ON THE PROWL
ON THE HUNT AND ALWAYS EVOLVING
“Is it over, or is it just the beginning…”
When in any times of doubt… be more Bette Davis.
I am sorry my post is late this week - and for its brevity - life has been taking over. I have a funeral today, I thought I was ‘OK’ but the truth is its all I have been thinking about. But if I commit to something, I like to commit… Part One now, Part Two later, post… If you feel like subscribing you can read my archive ramblings, such as ‘who owns a memory’, and how history is bent and shaped by the loudest voices rather than the truth… the story behind ‘why’ I created the Ever After Garden with Anya Hindmarch, or the time I interviewed Anna Wintour.
Usually I like to post on Mondays - when Bank Holidays and MET Galas don’t disrupt play. I write about the fashion of life - the style we wear, how we live and the creatives that inspire. I am not interested in the Mean Girls, the politics, I have been dipped in glitter and am enamoured with its magic and beauty.
From the steps of the MET Gala to Cruise Shows and Cannes… to reality…
In life we all wear many guises, play many roles, there are those that are seen – those that are unseen.
All are equal in the moment they exist.
Last week I let my cats into the garden for the first time, this might sound like a tangent, but in my world it was a BIG DEAL. Bigger than the fanfare of a red carpet.
Your home is your kingdom, and I am - like so many - merely paparazzi to my pets.
I live in chocolate box little cottage, hidden in the suburbs, one that Goldilocks wouldn’t look twice at… It’s tucked in a quiet lane and filled with more characters than a Netflix blockbuster: we have the fox breeder, the wannabe property developer and the revolving door of builders, we have Falcons as emotional support animals, the Head of the Holly leaf protection society… and I have cats, that I love and guard like the crown jewels.
At the moment things feel more David Attenborough Secret Garden than Chelsea Flower… But, as the Britney Spears song warned: I am overprotective.
Is this a good or bad thing?
To be - or not to be : Single Crazy Cat Lady.
As I opened the door to Wonderland… I expected it to be like the scene where you discover Narnia, Never-Neverland, Wonka’s Chocolate Factory… the moment when Cinderella gets the glass slippers - the ‘moment’ where anything can happen…
The reality was two baby mice (*ok, ok, rats, ‘mice’ feels less scary). I was then love bomb gifted by my purring predators : a live mummy mouse, dropped onto my laptop mid zoom (the noise I made wasn’t human) and then RIP dead mouse. We all came in for another ‘Time Out’.
It made me think of the reality and unreality of the red carpets. The way we dress up and filter what we share - and what we don’t.
How ironic this falls on Mental Health Awareness week, something the great Manolo Blahnik supports. I liked this image, and the beauty in fragility, on Homeopathy UK :
There is the living and the glossed parts we share. There is the version we don’t
I was in Mayfair the other day, and like a caterpillar in chryallis-mode there are buildings that hang like bleak skeleltons suspended between lives… hoping to be restored to butterfly glory…
It made me wonder: how much work goes into a moment, and how we hunt for the good, the bad, and online predators go in for the kill.
Fashion as Art – life as Art.
Make a statement, not an apology - and don’t be the black sheep -
be the pink sparkling unicorn…
