I have an ongoing dilemma about where to keep my herbs growing. Ok, this isn’t the biggest of dilemmas, but as gardening is always about trying to overcome nature, it is always good to have a debate with yourself. The best place for herbs, really, is close to your back door (or front door, in [...]
The volunteer was insistent. “Hurry, hurry! NO! Don’t sit down! You can’t stop! Keep moving!” I was at the penultimate checkpoint on the UTMB – some 43 hours into the one of the world’s ultimate ultra-marathons and the biggest challenge of my running life. Here I was at La Tete aux Vents, high up in [...]
The evenings are getting darker, and the seed catalogues are coming through my door at least once a week now. I have to stop myself from over-ordering seeds that I already have. My seeds are organised into drawers, in a slightly obsessive Monica from Friends style, first into plant groups – like roots, brassicas, leaves [...]
The difference between the start of the month, when the days were bright and sunny and a languid Indian Summer warmth hung over Plot 35a, and now, with wind, rain, thunder, lightning, has drastically changed my allotment. Suddenly, as if overnight, foliage has begun to shrink away. Leaves falling off trees and the grapevine has [...]
A little delay in publishing this, as it’s been party conference season. So, while my allotment is full of harvest, I’ve been travelling to Manchester, Birmingham and, this coming week, Glasgow to sit inside hotels and conference halls with politicians instead of picking grapes and the last of the runner beans and raking leaves. I [...]
Indy blogger Sarah Outen is on a global trek by land and sea from London2London:Via the World. She set off from London’s Tower Bridge in 2011 and has since rowed, cycled and kayaked over 17,000 miles across Europe, Asia, the Pacific Ocean and North America en route to London. Here she gives us the latest update from the bike in Canada as winter draws near.
When the models began to take their complex turns at the Givenchy show on Sunday night, whizzing around the venue as if ricocheting around a pinball machine (the hairpin bends, I must confess, made me feel a bit sick), the first thing I thought was: well. It’s been a while since we saw this.
This being sex. Or rather, sexy. or rather, a certain idea of sexiness. “I would be a very rich man if I could make sexy clothes,” said Gianni Versace in 1997, in one of his final interviews. Which, from the long-acknowledged Italian master of dressing to undress, speaks volumes. Namely it poses the question, what is sexy in clothing?
Two of the most satisfying shows of the current Paris season showed nothing anyone would ever want to wear. No great loss. And no insult, or injury.
That was the point, in fact, of both Rei Kawakubo’s Comme des Garçons collection and Jean Paul Gaultier’s final ready-to-wear show. Nevertheless, they could not have been more different: something old, versus something new. Looking forward, and looking back.
Two of the designers I find myself thinking about the most are Edward Meadham and Benjamin Kirchhoff. Their show last Tuesday ended London Fashion Week, for me at least, and heading into Milan, seated in plush showrooms and watching so much money and so many tired ideas swan by so pointlessly, it was something that niggled at the back of my mind.
Designer doppelgängers, and the wonder of weariness: Versace, Emilio Pucci and Bottega Veneta in Milan.
Designer identity is a big thing in Milan. Here, they’re practically rock stars, their lives and collections dissected with fervid, sometimes morbid curiosity. Earlier this month, the Corriere della Sera newspaper published a letter from Stefano Gabbana to Domenico Dolce professing his love.
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