april in edinburgh

Hello again... After a winter-long working hibernation in Canada, me and my boots are back on the road. I'll be defrosting in Devon tomorrow, before making my way up to Scotland next week. Check back soon for updates.

on nine tree hill

I felt like Phileas Fogg returning to Canada this past week, as what would normally have been a 7 hr flight from England turned into a 50 hr shuffle through 4 countries, innumerable airport queues and even more security checks. We spent so long at Schiphol after KLM cancelled its flights that the words "Achtung Bitte" are seared into my brain and keep announcing themselves in a robotic female airport voice at unexpected moments.

That said, I had a wonderful time away and so can hardly complain. The main purpose of this trip was to see family (and indulge in those strangely exotic, quintessentially British jaffa cakes), but I was also able to go on a graffiti trek in Stokes Croft, do some intensive corset hunting in Bristol and Bath, and drift around Portishead listening to Portishead. Also visited a 13th century abbey (which, being a history nut, was exciting enough before learning that Alan Rickman had been filming there), danced around Bath's beautiful Assembly Rooms with a waltz on my iPod, and went to sing-along Mamma Mia at a tiny theatre in Devon.

Here are some photos, beginning with Stokes Croft.

A glimpse at Maggie Taylor's visions of Alice in Wonderland- it was difficult to take photos, so do check her website for more images.

To and from the Bristol library.

Roaming Bath, I noticed this red mannequin/sculpture, oddly positioned by a top window, sporting a matching red suit and sling.

Later, I saw this little stone dog sitting alone near the top of a building. An adorable gargoyle- I wonder who commissioned him?

A chandelier from the Octagon at the Assembly Rooms in Bath. The four doors spaced around the walls lead to the grand tea, card and ballrooms, as well as the Costume Museum. If you come early, the rooms are completely empty. With good music and a little imagination, it's easy to be transported back to the 18th century.

The Costume Museum is downstairs. I was amazed by this court dress the first time I saw it on an earlier trip to Bath. The lady who wore it stood about as high as my waist and the panniers are so wide, I can't imagine her being able to move. French silk, 1760s.

I was reading about Catherine the Great's coronation dress the other day, which is quite similar in appearance, but she was taller, so perhaps those panniers were easier to manage.

Sack back dress from the 1760s made of blue brocaded silk.

Evening dress from 1804. Muslin embroidered with glass beads.

Day dress of purple striped taffeta. It consists of a separate bodice and skirt, common from the 1850s through the end of the Victorian period, as the sewing machine enabled people to make complex garments in component parts. The purple is still bright because the dress was coloured with chemical dye, invented in 1856.

Silk evening dress from the 1880s. I wish it was a more dramatic colour, particularly with that neckline. I never understand peach.

Corsets from the 1880s and 1890s.

Opulent bodices by Worth.

Mini in the medieval village of Lacock. The 1995 Pride and Prejudice was filmed here, which I didn't know until I was walking along a dirt shoulder on the "High Street" and realized I had watched Lizzy Bennet pass by an identical row of buildings.

Lattice window where Henry Fox Talbot made the oldest surviving photographic negative (1835). Photography was strictly verboten elsewhere in the house, but he had an amazing collection of books, ranging in every possible subject, including one ancient looking volume simply titled "Bubbles", which I was very curious about.

More photos are on flickr.

up and away

Hallo - I'm getting on a plane to Amsterdam in an hour and hope to update from England soon. If I'm not around a computer, then I'll see you in two weeks... x

cloud nine

I spent most of Toronto Fashion Week at the library, immersed in history research, but I did emerge briefly to take in the dreamfest that was Renata Morales.

For spring 09, the Mexican born, Montreal based designer was heavily influenced by Japan, a place that seems to be the current obsession of every designer/artist/travelling blogger I've encountered this fall... I can hardly wait to visit Tokyo this winter.

The chiffon dresses that dominated Morales' collection were painstakingly swirled, ruched and braided, often descending into skirts of origami-like pleats, putting me in mind of Sophia Kokosalaki's work. The colours ranged in soft pastels for the most part, with one or two black and red versions in between. The floatiness of the pale dresses was grounded by black leather ankle boots and theatrical floral headpieces (purchased, apparently from a dollar store and spray painted - something I must try).

Also included were long, flowing gowns and caftans in homage to pop artist Yoshitomo Nara, which featured muted, glimmering sequins and his popular "evil child" faces. The most inspiring part of the collection for me was a series of drop waisted chiffon dresses, printed in large scale with images Morales had taken on her travels. Buildings in Belgrade and Japanese sakura blossoms worked particularly well.

See the rest here.

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