Jacket by James Hock
Another shoot that happened a few months back that I’ve been meaning to blog for ages. Readers of the blog will already be familiar with Rachel Friere, one of my very close friends and a big inspiration. She regularly collaborates with photographer David Alexandre on shoots and the team came together again for the shoot in this post.
Right, I know it’s fashion week and I should be writing about same but I’m not. We will but probably not till it’s over and we have a chance to sit back and digest what we really dig and what we don’t. I am having a video obsession since we shot our first fashion video last weekend and as you probably already know I’m really interested in it’s capabilities as a medium to communicate fashion. We’re excited about what we’ve done for AW10 and we’re going to push it as far as possible for SS11- brain already ticking over.
We’ve been really bad bloggers of late, all of us. If you read “the rules” you’re supposed to blog daily. But what if you’re just too busy designing. Everyone who writes for BITCHY has a full time job in the fashion industry and sometimes squeezing out a blog post at the end of an 11 hour day just isn’t possible. It’s something that should be organic, we do this our of passion and we don’t feel like anyone should feel ‘forced’ to write or guilty for not.
We haven’t just been sitting there twiddling our thumbs, although we have been twiddling fabrics and trimmings. We’ve just shipped our first two major international orders on our re-made range and are working on two other collabrations – one London based the other, Tokyo.
Damn You, a second time Albert Hammond, for thy lies! It does rain in Southern California! And when it does, it’s insane! This I got to bear witness to a few weeks back. It was not even cats and dogs, it was bloody elephants and buffalos and lions. It was literally torrential rain pouring side ways for seven days! For most Los Angelinos the rain is actually a pretty beautiful break. It gives you an excuse to sit inside and eat chocolates and drink red wine, an excuse not to go for a run, and most importantly, an excuse to not be so bloody social, active and happy! A chance to hibernate like all other human beings do a little bit during the dark and cold winter.
My backyard.
