Monday, October 31, 2011
SHOOT 2 KILL
Sorry for the quiet weekend, I haven't really had time to sleep let alone blog which is sad. So let's rewind to Thursday, I bought that amazing Zara coat. I wore it to the Nylon shoot on Friday with my pumpkin t-shirt and Fred Perry shorts and I think my green DM shoes. The Nylon shoot was cool, Bella Howard was the photographer and she is a complete babe, and all the people were babes too and it was all sixties and very London. The best thing about it was all the lovely friends I made including my secret KRUSH Jo from that Vice 'Girl Meets Food' blog who was doing all the interviews. We bonded over Christina Aguilera's fall from grace, and mutual love of The Rizzle Kicks (...). I also found my one true love Marvin Scott Jarrett who just happens to be the editor of Nylon but like I don't even notice that because we're such good friends and we just talk about really normal stuff like how's my mom and what hair gel he uses. Then the next morning Gabriel filmed his music video and I totally had a cameo asleep in bed which is hilarious. WHo's excited to see the video?! And the Nylon shoot?! And for HALLOWEEN tonight?!?!?!
Thursday, October 27, 2011
RIP IT UP
Today I'm wearing this delicately ripped jumper (...), a thrifted dress, that rainbow top from Oxfam, fishnets, my spiky DM's, a Viv West bag and a mega cosy Vivienne Westwood blanket coat thing. I got all dressed up because I thought I was going to assist on a Nylon shoot today but it turns out I'm working on it tomorrow instead. Idiot. So everyone in my class at school better appreciate the shortness of this skirt. I will blog whatever I can from the actual shoot tomorrow, which will probably only be like a fruitbowl and the outside of the studio door. HOW FUN! Also I am having a Mini Roll for breakfast, what a delish treat. My hips don't lie. x
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
COAT FRENZY!
Buying a winter coat is the hardest thing. Forget essays and souffles, nothing is more difficult or terrifying than committing yourself to something you have wear everyday for the next 6 months. The most successful coat I ever bought was a See By Chloe black cape I fell in love with in Galleries Lafayette and visited on a weekly basis for little heart skips of joy and sadness. That coat was pretty much my lover. When I bought it (all 365 euros of it, lived on baguettes and apple puree for a month) the shop assistants congratulated me on finally plucking up the courage. I remember putting it on for the first time outside a Mcdonalds on Rue Rivoli and feeling like a new (poor) woman. I wore that cape for 2 years without ever looking lustfully at another coat, and it still hangs proudly in my wardrobe with pockets full of crumbly tissues and burst cigarettes.
But times changed, I grew tired of it's lack of sleeves. I felt let down by it's reluctance to work with trousers or long skirts. The cape became an old friend and I needed a new love interest. And so the grey Hobbs NW3 coat entered my life (a little big on the shoulders, always looks better on other people) and the navy Paul and Joe Sister navy peacoat which makes me feel like a smartly dressed street urchin. Then, when it got really cold, I bought a big old sheepskin which makes me look homeless and broad but will remain in my closet forever because, like a reliable husband, it keeps my safe and dry in times of need. Still though, I feel an insatiable desire for a new coat. But what am I looking for? I have a vague idea, something long, dark and heavy. Something narrow but boyish which can fit lots of layers underneath without giving me ham arms. Something classic, generous, handsome, interesting, funny, kind. Oh wait. And every so often I panic, maybe there's no coat out there for me! Maybe I'm destined to spend my winters in not-quite-right parkas and duffels with cheap plastic buttons. Or worse still, maybe it's not the coat, maybe it's ME. What's so horribly wrong with me that I can't find a winter coat that's willing to commit to more than a fling! But now we have to shake ourselves, have a cappuccino and remember that there are coats out there which will love and take care of you no matter what your hair looks like when you wake up. And if you don't believe me, check out these hunks. I mean examples.
1.Sandro
2. Whistles
3. Zara
4. Ummm...
But times changed, I grew tired of it's lack of sleeves. I felt let down by it's reluctance to work with trousers or long skirts. The cape became an old friend and I needed a new love interest. And so the grey Hobbs NW3 coat entered my life (a little big on the shoulders, always looks better on other people) and the navy Paul and Joe Sister navy peacoat which makes me feel like a smartly dressed street urchin. Then, when it got really cold, I bought a big old sheepskin which makes me look homeless and broad but will remain in my closet forever because, like a reliable husband, it keeps my safe and dry in times of need. Still though, I feel an insatiable desire for a new coat. But what am I looking for? I have a vague idea, something long, dark and heavy. Something narrow but boyish which can fit lots of layers underneath without giving me ham arms. Something classic, generous, handsome, interesting, funny, kind. Oh wait. And every so often I panic, maybe there's no coat out there for me! Maybe I'm destined to spend my winters in not-quite-right parkas and duffels with cheap plastic buttons. Or worse still, maybe it's not the coat, maybe it's ME. What's so horribly wrong with me that I can't find a winter coat that's willing to commit to more than a fling! But now we have to shake ourselves, have a cappuccino and remember that there are coats out there which will love and take care of you no matter what your hair looks like when you wake up. And if you don't believe me, check out these hunks. I mean examples.
1.Sandro
4. Ummm...
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
NOW YOU DON'T
Today I'm wearing a thrifted men's Missoni jumper, a thrifted shirt, Topshop trousers and my super spesh Russell and Bromley shoes from Francesca. My feet look TINY x
Monday, October 24, 2011
PURR KITTY PURRRRR
Not a huge fan of Opening Ceremony ever really BUT I am intensely enamoured by the kitty shirt and this red suit x
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
DELICIOUS!
Today I have a ridiculous pimple but I want to show you some more pictures of these shoes because I've been wearing them for a scary amount of hours and climbed into bed wearing them because I don't want to take them off because they're so delicious. TASTY. Also this is genuine 'boyfriend' jumper, which by it's size I am guessing is a 'boyfriend's ex girlfriend' jumper - rules on this?
Thursday, October 20, 2011
LAYERING BY NUMBERS
I'm going to the Spector show tonight which is literally 7 minutes from my flat but the horrid bitter cold means I have piled on multiple layers to increase body heat and also give the impression of obesity/pregancy/frumpiness (three of my fave looks!). I'm wearing a jumper I stole from my mother, over an Acne shirt, over a Meadham Kirchhoff for Topshop long sleeve top, over a thrifted dress, with black tights, grey socks and new beautiful boots from Russell and Bromley. Oh and a coat. And a hat and a scarf. Obviously. Do you like my crouching in the first picture? I think it's very high fashion, strike a pose dahling x
(And finally this is me trying and failing to fit into a picture.. I'm sure you get the idea.)
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
BABES INTERNATIONALE
I had such a FASH FILLED DAY! Instead of reading even one thing for school (COOL!) I went to Polly's and shot a thing for Super Super's next issue. Then, instead of going home to do the reading which I should of been doing all day (REBELLIOUS), I went to a screening of the next two Fashion Week Internationale episodes at the VICE office. The films are actually so good, like oh my god can I stop watching but I can't stop watching and Jesus Christ that silicone implant is not going to fit in her.. oh.. oh wait.. yup.. The first one is up on Vice and I would seriously recommend you check it out, if only to marvel at the cheekbones of the megababe presenter.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
DAPPER SLAPPER
So not only did Francesca and I get busy in Russell and Bromley, she also gave me (!!!!) these WILD See By Chloe boots. If you read my blog fairly regularly you will know the extent to which I rely on the other pair of See By Chloe boots which Francesca gave me. Those poor blighters get used more regularly than Miley Cyrus's nostrils, and are in equal threat of collapse. I am beyond excited to work these flappy little creatures into my winter wardrobe and relieve some of the strain on my other pair. Don't they look like a Proenza school-uniform shoe? Don't you just want to squeeeeze them? I DO. I'M GOING TO RIGHT NOW!
MUSHPIT LAUNCH!!!
I have been working on a GURLZ MAG with my rad flatmate Charlotte and it's finally finished and we're launching it at The Alibi and I'm SO EXCITED. If you're in London on November 23rd come and check it out! XX
LITTLE BEASTS
So the impeccably stylish Francesca and I had a bit of a binge in Russell and Bromley yesterday resulting in what I have appropriately christened my 'Cruellas' (sure they're actually leopard print but you know what WATCH ME CARE). I imagine these shoes were dreamed up by Cruella and Patrick Bateman's secret lovechild who went to Eton and now roams the streets of London and New York looking for acceptance, and puppies. Yes I will be channeling that look when I wear them. No I won't be creeping up behind you with an ax. Unless you don't like Whitney Houston. x
Friday, October 14, 2011
SPEEDY
Haven't done one of these in a while. Topshop trousers, See By Chloe boots, Whistles jumper, Tse coat. It's Friday, THANK GOD xx
Thursday, October 13, 2011
HALLOWEEN
OMG gurlz Halloween is in less than two weeks and I still haven't come up with a costume that is equal parts COOL/CHILL/SLUTTY. I'm freaking out!?! I have written a short guide to finding the perfect Halloween costume 4 U. Enjoy!
Option 1. Get your gurls together and go as Heather Heather Heather and Veronica. What could be kooler than dressing as the babes from your fave cult fashun chick flick which is like so not Clueless because Clueless is like totally obvious. Ugh. You can each have a prop (copy of Moby Dick, cheerleader costume and a bottle of sleeping pills, monacle, whatever) and can mince around calling people Heather and spewing soundbites like "well fuck me gently with a chainsaw" and "what's your damage". Plusses: COOL/CHILL/SLUTTY all bases are covered. Problems: the clothes are really, really, ugly. Sorry but I don't want to dress like I fell into the downstairs of Topshop covered in Superglue. Also people will inevitably assume you're doing Clueless just really badly with no plaid. Also, unless you have a Christian Slater look-a-like to pick you up on his Harley WHAT IS THE POINT.
Option 2. The 'animal' costume. Okay so I'm not talking black cat because we all know that girls who dress as black cats for Halloween should be rounded up and shot. Never fear animal lovers, it is possible to go as an animal and not come across as someone who's had a lobotomy, but there are strict guidelines. You either go as a topical animal (panda baby, immigrant cat ....), a fashun-forward animal (this season: Dalmatian) or a PLAYBOY BUNNY. Not a playboy bunny. A playboy bunny would be hilarious though. Plusses: CHILL/POTENTIALLY SLUTTY. Problems: I mean come on it's really boring. Whatever you choose please remember: Kigu's are never okay.
Option 3. Ophelia. Classic way to look pretty and dead and a bit goth but mostly pretty. I went as Ophelia two years ago you know, it was whatever. It's kind of like the less offensive black cat these days. If you're tempted by this I would recommend going as a sexy Steve Jobs, just to get you out of your comfort zone. Plusses: SLUTTY (kinda), COOL (kinda but totally not), CHILL (boring). Problems: yawn. Why don't you try going as Heidi Montag instead, similar levels of insanity.
Option 4. This remains the best Halloween costume I have ever seen. Adnan Ghalib aka Britney's 5 minute man. Oversized beanie hats off to you Sam.
Option 1. Get your gurls together and go as Heather Heather Heather and Veronica. What could be kooler than dressing as the babes from your fave cult fashun chick flick which is like so not Clueless because Clueless is like totally obvious. Ugh. You can each have a prop (copy of Moby Dick, cheerleader costume and a bottle of sleeping pills, monacle, whatever) and can mince around calling people Heather and spewing soundbites like "well fuck me gently with a chainsaw" and "what's your damage". Plusses: COOL/CHILL/SLUTTY all bases are covered. Problems: the clothes are really, really, ugly. Sorry but I don't want to dress like I fell into the downstairs of Topshop covered in Superglue. Also people will inevitably assume you're doing Clueless just really badly with no plaid. Also, unless you have a Christian Slater look-a-like to pick you up on his Harley WHAT IS THE POINT.
Option 2. The 'animal' costume. Okay so I'm not talking black cat because we all know that girls who dress as black cats for Halloween should be rounded up and shot. Never fear animal lovers, it is possible to go as an animal and not come across as someone who's had a lobotomy, but there are strict guidelines. You either go as a topical animal (panda baby, immigrant cat ....), a fashun-forward animal (this season: Dalmatian) or a PLAYBOY BUNNY. Not a playboy bunny. A playboy bunny would be hilarious though. Plusses: CHILL/POTENTIALLY SLUTTY. Problems: I mean come on it's really boring. Whatever you choose please remember: Kigu's are never okay.
Option 3. Ophelia. Classic way to look pretty and dead and a bit goth but mostly pretty. I went as Ophelia two years ago you know, it was whatever. It's kind of like the less offensive black cat these days. If you're tempted by this I would recommend going as a sexy Steve Jobs, just to get you out of your comfort zone. Plusses: SLUTTY (kinda), COOL (kinda but totally not), CHILL (boring). Problems: yawn. Why don't you try going as Heidi Montag instead, similar levels of insanity.
Option 4. This remains the best Halloween costume I have ever seen. Adnan Ghalib aka Britney's 5 minute man. Oversized beanie hats off to you Sam.
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