Looking through our family photos, searching for something else, I noticed that we had so many wedding photos. I have never been that interested in weddings and only since my best friend’s upcoming one this summer have I payed them much attention. I think it’s just the dresses really, the thought that goes into what they will wear on such a momentous day. Also, due to the same friend, I am now obsessed with trashy American wedding dress programmes on TV.
1920’s – 1930’s…
I like to look through these photos and imagine when they chose it. How they knew that this was ‘the dress’ and whether their mothers cried like they do on the TV.
My grandma above.
This is my parent’s wedding, never going for the ordinary; mum chose a bright blue ensemble with matching eyeshadow.
We visited this gem whilst in Mexico City. The Palacio de Bellas Artes is a cultural centre for the country and a meeting point in the city. Completed in 1934, the Art Deco interior is incredible and one of my favourite styles of design for its glamour; gold and marble, geometric pattern and bold colour.
As you walk around Mexico City, you start to wonder if you are drunk. Huge old buildings are lopsided, windows and doors are crooked…it wasn’t the drinks you had the night before, the city is actually sinking! Built on top of wet marshy land, the big old heavy buildings are slowly getting sucked into the ground. In the Palace the theatre has sunk 4metres since the day it was built.
This GIANT spider has been creeping around the world, temporarily living outside the palace was “Maman” by Louise Bourgeois. When you stand underneath her belly you can see that she has 17 grey and white marble eggs in her sac.
My mum was allowed to go to art college. When she told my grandparents of her plans my grandma walked out and didn’t return for days, certain that mum was going to become a drug addicted hippy. Art college led on to a degree in jewellery design and a career in London. Luckily for me my grandma backed down as now I have some of the most beautiful one off pieces of jewellery.
These are two of my favourites from when mum was studying…..and (to Nana’s relief) not addicted to drugs.
Grace in the polka dots and me in the black velvet.
New years for me has never been about having a wild night out. This year I spent it with my good friend’s family, drinking wine, eating baba ganoush and dancing to absolute 80’s on the radio. We both wore our mum’s vintage dresses, paired with slippers and a nice glass of wine.