Friday, 18 February 2011

FASHION IN THE BOMBED OUT CHURCH

Last year, with the help of some friends I organised a fashion shoot at St Lukes (otherwise known as 'The Bombed Out') Church in Liverpool. Everything was done for free, using our own clothes and props - the only thing we stuck our hands in our pockets for was the 'champagne' (Tesco's cheapest Cava) that we drank afterwards. Here are the fruits of our creative labours. St Lukes is a great location for any artistic work as well as a fantastic place to visit while wandering around Liverpool - always something new going on there thanks to the talented and lovely people at Urban Strawberry Lunch.

Art directors: Rachael Carpenter, Andre Titland
Models: Emily Cheshire, Michael Smith

All photos by Katherine Oliver: 

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Wednesday, 16 February 2011

It's still not Spring yet


Gossip Girl is back on our TV screens after a few week's break to liven up Wednesday evenings with an impossibly beautiful cast and completely unbelievable storylines. It’s not only about the ‘scandalous lives of Manhattan’s elite’ though – fashion is just as important and each episode is essentially a dramatised catwalk. The wardrobe is sent straight from couture heaven and this series is showcasing the most important contemporary high fashion trends (it’s not just the Womenswear that is sublime – see Chuck Bass). What really stood out for me before Christmas were Serena’s cerulean blue cropped trousers. Of course, Blake Lively could wear anything and make it look fabulous, but this colour still seems set to be huge. Everyone who is anyone has been injecting this electric blue into their collection and it’s a great evening alternative to black. I spotted a jumpsuit in the same colour in the upstairs window of Resurrection (Bold Street) – reminiscent of Studio 54 glamour in the most up-to-date colour, it’s definitely what’s missing from my Autumn/Winter/Spring/Summer wardrobe.

Don't let the bit of sun we've seen over that past few days or the gorgeous S/S collections hitting the shops fool you, it's still not Spring yet. Unfortunately. As ever in Liverpool, the main advice is WRAP UP WARM! The Mersey wind never fails to shock with its biting chill. Obviously, never betray fashion for practicality when it’s so easy to have both. The rural look is still massive and looks set to continue. The catwalks are full of luxurious Lady of the Manor looks and every ‘indie’ kid across the country seems to own a wax or quilted jacket. I’ve had Barbours since I was about three, initially for the practical reason of birth location. Water-proof, thorn-proof, hail-proof, EVERYTHING proof, it’s the all-in-one protection that every country dweller needs. But things are changing so get your accessories at the ready. There are so many wax jackets cropping up now that it is easy to buy one without paying the price tag that comes with a real Barbour, but there is a reason behind their phenomenal reputation. Luckily, the brand has recognised its resurgence in popularity and bought in designer Anya Hindmarch to design some signature pieces in a collection that will have you looking much more Kim Tate than Adge Cutler.

Vintage still, predictably, remains massive and with Lily Allen and her half sister Sarah Owen launching a vintage store in Covent Garden last year, it’s getting even more press. I won’t deny that I’m not itching to go down there. With designers from Ossie Clark to Lanvin, just window shopping would suffice. There’s a renting service for just 20% of the retail price so maybe, just maybe I could live out my YSL dream for a night...To quote the scathing ‘realism’ of Gossip Girl’s Blair Waldorf ‘It doesn’t matter if the dress is couture if the girl is off the rack.’ Best stick to Primark for now then, eh? 


XOXO

Oh My God! What if someone died in those clothes?

Moth-eaten and musty or a wardrobe must-have? Either way, the ‘vintage’ trend has prevailed over the past few years. Notoriously hard to define, I often wonder what is vintage

Can I go into a charity shop, buy a jumper that belonged to someone older than my grandmother and call it vintage chic? When does it stop being second hand and start becoming the height of fashion? If, when complimenting someone’s clothing you’re met with the answer ‘Oh, thanks – it’s second hand’ you may well get put off, but if they tell you it’s vintage you’d probably think it’s cool, yet essentially it means exactly the same thing. If I'm honest, I’m pretty glad of this current trend as I have personally always had a retrospective look on fashion, particularly having some sort of life-long obsession with the 1960’s. I’m not too sure where this love started – predominantly playing in my Mum’s vast wardrobe as a bored child and my youthful love of itv’s Heartbeat which I favoured over kid’s shows because I‘liked the clothes and the music.’  I do believe that Nick Berry was my first crush too, but we all have regrets. I remember spending hours after school when I was terribly young in Mum’s wardrobe attempting to make myself look like Dusty Springfield or ‘Gina out of Heartbeat’, so imagine my joy when the trend really took off – just about the time when the clothes started fitting me, conveniently.


I remember shopping in charity shops quite a few years ago for woolly jumpers, dresses and gold jewellery but I was met with cries from some of my friends of ‘Oh my God that’s horrible, what if someone died in those clothes?’ There was such a stigma attached, yet now they all shop 'vintage' and it’s suddenly fine to get exactly the same items from a speciality vintage store. It seems that the idea of wearing second hand fashionably, or looking ‘vintage’ started in the mid 1990’s with the emergence of Brit-pop bands and people like Jarvis Cocker famously wearing clothes from car boot sales – he is once quoted as saying that his favourite pair of trousers during Pulp’s fame he actually got from a skip. Yet, it is only over the past few years really that the idea has really taken off on the high streets, sparking a national craze. Of course, at the high end of the market, vintage is big business and always has been, due to the tremendous value of stand-out designers and  couture pieces, but the items within an average budget are fundamentally second hand, we just feel better calling them vintage.
It’s the musty attic, smoky smell of the clothes that’s one of the things I love about it. Naturally, always wash before wearing – it’s hardly as attractive as a signature scent after all, but it’s exciting, to me anyway, that behind every piece there is some sort of story. I have been known on more than one occasion to dream up some tale of heady 1970’s bohemia and imagine the person, or people, who have owned the item before me. I like to think that the clothes have had a life; it makes them more interesting and unique.
Think of any decade of the 20th century and you can conjure up a typical image, or various images that defined the fashions, with quite regimental time boundaries. Whether our images are fully accurate as we have not lived in them is irrelevant, it’s the very fact that we can do it that says so much. At the moment, we’re not  pinned down to one new look or identity and are always looking back in time for inspiration, as opposed to in the twentieth century when fashion was predominantly about looking forward, finding something new. We've just reached the end of the first decade of the twenty-first century yet I can think of barely any new fashion ideas that will define our high street in years to come. Look at people on the street today and you will see an eclectic mix of various pasts – indie boys looking like Mods wearing Ben Sherman, Fred Perry and overcoats or going all 1950’s with waistcoats, skinny ties and tailored pieces, girls in pearls and 1980’s jumpers, slogan t-shirts or the high-waisted 1940’s silhouette, the list goes on. It’s brilliant of course, because I adore vintage and have always been fascinated by past fashions, but it just means that we don’t have much of a legacy to leave future generations (New Rave? No.) Whether actually vintage or an inspired piece with a fresh take, we haven't had huge amounts of innovation in the high street. Please note I am talking about the high street and not high end, dismissing McQueen and co would be blasphemy. 
With so many gorgeous vintage and second hand stores in Liverpool as well as some incredibly good charity shops, it is a shame to fall victim to the glitzy window displays every time you shop. Try second hand once in a while. It will save money, look unique and support local businesses or charities. Team it with high street pieces to give it a fresh look and you can guarantee that nobody will be wearing the same.Simultaneously retrospective and contemporary, vintage is most definitely the way forward.

Tuesday, 15 February 2011

BEDLAM

News of my 'blog' is hitting facebook hard. It needs to be a bit more pretentious so I give you my thoughts on one of Sky Living's numerous new dramas BEDLAM.

Starring Will Young, which makes me feel weird immediately. 'Oh, he's such a lovely man' and all that, but he is little more than a cardboard cut-out of himself, and I say that begrudgingly because his face is so kind. It's not just Young who's acting is quite dire though, in fact most of the cast could do with going back to RADA for a bit. It's essentially full of beautiful people plus Hugo Speer, with all the female leads being stick thin with razor abs. Size 10s need not apply. Then there's Jed, he's the one that can see ghosts and how they died (yes you read that right). He too is very attractive but wholly unbelievable. I'm all for the supernatural but the whole concept of this is so odd and a bit predictable. Plus if the first two episodes are anything to go by then the storyline will be the same every week except a different ghost will try and kill a different person. Jed will then save the day, get rid of the ghost and the audience will learn something about morality. For instance if you kill two small children in a hit and run, if you don't hand yourself in a ghost of an unrelated man who died in the asylum in the 1960s will kill your cat then try to kill you. He will only rest in peace when you call the police. Dawn from Eastenders learnt that the hard way.

The show is set in the luxury apartment complex 'Bedlam Heights', a renovated asylum which was closed down decades before due to 'bad practice'. Therefore the souls of the dead patients are looking for revenge on those living in these new flats. Why anyone would move into 'Bedlam' anyway is beyond me, so take some dramatic license with a pinch of salt. Kate and her Dad own these apartments: she is the show bitch that every viewer I assume hates, mainly because I do. Her Dad, played by Hugo Speer is the character we know least about. Suspicions are arising however that he has something to do with the disappearance of an annoying girl we saw for about two seconds in episode one - cue eerie music, a short temper and a furrowed brow.

It's a show that I find myself wanting to watch more of despite being utterly baffled by it and not even liking it that much. There are bits that freak you out and make you jump but on the whole it is unbelievable and almost laughable. I have an urge to watch the entire series though; I'm committed and suitably intrigued now.

Here's the trailer, it makes it look better than it actually is so I hope it's going to get better at some point.

So, I have a blog.

I've been meaning to write a blog for a while, but a suitable starting point has always been the prevailing issue. Was my life interesting enough to write about? Who would read it? I can barely get to grips with the new facebook when they change it EVERY MONTH so all the technicalities of blogs loomed over the conception of my own one with as much pressure as the idea of graduation is looming over my life. But I'm here now. It's reading week and I am giving myself a day off so I've bitten the bullet.

It's Tuesday 15th February, the day after the most overrated and depressing day of the year. Some (my Dad) say it's jealousy why I'm so anti V-day (this year's card count: 0) but anyone with a brain, thankfully almost everyone I know, can see how ridiculous it is. I won't even go into details because everyone knows the score. Hallmark, capitalism, overpriced, commercial, blah blah blah. I was talking to a girl in my year who was being taken to Paris by her boyfriend for the weekend (yawn, so unimaginative) and we discussed the idea of a marriage proposal atop the Eiffel Tower. I concluded this idea by saying that if someone proposed to me in such a position I'd push him off. If he didn't know me better than that then the marriage would be very short lived anyway. I just have no idea why people have to lose a few brain cells when it comes to being in love. I could discuss my intense frustration at brother's brain being liquidised since his wife having their first baby but that's too long a story. It basically involves him calling me 'Auntie Rachael' even when the baby is not around. I constantly have to tell him I'm his SISTER but it never seems to register.

I don't want this blog to be a Bridget Jones' Diary moan-fest about being single so that's enough of that. But Mark Darcy, if you're reading this I'm free every night this week. <3

I did however give myself a Valentines Day treat by googling pictures of Paul Newman, James Dean, Marlon Brando and Steve McQueen, who are guaranteed to brighten up any day. They're for life, not just for Valentines. As a special treat for the zero people who currently read this, here is Mr Newman in fine form. You can't appreciate how deliciously blue his eyes are but alas, just enjoy.



One of my favourite men ever to have lived, they just don't make them like that any more.

I've started watching a LOT of TV recently, mainly due to the addition of Sky Atlantic to the box so expect musings on various dramas to come.