Fashion Rambler Meets Jessica Hart (and Casey Gillespie)

I’m currently sunning my buns as you read. Yes, this is a scheduled post and I’m in Gran Canaria. Feel jealous. Oh don’t be like that… I’ve left you some loveliness….

So, if you follow my mobile ramblings on twitter, you’ll have learnt that I was in the Big Smoke this week. ‘But, why?’ I hear you cry, well, for many reasons. First and foremost I was there to interview Jess Hart the Australian model and next Elle Macpherson who has just brought her own label line to Selfridges London and Manchester Trafford Centre.
Upon arriving at Selfridges Oxford Street I sat outside with an orange Lucozade in the sun and people watched my arse off. The world’s most famous high street was buzzing with the beautiful people, the people and the ugly people. I breathed it all in, coughed out the air pollution and entered Selfridges via Chanel (naturally).
Jessica was waiting in the Personal Shopping department and after being shown the collection I was whisked off to meet her. But, not before ELLE Magazine. Elle had sent their newest staff reporter who was slightly frazzled and very unprepared after being told to get to Selfridges only 2 minutes before hand. Woops. So, as she was rather unprepared I wasn’t waiting long for my turn. Just enough time to order some water and charge my Blackberry.
Jess Hart is bloody gorgeous. Obviously. She’s a model. Some might say a super-model. But she really is that beautiful. A face you can stare at with ease. Not only this but she has enough brains to be modest and coy and all ‘Style Icon, moi?’ which was cute, at first, but then I was all ‘you have a fashion line, own it’.
To see my interview with Jess Hart click here, but I saved the vital and most important questions for Fashion Rambler readers:
Fashion Rambler: London Fashion Week or Rosemount Australian Fasion Week?
Jessica Hart: London Fashion Week.
FR: Savage Garden or Oasis?
JH: Oasis.
FR: Neighbours or Coronation Street?
JH: Neighbours
Tess (Ghost Designer): She had to say that, she’s from Melbourne!
FR: Britain’s Next Top Model or Australia’s Next Top Model?
JH: Have I ever been on BNTM? I was on Australian one, as an example.
Tess (Not-so Ghost like is she…): But Elle is hosting the British one.
JH: Really?
FR: Yes, her first year.
JH: Britain’s Next Top Model. The Australian one is awful anyway.
FR: Menswear?
JH: I’d love to!

After meeting the beautiful Hart I left, gabbed my water from the PR and headed for UniQlo where I bought Lady Gaga’s SAVE JAPAN Tee. As I was paying, I pulled out what I thought was my Blackberry. Fail. It was Jessica Hart’s. The Jessica’s Hart’s mobile was in m hands. I felt like I was on CrimeWatch. I laughed, rather hysterically and scared the cashier.
A giggly phone-call between myself and the PR, who was a little hysterical herself, resulted in the device being returned without problem. Phew. Now onto my next appointment: Casey Gillespie of the newly founded London Confidential.
As you may know I write for Manchester Confidential and Body Confidential, I’m quite the Confidential parasite. So, I had to meet this fine lady. She’s a New Yorker in every sense of the word, funny, opinionated, doesn’t get the Tube or alcohol and likes to offer reading suggestions (I’m about to start her recommendation, Augusten Burroughs’ Running With Scissors). Watch this space LonCon is going to get oh-so-good.
We chatted for a very brief time as I had to dash to Victoria from Hoxton (not easy) for my Brighton bound train. Yes, I do London in style, I stay in Brighton.
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A capsule wardrobe for London and Brighton

So. I’m off to London tomorrow and I’m stopping off in Brighton to stay with a friend. I’m popping down to London to interview the gorgeous Jess Hart about her latest Neon Hart collection for Selfridges. I’m also going to the launch of Collective, an eco/ethical premium Tee brand. Lots to blog once I’m back, but for now. Here is my VERY capsule wardrobe.

From top Left. Wranger Black Skinny Jeans for Collective Party, GAP Hoodie for Tuesday in Brighton,  Current/Elliot Jacket for whole trip, Hugo Boss Orange for whole trip, Zara Chinos for Monday in London, TOPMAN vest for Monday in London and Tuesday in Brighton, Beaded accessories for Tuesday in Brighton, TOPMAN shorts for Tuesday in Brighton, Collective Launch invitation, Boss’s Mac Book for work, Zoe Karssen Tee for Collective Party, Clarks Desert Boots for whole trip and Hayfever tablets dead centre.

Also, went to see family for Sunday dinner before my impending London trip and Gran Canaria (July 4th-12th) and got early Birthday presents! €90 and this Sheaffer pen! (excuse horrific photography, I’m in a rush!)


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A Mancunion boy in Brighton


A group of my friends, the boyfriend and I went to Brighton for a weekend getaway to relax, have fun and to celebrate, among other things, my birthday. We came back with hangovers, sand in places unmentionable whilst writing on the world wide web and many beautiful memories. I have yet to get my tacky single use cameras developed (my Canon is unwell) but when I do I am sure it shall reveal some photographic gems capturing our festivities and skinny-dips.


I shan’t bore you will tales of our trip or our newly discovered in-jokes but I shall endeavor to spin a few blog posts worth of rambles loosely based on my boozy weekend and dedicated to fashion. Yes ladies and gentlefolk, that means I shall be telling you about my birthday presents! I shall try not to give too much away but they include some things Lush, some things paper, some things musical, some things Ray-Ban Sunglasses and a Fossil I found on the beach.

I was a very lucky little boy as I got some wonderfully personal, fashionable and fabulous gifts from many beautiful people. Thank you all.

Before I end this post I must just say this: if you haven’t been to Brighton PLEASE DO. It is actually quite wonderful. To those in the south, it is like Torquay without the disappointment and to those in the north, like Blackpool but done well. The shopping as varied as many big cities but all housed in tiny streets and Harry Potteresque shops. The North Laine offers vintage, eccentric and bohemian gift shops, bars and restaurants where The South Laine hosts D&G and Vivienne Westwood et cetera. The Pier is a magical place and not nearly as chavy as you might expect and the whole city oozes of British Charm with a Sugarush and a spanking. Delightful. The below image should help you understand the fun we had, he is obviously feeling outstanding.


A last note: the tacky but much loved mini canvases in the title image were part of a birthday present from a friend and Brighton resident. They, and others like them, are available here . The

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P.S. I HAVE ONLY JUST REALIZED THAT I SPELT OUT ‘BRIGHTON’ WRONG WITH THE CANVASES, I CANNOT BELIEVE IT!