Showing posts with label Battersea Park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Battersea Park. Show all posts

07/09/2014

Alex in Wonderland


  Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland was my favorite book as a kid. The notion you could fall down a hole in the garden and enter a completely new fantastical universe fascinated me. I don’t know if it was the colorful characters or the curious situations, but something really resonated with me in that book. I think the constant changes Alice undergoes throughout her journey, both in size as well as mindset, were something that has mirrored my own life in a way.

  
  Even fashion-wise, I’ve always been drawn to items that are slightly peculiar, and I think the most amazing designers are those who push the envelope in Ready-to-Wear, such as McQueen or Mugler. Although I probably wouldn’t wear runway McQueen in broad daylight, I try to incorporate something curious every day in my wardrobe. For instance, even though they’ve been a trend for a while now, leather shorts make absolutely no sense. Taking a winter fabric, that doesn’t breathe well, and making a summer silhouette out of it? Nonsense. However, the high street world has become enamored with “different” fabrics, and everything is now either leather or neoprene.  


  I decided to take these pictures in the English Garden at Battersea Park. Rarely busy, this secluded area has a Secret Garden aura to it, and makes you feel like you’re the first person to go in since the 1800’s.  It also reminds me of the Queen’s Garden in Alice in Wonderland gone wrong, with unkempt white and red wild flowers sprouting out of the cracked pathways everywhere. And although I know there aren’t going to be any talking cards walking around or disappearing cats, a boy can put on some headgear and dream right?

Top: American Apparel
Shorts: American Apparel
Shoes: New Balance
Sunglasses: Camden Market
Mickey Ears: Ebay

19/08/2014

An Introduction.


My name is Alex Gilbert. I am the last person you’d ever expect to see in the front row at fashion week.

 I’m not the spouse of a ridiculously wealthy Russian oil magnate, or an ex-model who looks way too perfect in all his instagram posts. I’m not even the BFF of Anna Dello Russo or Grace Coddington. I’m a 21 year old “just marketing” graduate who works in pharmaceutical recruitment. 

  I was born in Zimbabwe, raised in Serbia, and moved to London just three years ago to do my degree. I have no fairytale back story explaining why I love fashion. I never watched with awe as my mother picked out which Chanel suit she was going to wear, and my Dad’s idea of a dinner outfit is comfortable shorts, a t-shirt that fits right and shoes you can walk in. But somehow, I just really fucking love fashion. I love watching live streams of Paris fashion week, following blogs of impossibly cool people, and buying way too many editions of Vogue. Unfortunately, it all just seems so unattainable. Sure, watching models saunter down the Met Gala red carpet in Elie Saab is exhilarating, but I’m not one of those people. I’m just a relatively insane person who lives in zone 2 London and happens to love all this stuff. So, I’m starting this blog is for you, someone like me, who wants to be sitting next to BryanBoy at Prada, but is actually lying in bed eating Tesco brownies watching Netflix. 

We are the last people you’d expect to see in the front row at fashion week, we are the front row underdogs. 
Enjoy my first outfit post. 







photography by Kim Martyn
P.S: I'm not usually this serious but it was about to rain and I was worried, bye x

-Alex