Rain should never stop play! Cartier Polo fun.

What about the weather? I don’t know what you’re talking about! Tis the season to put on a frock and picnic in the rain.  A little bit of water never harmed anyone. In true British style I had a fabulous picnic of champagne and pasta (I was with Italians) and a cherry tart in the pouring rain under an umbrella along with the entire car park B3 at Guards for The Cartier Queen’s Cup Polo. 

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My perfect rose bouquet: lots of Jo Malone over layers of Korres

If I had ten pounds for everytime a cabbie told me I smelt nice after a “what are you wearing luv?” I would be in Grasse by now with my own acres and cares of roses trying to figure out how to instapost-and-scratch-and-sniff so you could virtually be with me there too. But I don’t. Instead there are now a lot of London cabbie’s wives or girlfriends who either smell equally delectable in their partner’s eyes or are wondering why hubbie’s gone ra-ra for roses. Scent’s a personal thing. Read the rest of this entry »

In which my hair goes to Rome and New York too

I’m a firm believer in not only having The One but A Quickie too for when The One is not availaible. What? I’m talking about hairdressers ofcourse.  A few sunny (hard to believe I know) weeks ago I was reminded – thanks to Instagram – of DryBy a salon created by two sisters inspired by the blow dry bars and nail studios of New York. I had an event and was in need of A Quickie fix. DryBy on Mortimer Street in the heart of London is a few streets down from my office and I just decided to drop in one day for a hair spruce.  Read the rest of this entry »

Cashmere, Champagne and Cornflake Milkshakes At Boden

If you’ve never been to England and somehow maybe via the force you end up at a Boden press day then you’ll have the pleasure of indulging in those quintessentially Great British experiences all rolled into one. Think Swallows and Amazons meets Carry On meets Mary Quant and the Beatles at the seaside or the local chippie. For AW16 founder Johnnie Boden transported us to his Johnnie’s Milk Bar in the heart of Soho.  Read the rest of this entry »

My 5 ‘And-Repeat’ Beauty Buys

I came late to the make-up game in life, but in the absence of a large pair of sunglasses or an Instagram filter, everyone can do with a little clever artistry to enhance one’s natural fabulousness.  I used to simply be all about the finger tips and the lips, but hundreds of fashion shoots later, lots of new and exciting make-up trends, not to mention things I seein instagram accounts…these are the five beauty products I use daily – and buy – on repeat. Ahhh that little trip to the Harrods beauty hall, or Fenwicks not to forget duty free shops, to restock my supplies is a sacred endorphin-rush of a ritual all in itself. Read the rest of this entry »

Paris, the pint-sized day and a half, one night visit version

Paris. Paris. Paris and croissants. Buttery, bite-sized deliciousness. Paris. Paris. Paris. Chanel. Oh là là tweeds, pearls and well dressed girls. I found myself on the brand spanking new Eurostar one afternoon two weeks ago swooshing off to Paris slap bang during fashion week on a last minute ‘voulez-vouz’ mission. No, not an illicit rendez-vous but an exciting interview for Vogue China – a young media mogul and street style icon. I can’t tell you who until the magazine comes out. Shhh.

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Pops of Pink

I can buy nothing forever and then along comes a shoe. Shoes. Shoes. Shoes. It’s the first thing I ever bought on the internet. Thank you net-a-porter. It’s what got me into trouble constantly with my shoots at the Daily Mail: ”Natalie your shoes on the shoot are too expensive.” I know. But aren’t they just beautiful! It’s the one item of clothing I always carried in my onboard handbag that one time when Heathrow was having a bit of an ongoing baggage crisis. My theory was simple: if I had my favourite go with everything sandals (Manolo Blahniks) then lose my luggage and I can build up looks from the heels upwards…even if it involved wearing a paper bag. Read the rest of this entry »

FarFetch Fantasy Shopping Work Out

Let’s go fantasy shopping with FarFetch. Having spent the last year getting to stretch, burn and tone I have become a lot more in tune with what I like to call my workout-to-blowout fashion… Read the rest of this entry »

The One: Max at Michaeljohn

It’s not just the intricacies in the art of husband-hunting so finely played out in Pride & Prejudice by Mrs Bennett and her girls that can pose that all encompassing dilemma of finding The One. When it comes to your hair it’s sort of the same thing to. So I was very happy to discover many years ago the Holy Grail of fabulous hair, Max Coles at Michaeljohn. The One. He has flounced, bounced, glossed, trimmed, re-shaped, rebooted my hair so perfectly that I wished there were ways of having some sort of cloning for those days and my holidays when The One is not available.  Read the rest of this entry »

Sweat. Shower. Swish with Core-Collective and CitySwish

Any opportunity and excuse to have my hair done is in my opinion a good opportunity. No excuse needed. So I didn’t mind having to work out before my blow out. Whilst I’ve finally find a form of exercise other than swimming that is so me, namely barre, it’s always good to shake things up every now and then. I had just been talking over my usual morning coffee at Cafe Phillies about trying out the hip and happening new Core-Collective Gym a stones throw away when I received an impossible to turn-down and generous invitation to: Sweat.Shower.Swish. Read the rest of this entry »

The Berkeley Roof-Top Winter Cinema, marshmallows and all

Friday nights, sparkling lights, Christmas trees, the Berkeley if you please, Belgravia roof top, candlelit night, winter cinema, magical night, open air, howling wind in my hair, hot chocolate, marshmallows topped with cream, cashmere water bottles, shearling chalets, Christmas dream, Montcler blankets, champagne, canapés,  mulled wine, mince pies for days and days, brandy butter, Miracle on 34th street, little Natalie Wood,  I heart London, what a treat. Read the rest of this entry »

Thinking pink disruption at the Shoptiques UK launch

Pink taxis, a logo that looks like a smile and a handbag handle too, said logo designed by Gary Williams “the same guy that did the Apple logo”, an office in NY that looks just like the movie The Intern, over 2000 niche local boutiques from 4 countries on a website that is only 3 and a half years old from a 3o year old founder Olga Vidisheva who arrived in the US aged 17 not speaking a word of English. Gosh I marvel at technology and a woman whose underpinning belief is: “Believe in yourself. Figure out what is you want to do. Be honest with yourself and go and do it. Anything is possible.” Read the rest of this entry »

Last Night In London: Art fashion poetry passion

London a few last nights ago felt like one long stream of consciousness ode to visual and mental feasts thanks to Aiweiwei’s newly launched exhibition at the Royal Academy. It made me think of my first ever article I wrote when I started working at a newspaper. It was Couture. I was in a taxi under the Eiffel Tower dictating copy to the nigh time copytakers all the way back in London. It was all about Elizabeth Hurley and Versace Couture. This was ‘news’ baby as it happens! Only the article didn’t happen for me – my writing was considered too stream of consciousness. Well that’s what Paris and Couture does to you and the imagination.

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Barrecore: What it’s like to stretch, define, tone and burn baby burn

Before barrecore, after barrecore. Those pictures aren’t going to happen. My iPhone 6 cannot take selfies of the inside of my mind. Yet.  Just ask my friends for those ‘you’re looking lean and sleek and buff’ affirmations of the external effect it’s had on me instead. But that’s not why I started barrecore. I took it up because I somehow knew that I would always like it and like everything in life there is no point doing something if it’s just not you. I also took it up because I needed to zone out and move. I am a swimmer but if the pool does not stink of chlorine I am not getting in. So I haven’t got in in a long time. The more you move the more things happen. Read the rest of this entry »


It all ended like it started with a Roland Mouret dress. And Whatsapp. That’s how I’m styling my friends these days. From the comfort of a restaurant on a Sunday afternoon straight to you in the changing room at Harrods, Liberty’s, Harvey Nichs et al. That’s what Sundays are for. Long lunches. Shopping. And friends. It’s why I love technology. Everything is possible – always. Read the rest of this entry »

TRAVEL: Birkenhead House, Hermanus, Cape Town – What to wear

Just because you are in Africa doesn’t mean you need to do safari-chic. Leave that to the opulent but paired back interiors of Birkenhead House floating above the crashing waves of the sea in Hermanus. Don’t hold back on the glamour factor. After all how else are you going to match the candy striped poolside sleek of crisp whites and sharp pinks or the monochrome magic of the sprawling zebra print rug in your equally sprawling room?  Read the rest of this entry »

Outfit of the Day: Menswear for me


There’s nothing more fabulous than a cashmere jumper, especially one from the men’s department or the cupboard of your husband, boyfriend…whoever. There’s also nothing more fabulous than the onion soup at Balthazaar Boulangerie in Covent Garden. Beyond delicious and if you’re on a celiac diet it’s perfect. Read the rest of this entry »

A pair of pick-me-up Chanel sunglasses

Was having a breakfast without the Tiffany’s kind of day and the only way to scratch that itch was to buy myself a pair of Chanel sunglasses. Only Chanel can put the pearls back into the world. It’s an occupational hazard walking through Fenwicks in the name of fashion research … and ending up shopping. This was after I went to have my obligatory Percy Pig and chit chat with Mary in the press office at Fenwicks. Mary who is as much a part of the Fenwicks and Bond street DNA as the double interlocking CC is to Coco and Chanel. Read the rest of this entry »

Chanel No 5: The One That I Want – The Film

There really is nothing more spell binding than Chanel’s new No 5 video ads. It’s one of those numbers you always wait for. I remember waaayyy back when I was younger I would wait for those gorgeous magazine ads with Vanessa Paradis as a Chanel No 5 beautiful bird in a gilded cage. These days it’s a fully fledged falcon of a movie directed by Baz Luhrmann starring Giselle and to a sensuous version of Grease’s “You’re The One That I Want”…Only Chanel. Le grand sigh.


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Any excuse I can find to wonder home through Fenwicks, I will. It’s a bit like Claridges. Oh actually they are conveniently within throwing distance of each other. Strange that. There is always something to find in Fenwicks…whether it’s my must-have Percy Pigs from Mary and Sandra in the Press Office, or my “where is that from?” shearling number from Karl Donoghue which so many people have asked me about, or the fabulous cashmere ponchos by secret undiscovered brands that the buying team always unearths to my ripped J Brands (yes you read that correctly) that I bought because I saw the then Managing Director the late Jill Steider wearing them on the shop floor one afternoon a few years back. Read the rest of this entry »

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