Monday, 29 September 2014

OUT AND ABOUT: Goodwood Revival: Festival of Speed | No comments:

As we blare Klingande's 'Jubel' out of the sound system with saxophone's ringing in our ears, windows down, smiles in tact; my father and I meandered our way down the country lanes of Chichester for the very sought-after motoring event of the year: Goodwood Revival. For those of you who are unfamiliar; Goodwood Revival: Festival of Speed is a reflection of the motorcar/motorcycle racing that took place at the Goodwood Motor Circuit between the years of 1948-1966.

My father and I were extremely fortunate to have been invited to attend Goodwood Revival as guests of Maserati. Well...it was definitely all you could have imagined. As we arrived at the Goodwood Country house, which had primarily been taken over by Maserati, we were greeted by many friendly faces. Amongst them were all sorts of interesting people, a great networking event for me. I met a two wonderful young tailors from Oxford who were able to share with me their extensive knowledge on tailoring. Whilst I haven't done many tailored posts recently, I am infatuated with sharp tailoring hence 'Sartorial', making this meet and greet very educational for myself.








After casual mutterings over teas and coffees and even a few cheeky pastries we were picked up by our Chauffeur and off we went. After exploring the circuit, watching a few races and exploring the retro village my father and I headed back to the country house for the champagne reception, followed by lunch.
























So lunch... a bit too rich for my liking... but I wasn't complaining. We left with a goodie bag (of course) and left with huge smiles on our faces.....until we hit 4 hours of traffic that is.. if you go; I would plan your journey home, stopping for Dinner somewhere in the country whilst the traffic dies down would be ideal.



Goodwood Revival is a fabulous day out, with everyone getting into the spirit of things by dressing up in period costume during the 40s-60s. The motor circuit is spectacular equipped with a movie-set village which is reflective of the 50s era. There are endless activities to do, choose to jive away to some 50s classics or wander the vintage stalls, enriched with divine furs and vintage clothing, along with hat stalls (this is where I was in Fedora heaven...shame my bank account wasn't so forgiving) and vintage sunglasses. I managed to spot out these beauties. Alike to the Wildfox design, I was able to pick these up for £20, which I bartered down to £15. Yet again, a bargain buy for me.... WINNING!



So onto the most important part of all: FASHION (OBVIOUSLY...)




As a true Fashionista I become mirthfully captivated when historical fashions resurface with such effortlessness and craft. I am absolutely inspired by everything pertinent to the fashions of the late 40s with the advances of the unadorned pre-war rags of WWII to the prosperity of post-war riches. This movement saw rags turn into beautifully rich and flowing silks, wools and duchess satins. Dominating the 40s with his creation of the hour-glass silhouette, Christian Dior had fabricated a feminine collection which accentuated the womanly curves of the female body, a collection which he called Corelle ‘Flower Woman’ was later distinguished as ‘The New Look’. As soon as I received my invite....I knew this was going to be one hell of a ball!
What I Wore:
Dress - Zara
Bag - Gucci Soho Disco Bag
Mary-Jane Shoes - Topshop
Belt - Moschino
Mink Fur Shawl - VINTAGE:This was handed down to me, when my friend Georgia's nanna passed away...they passed this down to me and I am eternally grateful! It is just gorgeous!
Kisses,
Bea {x}


Thursday, 10 April 2014

Amor caecus est | No comments:



 









Travelling in Style
 
 
"Love is Blind" is a phrase that led me into a deep trail of thought...what does this mean? I am sure it means something different to everyone. Some may see this as falling for personality and not for looks or that love may fall within a danger zone (aka falling for your best friend) where you fear too much to admit it to them or to yourself; or even that we are blind to noticing something or someone.

Whilst I can admit that I can be blind to many things especially love, I was most definitely not blind to this beautiful landscape. So barren yet riddled with history and well, whilst there's not much if NO life (hence the Dead Sea) I felt more alive than ever. Whilst my legs were screaming at me to rest, all I wanted to do was climb this gigantic mountain and explore the history that lies dormant... Call me mad, but in life all the best people are completely bonking mad, including me! Whilst we did trek across the vast landscape, we did in fact opt for the cable car ride to the top rather than the snake path as I am not sure I would have survived. Literally it looked deadly as in people have ACTUALLY died.

At the top of Mount Masada you can see right across the desert with the Dead Sea stretching on for miles; Jordan is situated on the other side of the Dead Sea, a place I hope to one day visit with the 'Lost City' in Petra being on my Bucket List of things to see. I have never been in a desert nor to the top of a mountain like we did so I loved every single second of it. My father arranged for us to be chauffeur driven around for the day by the lovely Moni, not only did he give us a private guided tour at Mount Masada, he also took us to the Dead Sea where we all enjoyed lunch and I later indulged in a bit of a spa day (post to follow).

With the scorching sun and baring desert heat, I opted for a grey wash denim skater skirt with my 'Amor cauecus est' vest top, with a Gilly Hicks bralet underneath. I picked this A-line skirt up in Oxford Street on the Sale Rail in H&M for a mere £6..winning. Issue? My hilarious if not painful sunburn that covered my legs. As you can see in many of my photo's it looks as though I am wearing high socks...all my fault due to the fact I forgot to apply suncream on the day of the Marathon. IDIOT. TBH when you are waking up at 4am (usually the time I am coming in after a night out) you aren't really thinking straight. I was so nervous about the race that this honestly didn't even cross my mind...yet I look back and laugh and think it is my mark of victory slash I am now peeling and totally regret this! Gross, tights it is!


'Amor caecus est' Vest Top - Tea and Toast for Topshop
Grey Denim Wash Skater Skirt - H&M
Navy Lace Bralet - Gilly Hicks
Leather Converse - Converse
Frilly Socks - Topshop
Sunglasses - Bvlgari
 
Bea {x}