OMG..it’s not often I blog about something unrelated to design, dance or style but I was recently treated to a Ka Huna massage by my friend Esme Adams and it was just something that I have never experienced before…..and this is coming from someone who once trained in massage.
The aim of Ka Huna massage is to allow energy to flow freely throughout the body, facilitating relaxation and deep muscular and emotional release. This is performed through rhythmic long flowing motions, using not just the fingers but the palms, wrists and forearms, working sometimes both on top of the body and underneath, at the same time. I now realise why Esme is so fit – the massage is a work out in itself, its almost a dance. And the sensation it creates..well.. I can tell you it just feels like your whole body is connected, and treated as a whole, rather than one limb at a time. The effect is also incredibly nurturing and comforting – the essence of “aloha” no doubt? Brilliant if your in need of a little TLC.
I left walking on air, one chilled mama! Christ knows where a two manned massage, as demonstrated below, would take you? Out into the stratosphere perhaps??
So, if you happen to be sitting there, in South east London, thinking that’s just what you need, give Esme a shout. She’s running an offer at Barry Road Clinic East this month: Saturdays, £15 off 1 hr 1/2 treatments, £10 off 1 hr treatments. Treatments are also available at Canvas and Cream, Forest Hill, throughout the week.
I’ve been dying to post this video of my fellow pushettes and I fire dancing at my friend Annia’s party, but the file refuses to download (grrr but weirdly happy to play on Facebook, what’s that about??) However Hedi Slimane’s recent Spring menswear collection has given me the perfect excuse to at least mention it. (And in the meantime I’ll be researching how to get this damn video thing going!)
The brief for the party was “vintage festival. Us ladies revelled in the various options that opened up, see below, but there was a decidedly quizzical look on the men’s faces!
What does a man wear to a vintage festival party – well evidence suggested a straw hat and floral shirt? Enter the Saint Laurent collection – here’s how it’s really done (btw I fancy the collection for myself – sorry boys!)
I went to see the Jean Paul Gaultier exhibition at the Barbican yesterday and it was incredible. Funnily enough, my friend Jo and I had both been to see the Bond exhibition in the same exhibition space, and both of us said how off-putting the mannequins were. Just faceless black moulds of, what looked like, sponge. It was Bond for God’s sake – the great champion of glamazons. Well these mannequins were something else – they blinked, they talked and could quite easily scare the bejesus out of any unsuspecting visitor! How perfect for Monsieur Gaultier?
And the clothes? They need no explanation – perfect for any wannabe showgirl!
P.S. Watch the Dita Von Teese video till the end otherwise you’ll miss out on the money shot!
I’ve been feeling so guilty of late from my lack of posting, so I was delighted when I found Ivy Jacobsen’s paintings on Pinterest, they are so beautiful they just have to be shared.
There’s a real sense of underwater tranquility – totally mesmerising! For some reason, perhaps due to the murky backdrops, “The Waterbabies” comes to mind. I’m just waiting for a little mermaid to pop out out of a giant Allium.
Love this photo shoot by Tom Craig for Porter Magazine. Very reminiscent of the photographs Patrick Lichfield took of Talitha Getty, the queen of Marrakesh kool in the early 70s:
It was here where he [Yves Saint Laurent] met one of his muses, the ill-fated and impossibly beautiful Talitha Getty (supposedly the only woman Rudolf Nureyev was ever attracted to). Her opulent Moroccan palace, which she shared with her oil heir husband was the setting for some of the decade’s most raucous parties – the likes of Marianne Faithfull and Mick Jagger would flock to them, charmed by the couple’s bohemian lifestyle. Getty was a style icon who came to be the blueprint for what we consider hippy luxe – to the inner fashion world if not the general public (a lot of whom would incorrectly cite Sienna Miller, who was at least thirty years behind Getty in popularising the look). The most famous image of her, shot by Patrick Lichfield, shows her as an enigmatic but alluring figure crouched on her roof in Marrakech, clad in white pantaloons and decadent, colourful kaftan, her husband casually looming in the background, and is considered culturally significant to the point that it resides in London’s National Gallery. (Pinch Magazine)
“It’s not about rules; it’s about soul”, says Alina Preciado, proud owner of this fabulous loft in Brooklyn. A former textile warehouse, this abode is now littered with trinkets, art and sculpture from around the world, creating a perfect artistic fusion between the loft’s industrial past and it’s bohemian present.
I love this apartment in Madrid, belonging to photographer Manolo Yllera. You’d have to be pretty confident in your freestyle doodling to go to town on your walls though. But I guess thats what white paint is for – let the game’s begin!