(Prior to) 1973

Not much is known about this photograph or it's origins. We do know that Bruce Lee passed away on July 20, 1973, therefore this picture must have been taken some time prior to that date. But what exactly caused the fight to break out between these two legends? Was it something Axl said (or sang)? Did Bruce Lee know about and have a problem with Axl being from the future? Was Axl crunching his Sundried Tomato and Basil Wheat Thins too loudly? We can only speculate.

88* by Bistrotheque. Where we go to dinner on a speedboat

Our destination - I didn't take this, obviously.
Last Friday evening The Actor and I had dinner at Bistrotheque's latest pop-up restaurant 88.  We're very lucky to be invited to such fun things.  The venue was a soon-to-be-demolished postmodern office building in Canary Wharf.  Built in 1988, the theme was the glamour and excess of that time.  All the music was from 1988 and the food reflected

Goodbye Amy xxx

"Why do I wish I never played.Oh, what a mess we made.And now the final frame,love is a losing game"

"Over futile oddsand laughed at by the Gods.And now the final frame,love is a losing game"

"You went back to what you knew so far removedfrom all that we went through.And I tread a troubled track,my odds are stacked.I'll go back to black"

"We only said goodbye in wordsI died a hundred

1936

Axl Rose knows what it is like to be hungry, so it's no surprise to find out that he used his gift of time travel to comfort and share his Cheetos with this migrant family from the Great Depression. More like Axl Rose: Compassionate Time Traveler!

Charlotte and Navin's wedding weekend

Photography by Britt SpringCharlie and Nav
I finally have the time to blog Charlie and Nav's wedding weekend.  We were going for three days but of course I packed enough for a two week holiday and arrived at The Actor's at 2am.  After about an hour and half's sleep his alarm went off at 5.50am to drive to Somerset before we hit the London rush hour.  I never, ever get up at that time, I'm more

Mad Sexy

In late April when I was in New York City with my girfriend Lucie, my feet ailing from a broken shoe and miles of walking in it, we stopped for relief at a drugstore and there I saw...the May 2011 issue of W magazine featuring a stunning Ms. January Jones on the cover. W is a fashion mag that I used to subscribe to in high school, ridiculously and incomprehensibly (someone must have told me it was cool), as the magazine and its articles and all-around inspiration usually disappoints me. However, Ms. Jones never does (correction: her appearance never does; her Mad Men character, Betty Draper - now Betty Francis - went from profoundly sad to profoundly bitchy somewhere in season 2, which sucks, but anyway). I love these photos because it exemplifies the undeniable truth about her beauty: that it needs no color - she can be outfitted simply in black, and those burning cornflower blue eyes, creamy white skin and pale blonde hair do all the illustrating. Not to mention her enviable and worshippable body, which, like her face, always looks effortless, as if a creature that dream-like simply exists.

Of course, I identify more with Christina Hendricks's brand of beauty and sex appeal, all ample curves and redheaded ferocity (plus Joan Holloway is SO much cooler than Betty), but it's nice to recognize aesthetic perfection when you see it... and here it is.

all photos = my scans. and for the record, I am posting only as an attempt to distract myself from the painful truth that Amy Winehouse died yesterday, at 27 years of age, eerily like so many other great artists I admire. So forlorn about this.



Husam el Odeh lends me his gorgeous jewellery for the wedding

I haven't switched on my laptop for a week.  For a total addict like me that's a record!  I am now SO behind with everyone and it's bothering me.  I can't wait to catch up properly.  I always make the effort to comment but it's all gone a bit by the wayside with funerals, weddings etc.
I haven't been out much recently, I haven't really felt like doing much to be honest.  The first big thing

Georgia Peach

When I was staying outside of London this winter (January to March), I was living, lavishly, in a hotel (seriously, it was amazing; every night after work, I had two glasses of vintage Veuve Clicquot at the hotel bar waiting for me, it was divine).  I've always loved all the "foreign" Vogues more than US Vogue, so I was quite pleased to find, while perusing the January 2011 British Vogue one evening whilst sipping my Champagne, a feature photoshoot starring Georgia May Jagger, the 19-year-old daughter of Mick and Jerry Hall (can ya tell?).  She is just stunning, so I had to scan the pages of said Vogue issue for you guys to see.  She is photographed with Dennis Hopper's son, 18-year-old Henry Hopper, as the male model. Enjoy...  And please credit if you re-post. It took me quite a while to scan these in large size and edit the little knicks out of each page with Elements.

There's something about Bianca Jagger...

Next four photos courtesy of Viva magazine:

When Bianca was just an innocent young girl:

High fashion queen:

Next three photos taken by photog Norman Eales for Cosmopolitan, 1972 & 1974:

On tour, 1972:

Photo by Ron Galella:

With Liza and Jackie. Photo by Andy Warhol:

In Los Angeles with club owner, Rodney Bingenheimer (of Rodney Bingenheimer's English Disco):

All photos = my scans.