Here's another patterned bolero jacket to go with the Tracery in my last post. This time, the stripes are made of plastic rings sewn onto the fabric. Would one call these sequins, or do they have a special name?
This is the jacket that's behind the security guard's hand in my last post ...
Some cartoon clichés don't happen. There are no flying saucers with anntenaed aliens stepping thereout, no single-palmed desert islands surrounded by sharks, and no little boys with a bandage round their jaw to relieve toothache. But I know one cliché that did happen: a man putting his hand in front of my camera to stop me photographing. This is the hand:
The hand, and presumably the keys, belong to the security guard in the Clarendon Shopping Centre in Oxford. I was photographing a jacket, and had hung it on the door to Podarok, one of the shops there. I thought its pattern went with the background formed by the door handles and shop interior. The guard didn't like this. It would be alright, he said, to photograph Podarok from outside the Clarendon Centre, but not from inside it, because Podarok was private property. Since almost every piece of land in this country is private property, the reason seemed suspect. But the guard was insistent.
This didn't seem consistent. A few days ago, a big group of English-language students — Oxford overflows with them during the summer — were sitting near Podarok taking photos of each other on their phones. No guards were stopping them. Anyway, like so many other shops in Oxford, Podarok has closed down. The Clarendon should be more welcoming.
It isn't often that my clothing gets compared to a Scotch egg. In fact, until Wednesday, it was never. But then in the Gloucester Green market, I stopped to look at a new food stall. It was called "Cranston Pickles" — no relation to Branston, but the owner's surname — and sold pickles and vegetarian Scotch eggs.
While I was looking at these, the stall's owner said "That matches your outfit!" What I was wearing was the pink Gerry Weber silk jacket which I posted about last summer:
I tried one of her spicy kedgeree eggs, and the coating was pleasingly light, without the cloddy heaviness that I find in the supermarket brands. These show a combination of stodge and impenetrability which inspired one humourist — Alan Coren perhaps, or Bill Bryson — to describe these as eggs coated with firebrick.
But this blog is supposed to be about colour, not taste. So I then decided to find out whether Cranston Scotch-egg pink really does match my outfit. I loaded photos of the egg, and of my jacket, into the Gimp image-processing program, cut out a small uniform portion of each, and fed both these into 3D Color Inspector, Kai Uwe Barthel's colour-analysis program that I wrote about here. This plots the distribution of colours in colour cubes with axes representing the strengths of red, green, and blue. Here are my results, the jacket colours on the left:
I conclude that my jacket is a purer colour, and more towards the white. Which I thought it would be; I just decided I'd use this post to remind readers of 3D Color Inspector's existence, as well as writing about some colourful and tasty new foods I'd seen. So thanks to Cranston for the photos and the eggs. Now, has anyone written a Taste Inspector program?...
I've blogged quite a few photo-posts about spring and summer flower colours, to show how much better we could do with our clothes if our attitude to them matched our love of flowers. I'll use the splendid rose exhibit above to open another. I love the rose because it's vivid, its colour is consistent all across the petals, and it's an unusual shade. This exhibit grabbed my attention when I saw it in real life, and it grabs my attention when I see it in photos.
I say exhibit: this was one of the items displayed at yesterday's Wolvercote Horticultural Society summer show. There are photos of some others below. Photo number five is striking because of the orange flower at the focus of the arrangement.
WHS had a textile section as well as flowers, from which I've shown a colourful tapestry stool. The judges' label on it reads, "Lovely stool with a bright and detailed design. Love the way the braiding on edge matches the design." I'd give the exhibitor's name, but they were anonymous, known only as Exhibitor No. 28.
Here's an impressive striped top by Nina Boutique. The reason I'm impressed is that it's so carefully cut; one could call it sculptural. I've tried to bring that out in the last three photos.
I'm told that this top would have been made in the late 70's, perhaps on sale for evening wear from a small boutique in an area such as Chelsea or Kensington . It could have cost around £400, which would have been several weeks' wages.
Here's another in my series on seasonal colours. I saw this on the towpath of the Oxford canal, and liked the colour and pattern. I suspect it's a mallow. The photo is a close-up: the flower in its entirety is below.