I'm Sorry Matthew

In anticipation of a deliciously new episode of Brothers & Sisters, Gabriel and I chose to gather some fitting edibles from the shop around the corner. However, our corner shop is a little beyond the self-consciously in-vogue Electric House - an exclusive beehive buzzing with thin hot things, each hyper-aware of their contribution to the fashionable epicenter of the capital. Striding along past the line of mingling smokers, we lock eyes with none other than the incredibly suave and well put-together Matthew Williamson. I feel Gabriel squeeze my shoulder, and it's then that it dawns on me - I am excruciatingly underdressed in the most disproportionate outfit I have ever worn in public, which is bad enough, except now he's gazing at us rather too much longer than is normally considered polite! By the time we reach the safe harbour of Buy Best, we're cackling uproariously as we take stock of my (borrowed) black Crocs, an enormous (borrowed) knitted poncho, with a (borrowed) scarf slung not only around my neck but also around that of Gabriel's. And for those of you who aren't aware of what we look like, I am rather tall and Gabriel is considerably shorter. All in all, an odd duo.

Just to show you all why I am convinced I will not be the inspiration for Williamson's latest collection, here is a small taster from his Spring and Summer 2009 offerings. Yum.

Unfortunately, these photos do not show just how gorgeously saturated his colours are, but especially this fuschia and scarlet ensemble is glorious in full technicolor. See at Style.com...

Natural Fashion

We've just started a new module at university titled 'The Body Adorned'. We haven't been given an incredibly detailed brief yet, but I immediately thought of this book that I fell in love with recently titled Natural Fashion: Tribal Decoration from Africa by Hans Silvester. It is an intriguing example of the kind of creativity that springs from humanity living in abundance and simbiosis with nature. The Surma and Mursi tribes of East Africa live near the busy streams and rivers that cut through the dry savannahs of the Rift, allowing for a bounty of fruit trees, grasses, flowers and papyrus to flourish. Especially before the arrival of the rain season, the hot weather encourages families down to the cooling shades of the water, where the inspiring raw materials for their creations lie. As Silvester notes; 

"For Westerners, any such activity might demand great intellectual effort - which branch, what colour, how and where should they be arranged? - and the whole process could seem laborious... but here people make their choices spontaneously but firmly... They live so closely to nature that they also act naturally..."

The Rift Valley is blessed with a rich paint-box of minerals and earth pigments. Red, ochre, shades of white, yellow and light grey - with the exception of blue, the tribes have access to concentrated colour that contrast beautifully with the coppery tone of their skin. The painting also has the practical property of protecting them from sun exposure. The pigments dry within seconds, which give the artists a spontaneous incentive to act in bursts.

What I find so fascinating is Silvester's thoughts on the up until recent absence of mirrors in these tribes. Even the rivers are too silty to provide a clear reflection, leaving the response and reaction of others as a measure. Since your self-image is determined through the eyes of others, the practice of body-painting and decoration is rarely done alone, and often in teams.  

Surely what we are seeing is one of the very first art forms - more than likely far far older than cave paintings and other recordable varieties. This close interaction with nature requires a knowledge of the properties of each material, leading to a tactile understanding and instinct for the environment. Perhaps this enjoyable way of learning was intrinsic to our survival - and how apt that this very human instinct to create and touch should still thrive in what is often referred to as the 'Cradle of Humanity'.

And just quickly (that was quite a big sentence I wrote up there), a slightly less spontaneous example of our rather more studied approach to dressing up... 

Cobalt Seas and Westerly Winds

Is it just me, or is there a waft, a mere hint, that spring is springing nearer with each day? No? Ah well, the new spring/summer collections by Toast are enough to convince anyone that it simply MUST be getting warmer. Now i'm off to water my geraniums before I go and take my morning dip in the warm turquoise sea beneath my little whitewashed home. Byeee!

Fortunato Jewels

I just had to post these nostalgic creations by Lizzie Fortunato. They have wonderful titles like this "peace and love" brooch and the "sunshine and daydreams" necklace. Love 'em. They can be found on www.kabiri.co.uk, but don't say I didn't warn you... 

Lacroix Dreams

These are the richest, most sumptuous, drool-worthy wedding gowns I have ever laid eyes on! And they both come courtesy of the master Christian Lacroix; one from his latest couture collection, and the other from fall 2007. His creations have been described as a "spirited, delightful, ethnic mix-up," and I quite agree.

Now if only I could get the one waiting for me at the altar to wear this fantastic ensemble i'd be quite delirious...