Beckham & GOAT

Beckham Emporium on Dover Street

Unless you have been living under a rock, you’ll know that Queen Victoria Beckham has recently opened her flagship store on Dover Street, Mayfair. I was dying to take some illegal shots of the emporium but also wanted to combine the trip with another long awaited shop project, GOAT’s first shop on Conduit Street.

Yesterday, post a George Northwood flying visit (Lotte (video clip here), his junior stylist, was my snipper this time and would TOTALLY recommend her!), I headed across the west end to admire shop fits rather than make any purchases.

GOAT Conduit Street

Worn by a particularly discerning (mostly fashionista) clientele, GOAT has made its name as the understated cashmere brand. Even Mrs Beckham herself has been seen in their signature knits.

signature knits at GOAT shop

The boutique is neutral to say the least.   Some might even suggest a blank canvas but the clothing still manages to scream luxury, quality and simple, chic style.

GOAT conduit street

The 6,000 sq ft of Beckham-ness is nothing less than breathtaking.

Beckham flagship store on Dover St

The mirrored walls, concrete staircase, angular images and suspended clothes from chains on the ceiling are the work of architect Farshid Moussavi and the detail perfectionist herself.Beckham flagship store on Dover St

complete with Damien Hirst art

complete with Damien Hirst art

With no mannequins, no tills and not even a door to open, this work of (retail) art feels more like a gallery than somewhere I might try anything on.

GOAT 4 Conduit St. W1

Victoria Beckham 36 Dover St. W1

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secrets…

Yesterday was a day of secrets. Undercover, I slipped into a perfectly sunny Soho looking for some hush-hush Spring/Summer ’15 style gems at Lamb to Slaughter’s press day.

London's soho in autumn

Held at the private Union members club on Greek Street, Donna Lambert and her PR team were showcasing their clients’ wares in this 270 year old, listed Georgian town house.

DKODE Footwear

DKODE Footwear

Forbes & Lewis bags and luggage

Forbes & Lewis bags and luggage

and Mint's high quality vintage

and Mint’s high quality vintage

I had arranged to meet my most fun @stylonylon there before we planned to run off into the streets of Soho to do what we love most…. snap, snap, snap….

Stylonylon on the run

Stylonylon on the run

Soho’s Secret Tea Room (hidden up the stairs behind the bar) at the Coach & Horses pub probably isn’t as obscure as it sounds, but tempted us in all the same. Giggling, gossiping and swapping many a secret, we managed to munch our way through a silly amount of finger sandwiches (that’s right; no crusts), scones with jam and clotted cream and those ever-pouring tea pots.

Soho's Secret Tea Room

 

Soho's Secret Tea Rooms


soho's secret tea rooms

And clearly seeking more covert territory, I headed out last night to meet Him and some undisclosed friends at a ridiculously private hangout for dinner.

two bridges place

two brydges place

Down this mysterious alley called Two Brydges Place, off St Martin’s Lane, I learnt of cloaks and daggers and so much more…

 

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‘Just Breathe’ she said.

I mean how hard can it be – I thought. In and out, in and out… how did Caroline Kremer think I had lived for the last (almost) 43 years. But she has her hand on my diaphragm, as I lie on a practitioner bed above South Molton Street, and she’s looking terribly serious… so I listen and obey.

Caroline Kremer

And then… moments later.. we’re mid (lung) workout and I’m learning something new and different and positively exciting.

Caroline Kremer

Kremer is probably the UK’s leading authority on analysing mal-alignment (with many elite clients) as well as London’s principal Bowen practitioner but she has now launched ‘Just Breathe’ in a bid to point out just how much we are underusing our lungs.

She introduces me to Frank, her skeleton, and shows me how, when you breathe properly, the diaphragm massages the heart, back muscles, neck and those vital organs.

And again I take a breath… before breathing out while making a full-on hissing noise. Kremer asks me to let it out   s  l  o  w  l  y   and just when I think I have no more air left to exhale, she asks me to breathe out some more. Pause. Then breathe in again.

After only two breaths I feel ridiculously amazing.

Caroline Kremer

Obviously we can’t breathe like this all day long but just 5 breaths a day (of our on average 20,000) can make us feel much more relaxed.

So it turns out Kremer is onto something. Having worked out that none of us use our lungs properly, she has taken the Bowen technique, combined it with her alignment practice and added in her crucial (patented) twist called Just Breathe.

Caroline has her own amazing story to tell so we didn’t just breathe when we met. Tragically, her husband died young of cancer and she was left with a ski business to wrap up and her three young daughters. Her calm yet determined manner is quite astounding and makes her ‘Just Breathe’ method that bit more engaging. Besides, she clearly practices what she preaches and so – along with better posture, alleviated back pain and an oxygenated body – you leave feeling a whole lot calmer.

Caroline Kremer teaches her “Just Breathe” method at 58 South Molton Street, W1 (carolinekremer.com). £150 for an initial 90-minute session

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I say… Set Them Free!

I’ve spent the whole of this week fussing over a suitcase when I’m not even going anywhere fun. In fact, I’m not going anywhere at all. It’s Mini who’s running off into the sunset (pouring rain?). My just-10-year-old is off for her first EVER residential school trip and the planning, labeling, instructions and finally the packing… is in itself full to the brim of emotional adrenalin.

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On one hand, she is half dying to slip out of the house unaccompanied (no piano practice, homework etc) but, on the other hand, she is half dreading having to fend for herself with no mug-of-a-mum running up and down the stairs kissing her good night and tending to her every whim.

For me, this is all about a change. I’m dying to see the change this trip will bring about. Week on week, it’s hard to see our children grow up as they are right in front of our beady eyes. However, next week’s metamorphosis will be hidden from me until a beyond-exhausted slightly-smelly creature is delivered back to the ranch. And then, once she has caught up on sleep and baths, the change will be uncovered and my girl will be that little bit bigger with a sprinkling of social independence.

Of course I will miss the blonde bombshell – my sensible, conscientious, reasonably bossy child who has more sense (sometimes) than her own mother. But I do fully embrace her temporary departure as she steps into the outside world without her parents. It’s the only way for these kids to work out who they really are.

This column first appeared in The Lady where I am their Mum About Town.

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