Back when I lived in London, I remember skulking around Kew Gardens on one cool autumn day. It was a lovely park and a lovely day. I never went back though. Strange really as I went past it on the District Line to Richmond countless, countless times.
This series of videos takes you behind the trees and the glasshouses into the back of house of this splendid treasure of a place.
Spend five minutes with people who study fungus at Kew. I was glad that I did.
And then soak up the amazing work of the Seed Bankers, aiming to pass on our entire botanical heritage to future generations intact.
“Every seed bank should have a Wolfgang,” she says matter of factly. Indeed.
… we are just taking a small hiatus. Be back in a couple of weeks. Unplugging and recharging. xx
Just watch and be inspired by the scope of social media, of a new type of participatory democracy and the power of NOW.
I recommended that you watch the documentary Us Now a wee while ago. Fascinating take on what we might expect in the coming years as media intersects with us as citizens and the way we collaborate and communicate. Seems its really starting to happen. Exciting times. Watch it here if you haven’t already
Right, back to downsizing. After reading about this guy, I figured it was time to trim my wardrobe sails and get more minimal myself. But when I streamlined my collection of dresses, scarves and shoes, I needed a bit of a breather. Talk about traumatic. I’ve been surprised though – I haven’t missed a single item once and I love how much tidier certain areas of the wardrobe are now. So I am buoyed to carry on. Next stop: tops. But not jackets, jumpers, cardigans or vests. One step at a time people, one step at a time.
So I had 48 tops. Forty eight. That is quite a few tops. No wonder my drawer was shutting under considerable protest.
1. Patterned tops
There are heaps that I think are great in theory, but are always bad in practice so they never get worn. The red tops, like the red dresses, have had very few outings so they got the boot. Well, to be honest, only the swirly one got the boot because I do really love the material of the other one, and kinda thought that maybe this time I will wear it. We’ll see. There’s a Moochi top in there that never gets out, so thats gone out, and then there are some perennials in there that I have worn, and worn, and worn. So I said goodbye to leopard print and the blue spotted number too. No-one wants to be wearing giant spectacles from the eighties in the nineties (although now they are Bang! Awesome Again) so I thought it was best not to be stale and say adios, while we are still friends. And then there is Coral Camp. I never knew I had such a thing for the colour coral. I have a coral skirt too. Maybe I could wear it all together and wig out at myself. That’d be amazing. Needless to say, I kept all the coral I could.
This pile is almost exclusively kowtow clothing – organic fair-trade cotton awesomeness from right here in Wellington. I am a devout follower and ain’t no way I am separating myself from any of their numbers. If you aren’t already acquainted with them, than get so. Its guilt free goodness. I kept the yellow number from Kilt too, because it has two birds on it. Fickle and true.
A glitter singlet, a polka dot sheer top, a Sabatini top that should be good but isn’t, two mullet singlets – hmmm, there was a lot here to get rid of.
I took a photo, but really it just looks daft. Like it didn’t upload properly or something. So just imagine a pile of 16 black tops. Yeah, that is a few. Seems black is the constant across my wardrobe. I got rid of well over half – lets leave it at that shall we?
Sum total of tops after downsizing – 17. Thats the bottom of the drawer you can see there. I know -its a beautiful, beautiful sight.
There may be a sneaky few in the wash, but I figure, if they are in the laundry than I am clearly wearing them so that’s all good.
I looked at that minimal man again - he had five shirts sum total. Well, there’s minimal and then there’s me.
Its this kind of campaign that rails me. Soooooo seductive. Hot-horse Sophia Coppola has directed the latest ad campaign for a collaborative range between the fashion house of Marni and high street megastar H & M. And boy does it look gooooood.
It has it all – Marrakesh, retro sun-soaked backing track, delicious eye-makeup, warm sun, greyhounds, candles, a pool and hot, hot people wearing covetable patterned threads living a life of enviable lax. What’s missing? Hmmmm, maybe just the small fact that H & M haven’t paid their garment workers a living wage for making this s**t.
Such a thin veneer of glamour over the labour behind the label. What would the ad look like if it were telling us the truth? For one, it would be set in the slums of Bangladesh or India, and not in the resorts of Morocco. But hey ho, it looks good on their wealthy bodies so who cares where it came from right?
Sounds like heaps of fun to shop on the launch day too. Gee whizz.
Love the idea of these – two in one shoe, a ballet flat and a stiletto. Wear them out for the night and just pack away the heels when you’ve had enough. Or, wear the flats to work and slip on the heels for some clubbing. Clever.
They have some eco-credentials, using some recycled and earth-friendly products in their manufacture. The shoes are lightweight, nontoxic, and hypoallergenic. The insoles have some antibacterial guff going on too which you can “recharge” under the sun.
But I cant understand some of their claims. The shoe apparently “enhances and protects ecosystems and diversity” and “improves air quality”. Sounds pretty amazing if its true, but not too sure how evidenced this actually is.
In the meantime, here’s to the continuation of shoe evolution – from mean to green.