Rain….

Well I doubt that there will be any updates for a few weeks as I head off to Thailand now (via a Not Christmas lunch today at The Rents with my Brother and his wife which can only mean that my Mother has convinced everyone that I’m not coming back. Yes yes Mother of course I am now living out Bridget Jones Part II and we all know what happens there after the bag search…..).

Looking out the window on a grim Sunday in London I’m really happy to be heading to some sun and wish everyone a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Bon Bon

Just about to head out for tea with Pippa (Madame Says fame) and Jack (fresh from DJing with Girlcore as an honorary Spanish Lady) and I’m whiling away the hours by plodding through the 6 months worth of French Vogues piled up on my floor as my 3rd lot of pre-holiday washing finishes.

All I can say is that I would officially HATE to be a Le Bon child… can you imagine having this amazing 44 nearly 45 year old creature as your MOTHER? Especially when you have Simon’s genes as well as his surname….. I’m not being cruel but c’mon Simon was never the skinniest Durannie now was he. OK so the frilled shirts never helped anybody, agreed.

In my teens at the Rio tour concert Mr Le Bon patted me on the head.

I wasn’t best pleased as I’d only pushed to the very front because I was sure that John Taylor would notice me in my stripy T-shirt pouting (I thought) like Kim Wilde in The Kids video.

Naturally he didn’t…. too busy slapping base…. and I’d not figured that my outfit was more Team Simon than Taylor.

Photo Credit: French Vogue October 09. Alasdair McLellan

www.yasminlebon.net

All White

At the risk of sounding like that Barrymore bloke: all white.. denim… WHY did we do that?

This thought was triggered by searching for the Strangelove video and finding the Paris version (posted) and some togged out in all white denim antiseptic US one which felt really dated.

Post Rifat Ozbek’s Nirvana collection (I brought the white satin embroidered bomber from Joseph Pour La Maison… satin jacket obsessive that I am) myself and Fat Tony would go out on Thursday night like 2 glowing Persil adverts and come home on Sunday as 2 street urchins covered in black club-grime.

An all white party was a personal fave…

The entire place was white.

We were clothed in white.

At midnight (was in NYE? Mind is a bit fuzzy) a net of blue balloons and matching confetti floated down to oooohs and ahhhs. Blue confetti hits wet floor and POW we are dancing in a pool of blue dye and end up like Shalom at the end of a McQueen show.

It’s funny listening to this clip from The Clothes Show (Jeff Banks but who is the other person?) as nothing regarding LFW has changed!

Bigger… Blonder…

And I now have the urge to pierce my nose……

And Mavi should think about full PVC catsuit and corn-rolls…. at least before Jack does.

For Michael L x

 

Some Music For Saturday Afternoon…..

 

Belle Epoque

Another song that would have me and my Dad dancing if it was on TOTP… I’d be 9 years old and probably in my jim-jams.

And here’s another:

 

Hotel Bathroom Candid

SIBLING sweater, red Ray-Bans and well behaved hair.

And here is a TINY picture of Miss Hemingway rocking my usual hair-don’t and an enviable amount of spangles:

Princess Julia’s Playlist

A few gems from Julia’s playlist for the Chivas Studio party for SIBLING hosted by our very good friends METAL

 

Metal Madrid: Live Life With Chivalry

Just back from a few sunny days in Madrid as guests of Chivas and METAL Magazine where SIBLING hosted a party.

Such fun!

With music provided by Princess Julia, the Loewe creative team headed up by Stuart Vevers on hand to get the party started and a fight breaking out at the end it really was a little piece of London in Spain….

The next day over Breakfast Ingleses (eggs, bacon and deep fried mini-balls of potato… not quite sure what part of England this full English came from… Joe said ‘Kerry Katona’s kitchenette’) we chatted about Julia’s impressive playlist: Gina X for Joe and DAF for me and on the way to yet another shoot stumbled across a shoe shop for flamenco dancers…

I now want white boots!!!

Princess J brought a very neat pair of Day Heels in a pale beige…..

PS does anyone know WHY coffee in Madrid tastes so goddamn awful? Even the Spanish complained. Sid and I ran to Starbucks (correction I did like some saddo) only to find that it was still terrible. Oh and tea with hot froth anyone? Yep really. Sid had a Cuppa-ccino….

Pierre – Brighton

A New Favourite…..

Pierre  - Brighton always adds some beautiful images often of himself Blade Runner eyed or big bowed and sometimes of his friends but always his pictures have a lovely feel to them.

Photo Credits: Pierre Brighton

http://pierre-brighton.blogspot.com/