Three Little Maids

The game, my friends, is afoot! Word on the street is this. There will be a fancy free, pretty darn hot cabaret group called Three Little Maids, skulking around the cobbled lanes o' London Town. Tomorrow night. Twill be a dish fit for the gods. Now thereby hangs a tale...

Remember, remember the 5th of November... Believe, for, as good luck would have it, I am one of these Maids. I bear a charmed life, indeed.

Tom James Photography (2010)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boguslaw Maslak Photography (2010)




 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  




We Three Little Maids are a musical trio composed of Kate, Alex and Jen, three well-bred fillies specializing in 1940s-style close harmony singing, with a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’. With a set of delicious and delicately- spiced songs – those familiar, those familiar-with-a-twist, and those as fresh and unweathered as our bonnie complexions – we create our own curious brand of cabaret. 

 

Interested? Dost this set your teeth on edge? Read more...
 



Tom James Photography (2010)

www.threelittlemaids.net

Go on, have a look at our website. Though this be madness, there is method in it. It's a fools paradise for retro-rebels, musical miscreants, jazz jockeys, and those who like a jolly good witticism. We are as merry as the day is long.

Come join us on our wild goose chase tomorrow night 5th November, 10.30pm at the Old Vic Pit Bar, The Cut, London.

http://www.oldvictheatre.com/

Brevity is the charm of wit, so stiffen your sinews and prepare yourselves for short shrift and hot-blooded high time.

Now dost thou understand all that? For my part, it was all Greek to me.

If you are exceedingly well read, you may notice that fine master Shakespeare has made his mark on my mind today. Oh, he dost play the fool with the Queen's English! Such stuff as dreams are made on...Et tu, Brute.

 



Boguslaw Maslak Photography (2010)

Kate Spade

 

So last night I went to Kate Spade's pop-up store in Covent Garden. Pretty cool. The Henrietta Street townhouse is usually somewhere for revellers to step down, take a break, sometimes leaving their regurgitated 2-for-1 dinners casually leaning on the lampost opposite. I was happy to see a clean sweep to the entrance hall, white floorboards and coloured stripes welcoming me into what is a rather dreamy venue.

 

Kate Spade adorned the walls and coat stands whilst the slimline beauties and bloomingdale bohemians mooched up and down the stairs to the husky waves from Californian group, The Like. I have to say Kate Spade pushes my fun button - clean lines, bright colours, and some really cute pieces. 

 

Her clutch bags. I WANT!

 



My comrade Helen and I, in her own words, 'loosened up a bit' by the end of the night, thanks to hefty glasses of fizz and barbershop-straw Long Island Iced Tea. Camilla Rutherford breezed past like a beautiful swan (love her) of Englishness. Other lithe limbs toted River Island bags, which on first glance had Marc Jacobs all over them. Sly.

We hit the retro photo booth, a couple of times in fact. 

 

Taxi driver wants to discuss if we should withdraw from the EU? Have we more to lose than gain, what with them wanting to take 6% more of our economy?

 

Hmmmm, I ponder this problem. The EU is a private members club surely? And I know that on a night out I would rather be in the comfort of an exclusive club.

 

Isn't that the same with shopping? Instead of impulse internet buying for an instant fix, I would happily flirt for hours with a clutch bag in a dapper London townhouse, only to move in for the kiss on the fifth date. Voluntary restraint. Maybe for a few more dollar. But hey.

Then I know the kiss will be good.

www.katespade.com