CULTURE IN TECHNICOLOUR 

Culture is a gateway into the heart and mind of (Wo)Man. It is an entity that changes with the times, yet remains eternal, and always follows the same principle: it documents how we see and relate to the world.

Culture in all its forms, whether deliberate or spontaneous, acts as a time stamp on the zeitgeist of any age. It acts as a way of connecting with those that live in the present and with those that discover it in the future. 

‘High culture’ often comes with the caveat of elitism and alienation, which is what kept me from trying to understand it until now. An art gallery is only a room full of meaningless material, an accusatory finger to point out one’s ignorance. 

At least it is if you allow it to be. 

London has laid out the red carpet of cultural appreciation, through its myriad of theatres, galleries, academic institutions and most importantly its fascinating, passionate people. 

A younger, less confident me rejected and dismissed the arts as dull, heavy and so not worthy of my time. But slowly, by nibbling at the arts in all its media, I have grown a sophisticated palate and more importantly, rediscovered why I spent those hours, my finger feverishly tapping on that middle button on the mouse, tab after tab holding the cerebral wonders of Wikipedia whilst my classmates enjoyed the cerebrally damaging effects of underage drinking in local nightclubs (which I took part in a little while after!)

   

An ultra fierce 1980’s look (like pretty much everything I wear)
Rodeo Drive realness, with vivid makeup to match my equally vivid outfit. The headband takes notes from ’20s flapper chic (namely Cara from the Brideshead Revisited series)

     

Signatures of all the fancy folk who have been patrons of Lock & Co. hatty services, including la Lady Di!
 
Impoverished glamour girl Holly Golightly is this photos inspiration, all the way down to luxurious sweet meats (in this particular case, Patisserie Valerie macaroons)

   

 After attending a talk on the political furore that surrounded the French Revolution, an older gentleman recommended an exhibition called High Spirits at the Buckingham Palace Queen’s Gallery, showing the works of Georgian caricaturist Thomas Rowlandson, a favourite of the notoriously naughty Prince Regent. The 18th century has been one of my favourite eras, initially just for its fabulous fashions, but now I’m beginning to understand that in many ways it was the first era that started to feel truly modern, with illustrations such as Rownlandson’s giving a little a little peak into the exciting moods of the time.

A wealthy mixed race woman, who made her riches by having British naval officers, including the future Prince Regent, George III, stay at her luxury Barbados hotel
  
    
    

             
    
   

  

The gallery shop was the most lux tourist trap ever. It was a mixture of the hoodish souvenir shops on Oxford Street with the porcelain elegance of Fortnum’s.
  
    
    

My next stop on the cultural your was to a booze-filled lecture on popular alcoholic drinks and perfumes during the 20th century, ranging from the Belle Époque, tasting Perrier Jouet, the champagne of choice in the salons of Oscar Wilde. We sampled fragrances and cocktails from the opulent 1920s, all the way up to the 1970s, when granny’s lavender perfume was all the rage.

Marth, a new friend that is as passionate abour geeky trivia as I am, and her friend, Echo
  

Onto the Piccadilly Line I go, having an invite to the Parallax Art Fair in Chelsea Old Town Hall from a friend, Ewa, whom I met on my way to Russia in the summer. 

  

Blue Steel is so South Ken

   

  

  

  

I am delighted my baroque printed clothing coordinates with the 1860 interiors
A new Chelsea friend, carrying a Pomeranian in a Louis Vuitton bag

  

  

  

  

Only on the King’s Road

I enjoy the visual arts on offer, but mostly the reactions to my outfit. I accompany my new friend down the King’s Road, babbling about the decadence of a Chelsea lifestyle, I playing along as much as he. I end the evening in a bar on Sloane Square, kisses à la Chelsea abundant before I leave for green Farnham, but a train from Waterloo away.
  

3 thoughts on “CULTURE IN TECHNICOLOUR 

  1. Thankyou for sharing a bit of your London. I was born there but haven’t been back since 1977. I love Regency fashions (and Jane Austen) and your outfit was inspiring. If you got interesting reactions is cosmopolitan London I can just imagine the responses here in regional Queensland!

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    1. I’m glad you like it!!! I adore fashion in its entire timeline, and how choices made countless generations ago are still influencing us today. Hahahaha in fact, I am always a huge hit with older ladies who can remember wearing what I have on.
      Please keep on posting, can’t get enough of that forties foxiness! Xx

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