Showing posts with label Dasha Zhukova. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dasha Zhukova. Show all posts

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Under The Westway

London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Ok so I know that East is where it’s at, that Walthamstow is the new Dalston which was the new Shoreditch or whatever but since I moved to London I have lived in the deeply unfashionable West. The last time West London was remotely cool was probably sometime in the mid-nineties when Damon and Justine were living on Kensington Park Road.

The lyrics of Blur’s For Tomorrow evoke my favourite view over London - in a cab, driving along the Westway at night from Marylebone towards home, looking through the window at Golborne Road leading to Trellik Tower, Portobello Market and Ladbroke Grove tube, the skyline a mix of nineteenth century rooftops and stark, high rise flats. This urban landscape was lovingly documented in the latest issue of Pop with words by JG Ballard and pictures by Juergen Teller and Jon Savage. I first came across Savage’s portraits of neglected London at the ICA exhibition The Secret Public which explored the underground art scene that emerged against the background of Thatcher’s Britain. This feature was yet another highlight of Dasha’s first Pop. Overall, it more than surpassed my expectations, which were extremely low admittedly, and banished all thoughts of my initial WTF?? reaction to her appointment as editor-in- chief. NOK

Pics: flickr, Jon Savage, me & Fi.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

There really is a new girl in town....

It’s a great month for mags. We get the big fat September issues of all our faves plus issue two of Love and the first issue of Pop under Dasha Zhukova. A-may-zing. Issue two of Love is basically full of teenagers and as Katie Grand says in her editor’s letter “if you’re over the age of 21, the fact that everybody who appears on [these] pages is younger than you might make you feel a little bit old”. And yes, after almost 300 pages of pouting posing teenagers I did feel pretty ancient, but weirdly I didn’t feel jealous. I wasn’t even jealous of Tavi, the 13-year-old blogger whose site ( gets a reported half a million hits a month and who is now garnering mainstream media attention. My Portmanteau other half and I always joke that we were actually way more clued in about our careers when we were 10. After school on a Monday we would scour the Guardian media supplement for jobs. (We were really weird.) But looking back at our incredibly boring diaries - highlights of which include descriptions of the tuna sandwiches we ate - I’m not sure that we would have been the media sensation that Tavi is. But yeah - like I said - I’m not jealous. She has all the painful teenage years ahead of her, not to mention the anxiety-filled early twenties. Good luck, Tavs.

I am really jealous of Dasha Zhukova though. She’s closer to my age, she’s really pretty and an excellent dresser, she’s going out with a billionaire and although we were sceptical when we first heard she had been appointed as editor, I've got to admit that Pop is actually really good. The front cover boasts “Where else do you get Ed Ruscha, the president of Liberia, Spinnerette, J.G. Ballard and Jeurgen Teller? Plus a Naomi 25-year tribute, and a stem-cell research celebration by Rodarte” Seriously, where else could you get all that? It’s also filled with beautiful editorials and the paper size and texture varies throughout, making each new story an individual little treat. Tavi (her again) is cover girl and appears in cute and playful editorial that was styled by Tamara Rothstein and shot by Jamie Morgan. LE

Photos from Pop (but taken on my phone so excuse picture quality)

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Then We Came to The End

The September issues have hit the shelves, my traditional signifier that summer is officially O.V.E.R. And I can breathe a little easier. There was one dodgy period when the forecasters were frightening me with their talk of heatwaves, but thankfully that didn’t last for much more than a week. Yes, summer is over and I survived with my opaque tights still intact. I just don’t do summer – much more of an autumn / winter girl and there are so many treats to look forward to this season - The September Issue, scarves, The Sartorialist goes from blog to book, velvet, fashion week, Coco on the cover of Love, our first look at Dasha's Pop, autumn leaves on Holland Park Avenue, even woollier tights. I kinda knew it was all going to be fine when I saw the cover of July’s Vogue, usually the sunniest and therefore, for me, the worst issue of the year. But there were no scary cover lines proclaiming the Summer of Love, no swimsuits. Just Julianne Moore photographed by Alasdair McLellan in all her fiery, autumnal glory. But how did Alex and Co. capture the mood and sense that summer would be such a washout? If life at Vogue House ever gets too much, a career at the Met Office could be on the cards. NOK

Monday, March 23, 2009

Getting Into Fashion By Degrees

I hadn’t been home (home as in where my mum and dad and dog live) since Christmas but Saturday saw me climb aboard a mini-bus and make the familiar journey down the dual carriageway towards Kildare. The 8th Fashion Bloggers’ Brunch was held in Kildare Village. Its Oh-God-is-that-outside-of-Dublin location may have accounted for the fewer than usual attendees but those of us who made the journey were pleasantly surprised by our day out in the sticks. There are lots of bargains to be bagged in your usual outlet centre haunts – Levi's, Nike, etc. - but also in high street stores Reiss and All Saints and it’s a great place to pick up home wear if you are so inclined.

Over brunch at L’Officina, talk turned to academic life and what people study or studied at college. Most of us had studied something completely different to the job that we are currently in and none of us fashion bloggers had specifically studied fashion. But then it doesn’t seem that studying fashion is necessarily the route to establishing a career in fashion. Only last week, we discussed how designer/gallery owner/POP’s editor-in-chief Dasha Zhukova actually studied homeopathy! Luella Bartley did attend Central Saint Martins but she studied fashion journalism instead of design. Laura and Kate Mulleavy of Rodarte have no formal fashion training; both opted to attend Berkeley instead. Laura studied English literature whilst Kate took art history. And even Vivienne Westwood had an alternative career before she revolutionised fashion in the ‘70s - the woman who turned up knickerless to collect her OBE used to be a primary school teacher.

Dame Viv

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Pop Goes Dasha

So after months of speculation, it has been announced that Dasha Zhukova will replace Katie Grand as editor of Pop. The Portmanteau's first reaction to the news was something along the lines of "WTF?? – this must be a joke". Miss Zhukova is pretty and really rich but she has no experience of running a magazine. One minute she's designing latex leggings for Kova & T, the next she's Russia's answer to Jay Jopling, spending boyf Roman Abramovich's millions on Francis Bacon and Lucien Freud paintings and opening her own art gallery in Moscow. When asked in a Guardian interview which artists she likes, she replied: "I'm like, really bad at remembering names ...”. She seems equally confused about her career path. Note that none of the options involve homeopathy which she has actually studied.

At least she'll have some help at the office. The team linked to Pop's relaunch is v. impressive - Sam Taylor-Wood, Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, Daphne Guinness. BFF Olympia Scarry will be lending a hand as artistic director, although Daphne didn't seem to know anything about her new role until she read about it on the internet which is a little worrying. Katie Grand used to complain about Pop's cramped offices and tight budget but luckily this lot won't have to suffer similar conditions with publishing house Bauer somehow finding the cash for a new London HQ and an installation space in Berlin. Much more suitable for a bunch of spoilt socialites.

But who am I kidding? I’m not so secretly rather entertained by Dasha and co. I even wandered for hours through the grey slums of Moscow to visit her art gallery. And then it was closed when I got there. It should have taught me a lesson but no, I’m still fascinated and can’t wait for Pop redux on Sept 1.