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Friday, 29 October 2010
Do you ever think that you have seen the perfect item only to finally come to the realisation, after trawling the shops and internet, that you have probably invented it and it exists in no other place than the recesses of your mind?
But then, even worse, you realise that it does exist, this dream item, the thing that will go with everything, for every occassion, will complete you, will bring you the purest form of joy, but it is Louis Vuitton and so will never, ever be yours. I'm on a part time wage for God's sake! WHYYYYYYYY?!?
Hmmm, great start to the weekend. Gah!
There is something disturbing going on on the streets. Girls (attractive young girls, who have no visible reason for loathing themselves) seem to be punishing themselves with the modern day equivalent of the hair shirt by adorning themselves with a short (see above) and a shapeless, hideous sweater (see below).
I am seeing them everywhere. Little short shorts, thick tights and goddamned shapeless fisherman's sweaters tucked into them.
Let me stress this in the strongest possible terms. There are only three ways that the fisherman's sweater is acceptable.
1. On a cat. You know how I feel about an animal in an outfit...
2. On Robert Pattinson. I'm not a squealing teen but he's just so terribly pretty...
3. On an actual fisherman. Coz, you know, the answer is in the question.
No caveats, no exceptions, no excuses.
Thursday, 28 October 2010
Do you know what I hate?
People walking very slowly in front of you!
Well, yes, but what I meant was...
People who eat loudly!
Again, correct, but...
People who nearly plough into you because they are looking at a small screen in their hand!
Well, obviously, of course I hate them, but this is a fashion blog and this therefore has something to do with fashion...
People who can't walk in heels!
OK, very funny, but enough's enough...
People who wear leggings in place of trousers!
OK, I admit it, there are quite a few things I hate. But what is occuring to me right this second that I hate is when slebs start wearing things straight off the catwalk.
OK, so maybe it doesn't come up there with genocide and Bono in terms of utter hatefulness, but it still rankles.
And for these reasons:
It reminds me that I don't get invited to fashion shows.
It is totally seasonally maladjusted. Let's enjoy wool, shall we? Before we have to start having a dalliance with chiffon.
It is just a bit show-offy, isn't it? Look what I've got 6 months before it is available in the shops.
I just want another reason to be angry, clearly.
Miss Blake Lively, however, might have cured me off my wrath. Coz she just looks so very, very pretty in her very, very pretty Lanvin dress.
Now, what else can I be annoyed about instead...?
Wednesday, 27 October 2010
(Via Kurt Geiger)
Have you ever been in a shop and tried on shoes only to find that only one of them seems to exist in the shop? No? Well that exact thing happened to me yesterday. Gah!
I was in pretty urgent need of some cheering up and so I thought NEW SHOES! Obviously.
For some reason these tickled my fancy. But they only had one shoe in my size. Which is probably just as well, because I am not at all sure about the grey strip at the bottom. I heard a couple of girls comment on how hideous the bottom was, and while the shoe is lovely in every other way, terribly comfortable and good with both skirts and trousers, I think I might be inclined to agree that the grey spoils them. I was willing to be swayed, colluded, but I chose to see the absence of the other bootie as a sign to leave it well alone myself.
I also tried on these bad boys
(Via All Saints)
Sheesh! The very definition of directional, no? And they looked so f'in awesome on. My legs looked better than in any other pair of shoes. But dear God they are uncomfortable. I was in excruting amounts of pain within about 30 seconds of having them on my hoofs. And how exactly you are meant to walk in them is quite beyond me.
It is slightly perverse that despite these fairly fundamental flaws I still kind of want them.
I am terribly late to the party, I know, but I finally made it to the Selfridges Shoe Gallery. And yowza! Ain't that just the treatiest treat?
It is so nicely set out. And in the designer section the staff are so lovely and not snooty at all.
Which is just what is going to persuade me that spending 300 knicker on a pair of shoes is an awfully good idea.
I have my eye on a lovely pair by Camilla Skovgaard.
I have decided that the tan cross body box bag is painfully ubiquitous and so therefore not for me. You know me and not wanting to be part of the great unwashed. I know! I'm a snob. I apologise, but it's not going to change.
So I was thinking colour instead. And just as I was thinking it this little beauty leapt into my eyeline.
Isn't it divine? The colour is so beautiful. Like the deepest red a leaf could turn in autumn. And the size and shape are good.
(Via LK Bennett)
The only drawback?
It is even more expensive than the Russell & Bromley one. And that's in the sale. Ack!
Friday, 22 October 2010
I have been wanting a new pair of specs for some time. I've had mine for nearly four years, which surely must be a record. And due to the lack of care with which I have been treating them (consciously or unconciously I couldn't possibly comment) they are quite scratched. So now I also need a new pair.
I love the pair I have. Big and boxy. But you know me, I'm flighty, I like to mix it up. What I really want are a pair like these Oliver Peoples:
Not in pink. With my colouring I don't need any more pink about my face. But the rounded shape I love. I was in a glasses shop trying on something similar and the assistant frowned and shook her head, as if to say, with your round face, are you nuts?
The Ray Ban ones at the top are great, but are they too similar to what I already have?
And then there are these by Ralph Lauren. I have always loved that 60s look, but could I carry them off? They are quite masculine, aren't they?
And these are by Cutler and Gross, but I think they might just be a bit boring?
(Via The Independent)
I might need some advice.
Thursday, 21 October 2010
I have not been well. I spent most of last night bringing up my dinner. I didn't sleep much. This is possibly an explanation for why I am looking at something from Swaraovksi and for the first time actually thinking it is quite nice.
I am clearly feverish, aren't I?
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
OK, so I'm going about my business in muted, neutral tones, like an self-respecting fashion fan at the moment and BAM! I start desiring something else. And not just something that veers slightly from my chosen path, but the very bloody opposite.
I am craving a red lace dress.
SAY WHAT?! I hear you cry. And I cry it in unison. Where the hell did this come from? Lace? Me? Really? And red? On a nail? Naturally. On a lip? But of course. But a whole outfit? Hmmm.
But I can't get it out of my head. Where can I track one down? And would someone mind throwing a fabulous party so I could wear it...?
I love this dress. The shape. The pattern. The colour.
And I know nothing of Joules.
But I'm slightly put off buying from them, lovely as this dress is, when they also sell things like this:
These items are what my fashion nightmares are made of. Oh, and Uggs. Obviously.
(Image via Polyvore)
These tights are super 80s, aren't they? They make me think of Melanie Griffith in Working Girl. And I've never viewed her as being a particular influence on my look.
I'm still finding them quite appealing though. In an inexplicable way.
Unlike the lacy tights that seem to be decorating the legs of London's young ladies so that they look like they have a terrible skin disease. Not cute. Surely.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
So, when did fur become ok?
I don't know if it was the same when you were at school, but admitting that you were considering wearing fur was tantamount to social death, applicable immediately. It just wasn't the done thing. And we were all horrified by the death of little animals for the sake of clothes. We shopped in Body Shop and appreciated Peta campaigns and felt political. Under no circumstance did we consider fur. No one did except the matrons of Park Avenue and people in Italian Vogue, and we scorned them.
When I was a student I happened upon a delicious white fur hat in a vintage shop. It was terribly Audrey Hepburn and terribly tiny. To the chagrin of a couple of other shoppers it fit my bijoux little head perfectly. And it was awfully soft and lovely. And it was vintage and I wasn't having an affect on the current fur trade. It didn't really count, did it?
But now fur is becoming infinitely more popular and people aren't flinching about it is the same way. It doesn't have the same stigma. The popularity of fake fur takes the attention off whether or not we are cool with the real stuff. And while it is both warm and glamourous and part of me wants to get involved I'm just not sure I am quite ready to throw away all my schoolgirl idealism and jump atop the furry bandwagon.
Friday, 15 October 2010
On another Donna Karan note...
These leggings? Aaarrrrggghhhhh!!! They are so amazing I want to pass clean away! I just need to be about a foot taller and a few dress sizes smaller and add a coupla figures to my salary and then they would be perfect for me...
Too much to ask?!