>> Apologies as I’m still not so useful or functional as a fashion blogger right now because my iMac keyboard is literally rejecting my coarsened non-creative, hands caked in paint, plaster and sawdust. This time will pass, and just to prove that there’ll be no prolonged stop gap, I’m actually writing this from my new house complete with just-installed super duper speedy broadband. I won’t evade the fashions and the internets for long.
In the meantime though, you might have sauntered along to the blog to find that there’s been a bit of an update to the design. It was reported back in September but it has taken a while to port my lug of a blog over to the new platform but yes, I am now officially part of NowManifest. It was like some spoof comedy when someone at New York Fashion Week stuck a microphone in my face to ask, if “on the record”, I was joining NowManifest, as though my blog being a part of a mere ad network was of real significance to the world at large. ”No comment” would have been the appropriate answer but I just shrugged and said “Errr…yeah? And?”
It’s been ingrained in me for as long as I can remember to pole position myself into defensive mode whenever I do anything that has a hint of the mercenary about it. I have ads on my page – sorry sorry sorry. I have worked with this brand – sorry sorry sorry. I got a free ride at fashion week – sorry sorry sorry. I did not get paid to write about this designer – sorry sorry sorry. I know I’m British and all but search for the S word and you might agree its presence is excessive. Even now, I’m standing on the precipice of saying it again. The short story is that I joined Now Manifest for a number of reasons – to free up my time to concentrate on creating more in depth content, to be a bit more profesh about the way I work with advertising and the obvious thing being that I have now been saddled with a mortgage. It shouldn’t really need explaining to complete strangers but then again, none of you have ever felt like that to me over the course of the years. The bottom line is that content wise, nothing will change and there may be a few glitches still to sort out design and image wise as the old Typepad blog will be Resting in Peace very soon. Thank you to my sister Louisa Lau for jigging everything about so that I don’t have a blog identity crisis.
In addition to the new house, new locale and a new (sort of) look on the blog, I’ve also found myself in a new decade. I thought I was going to be tempted to write a polemic about saying adieu to my twenties. But to be honest, I’ve not really given the transition too much thought. Today being my birthday has passed by much like any other. I haven’t suddenly put on 20lbs and my eyes haven’t become wrinkled walnuts as yet. I haven’t sensed anything momentous about what it means to be thirty yet despite all the “older” folk telling me how fabulous their thirties are or were. Much like the blog change, it’s move along, carry on and more of the same place as usual. Talk to me in a few days time when I’ve had more time to think about the fact that there are potentially bloggers, young journalists and interns who don’t know who New Kids on the Block are.
As for my style, which supposedly is meant to undergo some sort of decades-related shift because all the “wimen’s” magazines say that that is the case, I have this picture, shot by Piczo for a small feature in i-D Magazine about being a collector of clothes, that will always serve to remind me how impossible it would be to live without all the clothes that would be considered overly brash and brazen on the eye to most.