna to be a role model rightly asking, “why can’t some women just be rock stars?”
Plenty of male celebs have, and continue to behave badly in the name of rock n’ roll and while it may cause a few raised eyebrows here and there, no one’s accusing them of being a bad influence on all boys ever. From what I can gather, Justin Bieber’s world tour has thus far consisted of him running around drunk and shirtless, visiting brothels, getting chucked out of hotels and bailing on performances yet while we collectively label him an idiot, no one seems to be suggesting that he should be setting a better example to impressionable young boys. Even when Chris Brown beat Rhianna to hospitalisation it was her who was lampooned for condoning domestic violence when she decided to take him back. Do you remember Brown ever being labelled a “bad role model” or anything much being said about his responsibility to his fans? Admittedly this is a very extreme example. Brown committed a violent crime and the last thing I would argue would be that his actions are in any way condonable but it just serves to illustrate the huge disparity between the expectations placed on male and female stars.
Personally, I don’t feel that being a performer automatically gives you the same degree of responsibility as a politician or a parent but if we’re going to decide it does, then that can’t just apply to women. I would go so far as to argue that condemning female celebrities in this way is not only deeply unfair but harmful to the feminist cause and in many ways, frankly, insulting. Isn’t the implication that women are less capable of mediating their own behaviour than men, or more easily influenced? The response to Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy was the final straw in this matter as far as I’m concerned. As noughties teen I’ve watched the first film at least once a year for the past decade and was beyond excited for the release of book number three regardless. I was gutted to hear it had earned some pretty rubbish reviews but my dismay swiftly turned to rage when I read a couple and learned that much of the criticism was focused not on shoddy plot lines but the fact Bridget had shaped up to be a poor “feminist role model”. Sorry but WTF!? When was Bridget Jones ever meant to be a feminist role model? And are we seriously now going to extend the demand that famous women set a good example to fictional characters?!
As is always the case with spur-of-the-moment opinion pieces, this isn’t going to be brought to a tidy conclusion. You’ve heard my opinions on the subject, what do YOU think?
Love Ella. X