Okay: it's snowing, in London, in Spring.
Taking a break from posting about Bowie, and while crowds queue a short walk from home to see the show at the V&a (first day open to the public), I'm tucked up with a nice strong cup of coffee from the ancient Italian metal espresso maker my friend BK gave me in NY, ages ago, playing the blues.
I'm reading Keith Richard's brilliantly written autobiography, Life, reading about the music that influenced the Stones the most, esp. Muddy Waters. And thinking of a car trip down to Miami, when we were really young. My dad driving our cherished '64 Ford Fairlane station wagon - powder baby blue, the colour of sky. I named him Max. Wrote a book about him. Anyway, my mom had this game going, a variation of 'I'm going on a picnic', where you say your favourite thing about the trip so far, in initials. My kid sister, hair so blonde it was white, couldn't have been more than five, six, stumped us all with the initials MTWT.
She won. We spent forever, couldn't get it. It was Mutty Water.
So I'm getting all these press releases from the PR girls, excitedly telling me that It's all about Green! It's all about Blue! It's all about Prints! this spring. Thanks, girls, but I wear what I want, and I trust anyone reading this does, too. As you might know, if you've been here before, it's been All About Blue, Green, Aqua, crisp white, for me, for years & years. But especially since this last trip to Miami/Palm Beach, where I shot the top shots from the car - I came back tan, of course, trim from swimming, hair bleached blonde, esp. the bottom, from chlorine and salt water and sun, and defiantly wearing white jeans, baby blue jumpers, aqua and lime green.. you can see me a mile away, in this dingy grey gloomy London town.
And then there's the jellyfish blues. But that's for another post.