TONIGHT, BUT NOT FOREVER...

***Happy New Year!***


Holly Golightly before/after {image source: TFS}

BORED NOW...

Eaten a succession of turkey, mayonnaise and cranberry sauce sandwiches, watched at least eight reruns of Friends, eaten the last mince pie, started craving salad.

Have you seen Two for the Road? I think it's Audrey Hepburn's least known film. She and Albert Finney play a married couple and the film charts their marriage over about ten years. It is a film about their relationship, but it's also a road movie as they take various amazing vintage cars on road trips which is where the film takes place.

In some ways the film was ahead of its time, which might be why it's not known that well. It's not chronological but jumps about back and forth in time. But in other ways it's such a product of 1967. My favourite part is when they've just driven their vintage Mercedes onto the (commercial) plane, as you do, and the air hostess is coming round passing round packets of cigarettes. Albert Finney thinks he's forgotten his passport and says; "Tell the pilot we've got to turn back." (I don't think they were flying Ryanair.)

Breakfast at Tiffany's it isn't, but Audrey is still, of course, stylish in a more natural, casual way. Her look changes quite drastically through the film; to show the time being earlier or later. Both the photos above are from when they first meet.

I'm having a bit of an Audrey kick at the moment and since I've saved about a million photos of her I'll probably share a few more. I usually hold back as it's such a humongous cliche. I was forced to (in public at least) replace Breakfast at Tiffany's as my favourite film years ago as it's just such an obvious answer. In my defense I first saw it when I was about 10 on afternoon TV and had no idea it was such an iconic film. I grew up watching it at least once a month. It was only when I got older I realised I wasn't the only one who loved it. Oh, Audrey...

{pics via TFS}

IT'S STARTING...

It's starting...The days when time simultaneously slows down and speeds up - everybody trying to fit everyone and everything in. I wouldn't mind a bit more of the slowing down.

Hope: that people who have to travel get to their loved ones safely; that people without loved ones to be with have a merry Christmas; that everyone finds a way to endure and enjoy their family gatherings if that's how it is. And one more wish: sn-o-o-w? (But just in England ok?)

{pics taken by me of Christmas decorations in Paris}

MORE PARIS...

Oh - by devoting an entire post to the exchange rate, I made it look like that was the only thing that mattered to me. Then I tried to rectify that by posting cheesy photos; but then I felt like a dirty tourist. The truth is I haven't had much time pour le bloggage and I got over the exchange rate thing after about half an hour. Just have to be a little more careful and use trips to Isabel Marant purely as inspirational excursions. And if a small pot of tea in a cafe is £5, then I'll be asking for extra hot water and will be staying for at least an hour and a half.

The extent of freebies gained was as follows: 30% extra free on a goat cheese log, one free ginger biscuit in Kiehl's - NO SAMPLES (in the place that loves to give out free samples), free macarons, biscuits and sweeties in various shops. But that's sort of like the bowl of mints at bars and restaurants. It's free, but do you really want one?

But walking is free, walking, walking, walking. I was staying at a friend's place in Belleville this time, so traversed most of the 10th and 11th arrondissements on foot. The 3rd is my usual stomping ground and it was weird to realise that there was a vast expanse of Paris I didn't know at all.

And visiting kittens is always free. And taking photos.

I feel it's acceptable to be a shameless tourist in Paris during the winter. Any other time of year? Perish the thought. But since from Tuesday to Thursday it was cold and rainy, (almost turned to snow at one point, but not quite) most of Paris stayed at home. Walking across any of the bridges over The Seine you felt a camaraderie with the tourists; conspicuous by their red noses, cameras, bobble hats and scarves that completely mismatched their outfits - I expect they hadn't anticipated wearing all the clothes they'd brought with them simultaneously either. I couldn't help but join in with the picture taking - who was going to see? And the sky is amazing in the afternoons this time of year, even when the weather is grotty. But what a difference the sunshine makes. Everyone came out of the woodwork and it was lovely.

SHAMELESS TOURISME AVEC FROMAGE...

I should really know better.

HERE...

Within two hours of arriving in Paris I was befriended by a cat who looked exactly like Lola, slurped down a chocolat chaud even more potent than the one at Angelina and sat next to Clemence Poesy (she's always following me) in a cafe.

Thanks to the exchange rate (1 pound = 1 euro) I am poor in Paris. Everything is too expensive. I was going to buy a top in Muji then I saw that it was 39 euros - but the U.K price was 25 pounds. It's . cheaper . in . London. WHAT?

Forget about Isabel Marant or even A.P.C. Even socks at Monoprix are a little on the pricey side. Hmm, exchange rate poverty. So it seems the task ahead of me is to treat it like a challenge. This trip will now be named:

"How Much Free Shit Can I Blag in Paris?"
Wish me luck.

THE CAMERA NEVER LIES...

Whenever I tell people about the car that turned into a boat I went in when I was a child, they roll their eyes disbelievingly and pat me on the head as if I'm claiming to have ridden a unicorn or met the tooth fairy.

Finally I have evidence. Luckily my phobia of posting photos of myself on the Internet does not extend to dorky childhood poses. So with the disclaimer that I do not currently sport this hairstyle I give you:
The Amphibious Car, Dorset, circa 1982.

Yes, that's still the coolest thing that has ever happened to me.

{photos: my dad}

LOVE. DIE. WANT...

These Sharon Montrose animal portraits have been featured everywhere, but I only actually clicked through to her shop just a moment ago. LOVE. DIE. WANT.

POST CONSUMERISM GIFT GUIDE...

Or: no time, no photos, (no snow) but lots of links. Click them. x

To recap: I used to have to buy up to 40 presents for relatives each year, so my consumerism fatigue set in way, way before the current recession - oh, about 10 years before. Now we have thankfully called a halt to the madness I realise that I actually love giving gifts to people. {If you think you might be getting a gift from me and you like surprises: stop reading now.}

Back when consumerism wasn't a dirty word (last year) I did an under £50 gift guide for Gridskipper that still stands up now, (providing none of the shops mentioned have gone bust this week) if you want to go about things in the traditional way. But it feels slightly obscene to be trawling the high street buying loads of shit no one really needs, if you'll pardon my French. (This post on planned obsolescence is really worth reading too.) This year my emphasis is definitely on local and/or handmade.

I so loved making the blurb photo book I did in the summer. I do think that is the best gift you could give. For a family gift you could compile Christmas day photos over the years - mine would be of people asleep on the sofa with their mouths open. If you were doing this you would have been so on it weeks ago as blurb takes about 3 weeks to publish and deliver, Apple takes two weeks normally but you'd be cutting it way too fine if you hadn't got your arse in gear by now. (cough)

My local area was in mid gentrification when the recession hit so I'm making a point of buying gifts from the local independent shops that opened less than a year ago (one has already closed, there's a Lease For Sale sign on another and the others seem to be just hanging on.) There are three farmers' markets within a couple of miles of here so they'll be getting a visit too. If, like me, you know a lot of virile people with beaucoup offspring, a hamper is the perfect gift for all the family: wine, champagne, cheeses, chocolates, tea, preserves and specialty bits and pieces from local sources, all nestled in a wooden wine crate (free if you chat up a wine merchant) and wrapped up in a (very reasonably priced) National Trust recycled picnic blanket. Excuse me for being a Granny but the National Trust is always worth supporting.

And finally, at Christmas my inner Martha will be silenced no longer. I realise that she doesn't possess everyone so the answer to that would be to buy handmade, either via etsy of course (but check final posting dates) or to visit artists' studios which are all holding Christmas Open Studio events about now (I went to two last weekend). Even artists whose work is out of your price range will very likely have been enterprising enough to offer cards or small, affordable gifts for sale. And you get to eat mince pies and be merry in person. Being of the crafty persuasion I'm using fabric and trimmings I already had in my stash to make gifts for mes amies. I've done this for the past couple of years: gingerbread biscuits here, Xmas stockings here. I enjoy thinking up and making them; they get a personal handmade gift: win/win.

Oh and the best (and so easy to make) thing to adorn your beautifully wrapped pressies: paper roses - tutorial here.

WISH...

I took this picture from my window the last time it snowed properly in London - 2003 I think it was.

I can smell snow in the air. I know it's snowing in other parts of the country and I just want.it.to.snow. It's a lovely winter's day: cold and bright. Just to see those little white flakes floating down would be the icing on the cake.

THE GOOD REDS...

I've noticed a lot of red lipstick moments happening lately. Maybe it's because a pop of red is the perfect hue to cheer you up on a winter's day (as long as you don't accessorize your lippy with a red nose and streaming red eyes.) As Mme Vreeland once said: "Red is the great clarifier - bright, cleansing, and revealing." It's also *in these troubled times* the much cheaper equivalent of a Chanel 2.55 bag - a classic, sound investment - but one that you don't have to feel too guilty about purchasing.

I found my perfect red; which is almost as much of a satisfyingly frivolous coup as finding a signature scent (which I always think I've found, then change my mind.) It's Saint Red by Lipstick Queen - a sheer, but bright red. It's the sheer part that makes it work I think. Most red lipsticks make me look like a goth or a waxwork dummy, but this one is just perfect. I've got brown hair, pale skin with a yellow undertone and grey/blue eyes and I'm going to daub it on an unsuspecting blonde, pale skinned/blue eyed friend who never wears red in just a minute because I reckon it'll work on her too.

{photo: crop from Vogue Paris November 08 Vanessa Paradis cover by Mert & Marcus}

WHITE RABBITS...

I can't believe it's December.
{photo from here}

YESTERDAY...

Well, yesterday was eventful. The consumerism switch was flipped back on via the purchase of those A.P.C. pyjamas. I had to. They were the first non essential thing I've bought since the beginning of September (excluding books, which are sort of essential.) Does anyone else have the ability to just flip the switch and stop shopping completely without any ill effects? Hmm, more to say on that later I think. Yesterday, there was also a bit of Christmas present buying, a bit of perfume sampling - French accented vendor quote of the day: "This one it reminds you of when you are in the 19th century and you are doing all these things that are forbidden but it's really exciting because it's a secret. Yes that's what this one is like." Total sweetheart.

And then there was my first visit to Princi. You were probably there as well, since by lunchtime when I went back for the second time, the throng was ten deep at the huge, long counter and the fast paced seat negotiations felt like a human chess game. So many pastries, so little time. It's just the best place, the best idea. Like a cross between actually being in Italy and a posh canteen. Earlier we had sampled every bit of pastry laid out to taste on the counter, then I went back for pizza slices. I disagree with Time Out about the quality of the food. It was all delicious - and really cheap.

After searching in vain for little individual feathers at MacCulloch & Wallis I hopped on the train home - and the doors slammed shut with me between them, pressing into my arms on either side so I was literally wedged in the middle, unable to move. The train was full and due to depart, so everyone just stared at me or ignored the fact there was a human squashed between two doors for ages, until someone got up and pulled the door hard enough to release me. The doors then slammed behind me and the train started to move. It was so embarrassing - I have no idea why I'm reliving it by writing this. No one said a word except me who said, "Oh My God" as I was released. And then I sat down opposite a vicar. Sorry. There were also about ten people on the platform outside the doors, tutting because the "obstruction" had meant they hadn't been able to get on the train. Only the English.

LOU FOR LESS...

Lou Doillon by Lee Cooper is offering Lola Is Beauty readers 15% off everything in the Lou Doillon collection online shop until the end of the year. Just use the code lolalou. Some of it is already on sale so, you know - practically free and all that. Oh, this shirt would be cosy today...

p.s. I'm so in love with the way they've done the website so successfully in that scrapbooky, handwritten way; with stuck in notes and pictures and things you click on that are little videos...

I...

Want my fringe back every time I see a picture of Anna Karina.

Discovered that the Siouxsie and the Banshees song Hong Kong Garden, (given a renaissance in the masked ball scene of Marie-Antoinette) was written about the Chinese takeaway in the boring London suburb where Siouxsie Sioux and I both grew up.

Planted tulip bulbs and the squirrels stole every single one.

Had a cappuccino and a slice of cake for lunch today.

Bought some parmesan from the usual stall at Borough market and when I tasted it, realised that an impostor parmesan seller had set up in exactly the same plot to sell inferior parmesan.

Regret that the size of my overdraft is incompatible with the amount of sample sales going on this month. (It seems like nothing less than 90% off will get anyone shopping)

Keep laughing because Lola is completely obsessed with hunting a sheet of tissue paper and a broken sequined headband.

{Anna Karina and Jean Paul (swoon) Belmondo photo credit: Gamma}

SHOP...

I was really sad to hear that one of my favourite London shops, Shop @ Maison Bertaux will be closing next month. I don't know anything at all, but I imagine and hope they have some kind of extraordinarily fantastic and innovative new project in the works. I have this strange urge to wax lyrical about how Shop has always been there in some form or location really ever since I was aware of Soho. And when I lived there about ten years ago I would always see Pippa around looking quirky and glamorous and amazing. It's such a part of "my Soho" that I can't imagine it not being there any more. The Greek Street location under Maison Bertaux was really so perfect for it as well. Oh dear, this could easily turn into a sort of morbidly bizarre shop obituary where I sob into my now vintage Brewer Street era well worn Silas top, so I'll try to pull myself together. Chin up! They're having a sale and APC is 30% off. Not that that's any consolation, but I suppose I really have no choice but to buy those dotty pyjamas now.

SOLACE...

I loved all your tips in the comments on How to Crawl Out of a Hole. I think I'll make a linky doodad to it on the sidebar so that anyone can dip into it in times of need. It just goes to show how we're all in the same boat. Oh, life.

I'm taking advantage of a window in the insomnia schedule to post this. For the past couple of years I've had long bouts of it and nothing - not sleeping pills, not Valerian (which incidentally works on cats in exactly the same way as catnip - cut to Lola with her entire head in the glass I just drank my Valerian tincture out of) nor any remedy you can think of can touch it. I just don't sleep. It's amazing to me how little sleep the body can survive on. After three nights of less than two hours a night I gave into it last night and decided to scrub my kitchen floor at roughly 2.30am. And then, I slept. I feel like a bright new shiny button today, even though the sky is steely grey and the last of the leaves have fallen off the cherry tree in the garden.

Making me happy today:

I'm going off to view this auction in person - just looking mind. (I have a lot in the auction that I'm selling as a favour to a friend.) But I'm looking forward to cooing sweet nothings to this baby...





I'm expecting to receive this book any day now....




{bed pic by me, others from sources linked to}

OOHLALA/HOORAY...

Sofia's back!

{via Fashionologie}

...And here's the director's cut of the commercial.

HOW TO CRAWL OUT OF A HOLE...

1. Go for a walk in the storm. (Wear brightly coloured wellington boots.)

2. Book a ticket to your favourite place so you have something to look forward to.

3. Drink many cups of tea.

4. Don't listen to anyone who says you can't or shouldn't (or should).

5. Phone a friend and ask them how they are.

6. If you can't sleep, you might as well get up.

7. Keep a cat (or other furry animal) nearby at all times.

8. Paint your toenails ruby red.

9. Stop being nice, start being kind (not excluding yourself).

10. Allow yourself time to think about the next step without rush or distraction.

Any other tips?


{Marc Jacobs wellies, Urban Outfitters telephone, Chanel nail varnish}

COME FOR A WALK...

That was my first ever attempt at using the video function on my camera, editing or uploading to youtube. No idea what I'm doing and I know it's totally shit but I know where I'd rather be right now. Hope the shakiness doesn't give you a migraine.