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Street trend: jacquard sweaters

The word I really want to use is jacquard. One of those strange fashion words I am familiar with, probably having spent too much time browsing mail order catalogues and reading my mum’s magazines as a child, it has a sense of naff midle-Englishness about it, a bit like an old sit com. Bouclé is a similar word, as is the colour fawn.

But I digress from the point of this post; I spotted a young man yesterday wearing the most beautiful sweater as he stood before me in the queue at the local organic store. With a vibrant pattern of reds, oranges, rusts and deep blues and a intricate, highly textured surface, what was most enviable about it was that it was the perfect cover up for a summer evening. The slightly open weave allowed for breeze whilst the weight and quality of the knit – I’d guess at a combination of cotton and silk – suggested warmth but without any sense of heaviness, after all he was wearing shorts and deck shoes so this was no winter warmer. And as I gazed enviously at his knit I realised that I’d seen a number of sweaters with similar patterned qualities around recently. To my mind this means a street trend.

I’m usually the last fashion blogger in town to get excited about the change of seasons (at least at this side of the year) but with an upcoming holiday combining a sunny capital and days at the beach with cooling off in the mountain air, I’m definitely on the lookout for a stylish windbreaker.

The second word I have to use is Missoni. In these post I Am Love times I am completely obsessed with Italian brands, and the kind of effortless (though it is clearly not) Italian style and genius with colour that The Sartorialist showcases on a daily basis. I don’t own any Missoni, though that might need to change and I can’t think of another brand who would be more likely to turn out the most perfect of jacquard sweaters.

If you’re still wondering about that word jacquard, the most useful and least technical definition I could find came from the Merriam Webster dictionary:

Main Entry: jac·quard
2 : a fabric of intricate variegated weave or pattern

Besides the random Google image find above, below is a selection of Missoni knitwear: vintage Missoni pieces and a single image from the upcoming Missoni AW10 season.

Expect a blog post soon once I’ve found the perfect sweater for my mountain idyll.


Tetro: beyond time in Buenos Aires

Yesterday I went to see Francis Ford Coppola’s Tetro, a moody, largely black and white film set in Buenos Aires. Its been released here to lukewarm reviews with the usual suggestions of ‘flawed brilliance’ that directors of long-ago iconic movies generally face. Personally I loved it as it brought back memories of Rumblefish, another black and white movie by Coppola, that also has family relationships between men at its core.

From a fashion perspective it’s not a menswear epic but there are enough details to keep fashion eyes focused. Little-known though vaguely recognisable (to me) Alden Ehrenreich arrives wearing fetching sailor whites (though, comically, it turns out he’s actually a waiter on a cruise ship!) and is probably the style focus of the film. Crisp white underwear, a nice vintage watch and a notable polka-dot shirt are some of his other sartorial offerings. Later on he wears an incredible zebra print sweater and a touch-and-go white brocade tux. At times the styling was so perfect one suspects the influence of Coppola ‘hija’ Sofia.

Of course, no stranger to a fashion advertising feature, co-star Vincent Gallo is always a style icon to be reckoned with, but one gets the feeling with Gallo that its all about looking at him rather than what he’s wearing, though big Elvis sideburns, some high grade henley tops and a timely blazer didn’t go unnoticed.

Having spent a month in Buenos Aires a few years ago I was instantly drawn back to the dreamy sense of timelessness about the place, with its overriding atmosphere of being a part of Europe cast far adrift. The film strongly echoed this sense of being beyond time as it was sometimes difficult to tell what decade we were in, 50s, 70s, 80s, now? (particularly in black and white). A concept that I find very current with regards to fashion, having reinterpreted every period countless times we are now freer than ever to simply pick the details that appeal to us, without fear of desecrating period reconstruction.

Just as I was contemplating this post, Steve the talented creative director of One point oh sent me a link to a site I’d never come across before: nerdboyfriend.com

It’s a long-standing feature of my blogging to include film related style pieces (just Google Brandish, my name and film to see some results) but nerdboyfriend.com blew me away. I particularly love the way that none of the featured men are ones typically associated with being style icons but here they are, and the tireless research involved in finding the matching clothing items shows both a great deal of  love and fashion nous.

I’ll get my coat then.

http://nerdboyfriend.com/

Both Tetro images from Aceshowbiz.com


Prada SS11: Milanesi in platforms

Part II in my reviews of recently streamed menswear shows is Prada SS11. I have to say watching it again has only added to my excitement about the phenomenon that is mens fashion right now, and for me it surpassed the Jil Sander show as I will actually be buying items from the Prada collection. Everything about this show is genius. The soundtrack has lots of resonance for me – a genius mashup of Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus with Jeanne Moreau’s vocal from the soundtrack of the film Querelle (both seminal pieces of media from my youth!).

Originally streamed live to a (no doubt) rapt audience around the world, the setting of an underground car park with municipal looking red plastic seating (a million miles away from the gilded thrones of front row Paris) cranks up the sense of the unexpected from the outset. Again, there was lots of colour, in both striped-neck knitwear and the use of contrasting grosgrain ribbons on shirtfronts in bold, acid colours. The key garment is probably the short-sleeved cotton v-neck overshirt, apparently inspired by uniforms  worn by nurses and fastfood workers with a prominent front pocket. Again, blue was prevalent as was denim, in a gorgeous light snow wash, as both oversized shorts and in a version of the v-necked overshirt. I am really intrigued by this item, and can imagine it’s adaptability whether layered over shirt and tie, polo shirt or a simple contrasted T. I also loved the return to very slim, black tailoring. The combination of this silhouette with the stacked footwear and slashed necklines had a certain sense of youthful Gothic counterculture about it, offset perfectly of course by Bauhaus clicking and echoing away in the background.

What everyone has been talking about, of course, is the shoes. For me a throwback to the playfulness of the much missed Miu Miu mens shoe range, Miuccia has served up a triple stack of shoe here, combining a brogued upper with a layer of espadrille sandwiched with a trainer sole. When I first saw these I thought they looked a bit heavy for summer and in my eagerness to own a pair, envisioned myself crunching through autumn leaves a good inch taller than I usually am. However, having noted the espadrille filling in the shoe sandwich I concede their summer-iness, though I am no less eager to actually get my hands on a pair, particularly the ones with multi-coloured brogue upper in browns and greens. As ever, I’m left wishing we could just scratch the dreary English winter from our calendar and speed on to next Spring.

Other reviews of note:

Fantastic Man’s featured ‘daily recommendation’ of the Prada platforms this week

A great writeup By Lucas from The Clackers

Dazed Digital’s Resee of the collection offers a close-up view

Below are some more screengrabs from the Prada menswear SS11 show, available to watch in full at Prada.com

Jil Sander menswear at Pitti: Acid thunder

Following a tip off from Fantastic Man’s @charlie_porter I just watched the Jil Sander show at Pitti Uomo in Florence online. I’m still amazed by  the democracy that such a step as broadcasting catwalk shows over the internet evidences. Now THIS is the type of live event I do want to watch. Real-time tweeting with menswear Twitter stalwarts Steve @StyleSalvage (who was there in person) and London designer @johnhlittle, added to the sense of live-ness. And the clothes? I loved the confidence with colour. Raf Simons has definitely moved on from his days of Gothic gloom and post-punk hardness. The cinched-back jackets, rolled sleeves and long, belted suit jackets were a playful take on shape and structure but overall, the most outstanding element was those COLOURS. Sometimes layered in single-colour pieces, othertimes it was an acid flash(back) – the cinched belts on the jacket reverse, the acid coloured shoe soles. This colour frenzy though was grounded by the contrast with simple white shirt/black tie/black jacket and some really strong, youthful suiting in a lovely deep blue. That’s if anything could be said to be grounded with the incredible Madchester-era, acidic house music pumping away throughout. If there was one item I’d want to beg, borrow or steal it would be the acid striped sweater: thick vertical lines in modernist colours taking a detour towards the top of the sweater into a neat right angle. Bravo Mr Simons, what a resounding, exciting success

Paint It White – Maison Martin Margiela 20, Somerset House, London

My overriding thought on visiting the Margiela  20 Year retrospective show at Somerset House was of how familiar everything seemed, as though Margiela’s influence has been everywhere in the last 20 years, and of course it has. Fashion labels and retail environments from APC to Muji owe something to Monsieur Margiela.

From the vinyl tabi footprints leading the way into the exhibition (a tribute to Margiela’s signature cloven-hoofed  footwear) to the whitewashed furniture and domestic objects,  its clear that you are in the presence of a very singular design aesthetic. The absence of any images of Margiela himself (he is missing  even from the silhouette sculpture of the House of Margiela personnel) is, ironically, part of what makes his style so recognisable.

A catwalk video literally invites you in. From then on, the show is presented thematically, almost like a science exhibit, with plenty of opportunity to see the clothes up close and (thankfully) often not even behind glass. Themes such as ‘destruction’ (clothing ripped or otherwise damaged) and the Margiela motif par excellence of ‘trompe l’oeil’ reveal the thinking behind key pieces and entire collections.

From a menswear perspective, exhibit 23, ‘Men’ is of most interest. A series of model mugshots and video footage of the Margiela menswear show at Teatro Puccini at Pitti in 2006 together with the actual garments worn there –  a tribe of space buccaneers clad entirely in futuristic white – gives an insight into Margiela’s vision for men.

In addition, I am particularly fascinated by the ongoing series of Margiela ‘found objects’ catalogued CSI-like with plain white labels indicating the era and place of origin of the original ‘model’ item. In this way, a beautiful vintage homburg hat, the perfect dinner jacket, a 1920s doctors coat, Austrian army running shoes are recreated, and in doing so, both honour the original and draw out the very characteristics that make them familiar.

The attention to detail in this exhibition leaves a real impression, everything from the basic courier font of the exhibition guide printed on plain white paper, to video and other realia from the individual stores around the world. I have a personal obsession with the cult of fashion show invites, at its best in Paris it seems, and made a list of my favourites from the Margiela archive: a newspaper advert with the show circled by a marker pen on an otherwise nondescript listings page, white print on clear bubble wrap, a white handkerchief, a white ceramic plate, a hospital wristband, a bar of chocolate, a plaster wishbone, cress seeds on a bed of white cotton wool. This is the stuff of art school dreams! Elegant simplicity that manages to make us aware of the designed objects we are continuously surrounded by.

The exhibition isn’t huge (and is all the better for that) but definitely left me wanting to own at least a few Margiela pieces and slightly mortified that I don’t already. What follows are some suggested items currently available from outlets online. I’ve always found Margiela’s footwear to be particularly tempting: from a pair of flat-heeled ‘cowboy’ boots I really SHOULD have bought in the Brussels store to some stunning recent trainers, the combination of amazing luxury materials with Margiela signature minimalism is at its very best in the shoes I think.

Items:

Yellow AIDS 2010 t-shirt, Oki-ni

Trompe l’oeil ‘cigarette packet’ T shirt, Tres Bien Shop

Camarugue boots, Oki-ni

Mint green trainers, Oki-ni


Maison Martin Margiela, 20 is at Somerset House until 5 September.

In London, the Maison Margiela store is at 22 Bruton Street, W1J 6NE.

Blazer Glory

I love a fashion story, especially one with a happy ending, and God willing, this one will have. I’ve been posting about my interest in blazers a lot lately. Admired at E.Tautz, contemplated at Reiss, but it wasn’t until last weekend that my interest saw some results. A brief visit to Liberty ended up with me purchasing a navy blue APC blazer, or was it? I’ve been doing my research and it turns out I didn’t buy a blazer at all but a sports jacket. Here’s the story line: I turn up to Liberty for a second, confirmatory visit to the APC jacket. I try on, friend oohs and ahs about the fit, the fabric and the lovely, inky shade of navy blue. But whilst I’m being fitted to have the sleeves adjusted for that all-important shirt cuff flash I spot that the assistant is wearing THE ULTIMATE BLUE BLAZER. His jacket is in a nubby, heavy-weave cotton, in the most gorgeous shade of marine blue. I can barely focus on having the sleeves of my purchase pinned for staring, now THIS is a blazer. In a sudden flash of recognition I realise that a blazer has patch pockets (so-named because of the traditional placement of school/club fabric patches), generally comes in a crease-resistant or at least crease negligible fabric and his jacket is what I wanted all along. My English reserve and the fact I’ve already made a purchase holds me back from asking him where said item came from. I assume: vintage, one off, one of a kind.

Flash forward several hours. I’m in bed surfing on the Macbook. Clue one: I come across this amazing photo from NY blog Street Etiquette (as retweeted by Steve at Style Salvage). Look at that fit! Look at the colour! Look at the buttons and the amazing vintage fabric! Somewhere along the line I’ve made a side step into SB as opposed to DB (I think this particular trend will be shortlived and looks best on the very skinny and very young). But still, this is definitely on the right track. The guy from Street Etiquette says he bought the blazer on Ebay. Cue many lost hours on Ebay searching for blazers in the US, with only one real find of any note.

Clue number two, accepting defeat I return to perusing ready to wear sites. Am intrigued by the term ‘hopsack blazer‘ on the Reiss site, I discover yet another US sartorial term: hopsack meaning loose/open weave, usually a mix of fabrics to ensure lightness during summer months, and crease resistance. Cue more futile Ebay searching, then random Googling of ‘hopsack’ and ‘blazer’.

At some point I stumble on a blazer with the exact fit of the PERFECT BLAZER, its by Our Legacy, a new Swedish brand. And then it happens, on the Tres Bien Shop I find it: the blue, nubby fabric blazer with the amazing fit, again by Our Legacy. SOLD OUT! After an hour or two of desperate searching I manage to find another store in Stockholm with the blazer in stock and willing to send it to the UK. As a side note I absolutely LOVE the way the blazer is styled on the Tres Bien Shop (rapidly becoming a ruinous shopping site for me), the kooky checked pocket square, the perfect faded jeans. This is exactly what I want to wear right now, very Mister Mort-ish eccentricity. Though I do have to say a huge thank you to the less pronounceable Kocksgatan17, who are actually sending me the blazer, and have the most charming customer service.

And so I’m now pensively waiting the arrival of the item I have fallen in love with. Not to be too overshadowed, I’m also awaiting the refitted APC ‘non blazer’, it may not be officially a blazer but I’m going to wear it as such, with chinos or (careful here) jeans. The crucial thing with the APC garment for me is the ‘dry’ fabric that makes it definitely blazerish. And the blue-black colour. Amazing. How many opportunities are there to wear blazers? Maybe there’s a blazer convention I can attend? How about a Blazer Party? A fetish club for men into blazers? I am officially obsessed and will be wearing these purchases with gusto over the coming months.

I leave you with three images of the Our Legacy blazer from the Tres Bien Shop, Sweden followed by some inspirational images of men in blazers (from Mister Mort, The Sartorialist, Facehunter respectively).

5 picks for a mercurial British summer

With the British summer proving to be as unpredictable as the will-they-won’t-they negotiations that just ended at No. 10, its best to plan for everything and be a man for all seasons. Here are some current favourites from what’s in stores right now. As a new touch, each pick is partnered with suggested reading, viewing or listening. It’s all about the inspiration, right?

Sweatshirts
There’s a whole lot of grey marl going on out there (unfortunately a bit too much of it in Essex). But I’ve always been a fan of the plain sweatshirt, especially when the shape is right. Classically American, it can also be extremely flattering, showing off broad shoulders and a strong chest to good effect (see Patrick Grant in the latest Fantastic Man for evidence). But if you really can’t bring yourself to dress like an ‘80s college jock, try this cashmere alternative from J. Crew instead.

Classic Sweatshirt by UNIQLO

Cashmere sweatshirt by J.Crew (available in the US only so bribe a friend)

Reading: Bret Easton Ellis, The Informers

Chinos
The search is on for the perfect chino of summer, and whilst the likely outcome is likely to be a remortgageable D&G or Raf Simons offering, I’m cutting my losses and investing in these ASOS gap-fillers now. Whatever happens, keep your eyes on minimal pocket details, self-coloured buttons and a semi-sheen that suggests high thread count. Oh, and pair with paint-splattered sneakers/boat shoes as though you’d just left your artists loft to get more mezcal.

Slim fit chinos, ASOS

Viewing: The Cool School (amazing documentary on LA’s art scene back in the day)

Navajo-inspired shorts
The perfect solution to British summer time: warm shorts! Perfectly styled @Oki-ni currently – think lots of layers, for a Mister Mort eccentric Grandad look (I’d suggest a thin sub-layer of just-over-the-knee cycling skins and a denim shirt or biker gilet). The Oki-ni featured ones are (naturally) super expensive but you could probably surface something similar and authentic in a Stateside vintage store. This look has me in mind of @JonnyMakeup, @TheCobraSnake and other So Cal miscreants at Burning Man. It may be hot in LA but it sure as hell gets cold in the desert at night.

Shorts both available at Oki-ni

Listening: Cage & Aviary, Friday 14th (LA mixes), Mock & Toof, Farewell to Wendo (the latter has nothing to do with LA whatsoever but would go down well at Burning Man, I’m sure)

Lewis Leathers hi-tops
With the leather biker jacket still looming large as a trend (if a little heavy for now – even for our summer) these Lewis Leather hi-tops are perfectly timed, bringing the iconic brand to a whole new medium. I particularly love the zip details at the back. The complete opposite to Converse blandness – these will have you striding out as though it was 1976 all over again. Wear with long shorts and cotton pastel socks for a touch of Noughties lightness.

Leather hi-tops available at The Garbstore

Reading: Just Kids (amazing memoir by Patti Smith of her youth, spent with Robert Mapplethorpe)

The pocket T shirt
This is a garment I’ve been thinking about since discovering a certain Arthur Russell’s penchant for the plain, pocketed T. Very New York, very 80s, just make sure it looks worn-in and super soft for maximum score.

T-shirt with pocket by American Apparel

Viewing: Wild Combination, A Life of Arthur Russell

What’s my line?

After a recent comment that my blog of late is becoming “too industry”, and needs to get back to being “a bit wilder” I decided to get back to basics and pin my flag to the mast again. In the build up to a General Election where the personal freedoms of the last decade and a half are under threat there has never been a better time to express an individual view.

After a post on E.Tautz and last week’s meet up with Patrick Grant it may be assumed that I’m maturing into a perspective where tailoring is key. But for me what someone like Patrick does is all about a passion for quality and turning things on their head so that ‘establishment’ looks become edgy and cool. What people wear on the street and the concepts and ideas they evoke are really still key for me.

And what I’m really feeling right now has a lot to do with authenticity, about living it for real. I think that’s a big part of our current fascination with photo documentarists like Backyard Bill, Mr Mort and The Facehunter. Of course, their ethnography is very honed in on a certain lifestyle, with a certain amount of polish added, but they’re still showing real people living their lives in gritty, urban cities like London and New York where one has so much choice about how to live.

Authenticity is a thorny issue in fashion, a case in point being the band T-shirt. Once worn as a badge of pride, a commitment to an artist or tribe, the more worn and faded the better, its now mass produced and sold at Topman, often to a teenager who really doesn’t care who X-Ray Spex were. And I’m not suggesting he should care, just postulating about how ideas currently get recycled and reworn, into just dressing up ‘as’.

Music, art and fashion are interlinked. This might sound obvious but the people who are really looking great and interesting to my mind right now are mainly involved in doing something else besides fashion.

So that was a lot of words, which is another part of what I’m about, if fashion is worth anything, the idea has to be as important as the image.

To end, here’s some images I’m currently inspired by: gender illusionist and legendary doorperson Jeanette (from the Facebook page celebrating his eponymous pop-up boutique at Start), the late artist Dash Snow, a noted hair stylist in New York City (via The Facehunter), man at Tokyo flea market (The Sartorialist). Men living their lives all, with marvelous diversity and amazing personal style.



The gentleman behind the brand: Patrick Grant and E.Tautz

Following my post about E. Tautz back in February, label owner Mr Patrick Grant was kind enough to offer me a talk through collections past, present and future (via a  glimpse of the sketches for Spring Summer 11) at their new Savile Row space, yesterday. It’s not every day you meet a Fantastic Man poster boy (see pages 66-73 current issue), but I have to say that Patrick was every bit as affable as Steve at Style Salvage documented in his interview and label profile last month.

What’s more, Patrick proved to be an absolute font of stories and knowledge about the production techniques and origins of the items in his collections. So, as we went through the garments I heard about intrigue on the isle of Harris (home of the legendary tweed), the precise meaning of the term ‘hand framed’ (as opposed to ‘hand knitted’), how the worlds best silk weavers reside in Sudbury, Suffolk and the part a certain Wendy in South Wales and her team of hand knitters plays in the quality of E.Tautz socks and mittens. In other words, just the sort of details I find fascinating.

Heritage
What impressed me, apart from Patrick’s knowledge and passion for British heritage production and the amazing materials themselves, is the clear thread of good taste that runs through it all. In my original post I said how I loved the inky blues, the emphasis on pattern, splashes of fiery autumnal orange and the clear inventiveness of Harris tweeds-with-a-twist used in that collection – which was so much more the case when viewing the collection as a whole. Elsewhere, my eyes fell on textured ties, both bows and otherwise – a long-standing favourite of mine, adding something informal and tactile to an otherwise formal getup, and such refined finishes as real horn buttons. E. Tautz is a brand that brings home the diversity of the British Isles and what it can produce, or more often, sadly, has been known for producing in the past.

As with any design studio/atelier, one’s attention is drawn to the clues to inspiration and influence as well as what’s on the racks. A quick scan of the moodboard (I decided against another grainy iPhone snap) showed the inevitable Duke of Windsor, but also Noel Coward and a very finger-on-the-button Pete Campbell (from Mad Men) in a cricket sweater. As anyone who works in fashion will tell you, much can be learned from the vintage pieces brought in, disassembled and used as inspiration, all the more fitting for E.Tautz as a heritage brand. I noted an original bow tie here, an amazing 60s Savile Row suit there, a creamy summer cashmere there.

In theory, I  may have been daunted about visiting a venerable institution on Savile Row but what makes E.Tautz different is that it’s not just about suits. It’s also about knitwear, accessories and separates which makes it very modern. Google E.Tautz and you’ll find it described as a ‘sporting and military tailors’. How very timely given that both military and sportswear are once again major themes in men’s fashion.

SS10
In terms of their current SS collection, available in store at Harrods in London, at Barneys in New York and  and also online at Matches, beside the perfectly judged summer weight Breton style striped sweaters, what really caught my eye were the blazers.  I’ve been looking for the perfect double breasted summer blazer and I have to say my eyes were drawn to E.Tautz on the pages of Matches site and now even more so having seen them in person. There’s something about the cut, the amazing fabrics (linen provides coolness but is blended to avoid the crumple) and above all (again) the perfect shades of blue. A special mention must go to the dressing gown Patrick showed me, in winter cotton (a diagonal cord) with matching knitted swimming trunks (sadly neither is likely to make it into production) that were pure Cary Grant.

All garment  images above from Matches: E. Tautz selection

Its probably a sign of my age that when deciding on a new wardrobe item I now instinctively look for something that will last. Whilst E.Tautz is a luxury brand with prices to match, the perceived extravagance of an £800 blazer can be measured against a pair of £500 Lanvin trainers.

I’m really looking forward to what the E.Tautz brand does next, given a very sensible shift towards separates. Glimpses of the future included lovely jackets of the blazer and harrington variety, some amazing knitwear and ongoing verve with colour and pattern. This shift in emphasis suggests that E.Tautz pieces will be making their way into many a discerning man’s wardrobe, be he of the Fantastic variety or simply appreciative of good taste and authenticity.

I Am Love – Tilda’s film defines the colours of summer

I saw I Am Love at one of it’s first screenings in the UK on Friday. And was literally blown away, so much so that Dalston actually looked inspiring on the walk home. Looking at stills from the movie sends a shiver up my spine. I’ve long been a fan of Miss Swinton, though at times I find her icy hauteur equally terrifying and beautiful. Not so here, where inner fragility is clear, although there’s also a strength of character that makes her Russian trophy wife a compelling heroine. Visually the film is stunning: acid bright colours dazzle (Swinton has described it as ‘Visconti on acid’), whilst the contrasting environments of sunny Liguria and a snow-bound Milan are celebrated and uncovered. Yellow predominates, from Tilda’s fabulous egg-yolk hair colour through shades of jonquil and chartreuse and a certain shade I associate with Milan (not having been there – yet). I’d refer to this as National Geographic meets Acqua di Parma via zucchini flower yellow. And then there’s the fabulous orange garments that Tilda wears. I could go on to half a dozen other palette choices.

There are just so many sensual, visual details to enjoy in this film. The delicate tattoo on Antonio’s wrist, the lesbian daughter’s metallic brocaded sweatshirt detail, red mousse being squeezed from a piping bag, inky squid trails on a dinner plate, the rustic interior of a mountain shack, the play of light on Antonio’s muscular back.

So, if you hadn’t guessed I’m saying GO SEE THIS MOVIE. It’s probably going to be my film of 2010. Perfect Spring viewing just as hopes for better weather become less of a piss in the wind.

Ms Swinton possesses such natural androgeny that her style is always an inspiration for how to look, period, regardless of your gender. Personally, I feel switched on to colour in a way I can’t recall since dancefloor experiences in sunny Europe and will be wearing as much of it as possible this summer.



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