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Sunday, 1 May 2011

10 reasons I idolise Bianca Jagger

#1 She is bang tidy with ultimate timeless style, I very much doubt she regrets anything she has ever, ever worn.

#2 She pulled off the 'whole foreign girl in a sea of 'English roses' look' with sheer confidence in the 70's

#3 She kept that surname. 'Jagger'- If I marry and divorce anyone with a surname I prefer then hell yeah I will keep it. It's like the ex-girlfriend's rights to hoody's apres break-up except on a legal level..

#4 She was friends with Mr. Warhol chilling in Studio 54 and the factory with him

#5 She has her own human rights foundation and is demonstrably active in her endeavours after her political science academic background. Beauty & brains.

#6 She rode a white horse into Studio 54!!!!!!

#7 She drank champers out the bottle and smoked in the limo on her Wedding day; and still looks this amazing. (Possibly my favourite iconic pap shot of the 70's)

#8 She's a taurean, her birthday is 3 days before mine, therefore 2 days before Audrey Hepburn. So wish her a Happy Birthday tomorrow!! (May 2nd)

#9 She didn't let her failed acting career take away from her confidence or what she succeeded at

#10 Did I mention she is TIMELESS.

Monday, 21 March 2011

Australia mate.

I'm going to pick this up a year later from a whole new angle.
I'm going to Australia, oh in just 78 days!!
And I want to document the build up and the travels, from a slightly fashion angle,
so far what am I packing?
Converse and skinny jeans, not very me but they're totally.. 'practical',
on top of that before going I want a tattoo on my rib cage that says 'Mr. Tambourine man', meaningful and sentimental, and will save a whole load of accessory space in my luggage.

I'm going to Sydney to start of the summer.

However I can see my first travel blog entailing the visitors I see in Dubai airport- i've eight hours to scope two categories- religious dressing and extremely-rich-head-to-toe-designer-clad-middle-aged-women..

Oh I am excited..

Here's a little snap of Sydney, yino to make y'all jealous..

Thursday, 11 March 2010

Fear of the unknown.

I'm sure i've spoken about how worked up I get about going back home for a night out, knowing everyone and fearing they're ripping your outfit decision to shreds behind your back is not a nice feeling. Well knowing absolutely noone where your going out can be just as scary.

You have one shot, one outfit to prove to an entire city what you're all about. Will you play it safe? Go extreme? Blend in? So many questions that no amount of time will help answer.

I'm going out in Glasgow a week on Saturday, and i've never been out in Glasgow. And I know the kind of places we're going, I just don't know the point I want to get across.

It's so strange because my outfit confidence was at an all time high, yet my decision making for this trip is at an all time low. My flatmate suggested it being all about the accessories. But i've never really been an accessories kind of girl..

I think in these situations it's best to pick the foudations for the outfit in a form of one confident piece that always makes you feel good and one piece that expresses you perfectly. For example based on this theory I would pick lace leggings(they always make me feel confident) and my sequin jacket from Topshop(because I adore Rosie Huntington Whiteley and it's the same as hers...) but then what... tan or no tan. Tan makes me look better, but it's not like me to be so maintenancey. Fringe down or to the side, heels or no heels. So many things to answer.

BUT... after those foundations are in place it does make the rest come together quite swimmingly.


Friday, 26 February 2010

Going underground-

When you’re as excitable as me then your first time on the frequent mentioned London underground is unattainably ‘hypering’. I just wanted to turn to strangers sitting next to me and explain my jittery leg was all that excitement condensed to one part of my body and why I was so excited and really ask them all about theire exciting London lives...
However in reality I had to use Vogue magazine as a medicine to control the situation.
Condensing everything I want to say about three days in London into one blog is ridiculous. The city screams fashion. I’ll try though:
Bloomers. Yeah those pant, trouser silly looking things worn under three year olds dresses- they are the fashion word en ce moment!! From a diluted black pair from Westwood’s ‘anglomania’- yeah VIVIENNE doing an understated version of something(uber hot!) to the utterly amazing romper suit version for spring/summer Jaeger. I don’t even think words or pictures will do this piece justice. If I could have any piece for this season I would have that, and Jaeger has upped itself in my mind. After the beautiful London fashion weekend presenter also wore a jawdroppingly stunning top by them, it became apparent that I think I have a bit of a crush on the brand...
Sticking with brands and designers I must admit my aim in London was to see and touch a Halston heritage piece. The Grazia article had me drooling at the the thought. It was amazing. Lengthy seventies styles that were sewn and stitched with such obvious care. In block colours and dare I say heavy fabrics that would sit just perfectly. I’d like to thank Harrods for that fix, and for living up to my expectations. I found Harrods every bit as perfect as described(even if it is a COMPLETE maze). The staff were friendly, not on a patronising level but on the customers level, whoever he/she may be. A long conversation with a ‘Benefit’ assistant had her envying my £1.99 Savers nails, while a D&G assistant even let me take a picture of the display! Back to style however on a more vintage level, HELLO V&A!
The V&A is where I want to live. Seriously.. so how convenient that the building should also house my wedding dress. Unlikely as it is that my flaky self shall make that commitment, it would be worth it to wear the most beautiful dress in all creation! I can’t even put a picture up because you wouldn’t understand it, so I suggest everyone gets a ticket to London and if you do one thing get the tube to South Kensington and go to the V&A- it’s the Madeleine Vionnet 1933 dress.
What else did I learn at the V&A... ooh a Biba, 1970's floral suit is totally being copied in denim by H&M this season and who knew Phoebe Philo was English!

I’m going to have to sleep on it and remember all the other exciting things about the city but the main thing I remember right now... the availability of Krispy kremes & Camden band boys!

Monday, 22 February 2010

"Fuck it for Chris"

Love it or hate it, you've watched it.
And to be quite honest- those who claim to hate it are just protecting their own wannabe 'Skins' like status.
It's British youth culture at it's best and that means the fashion is both a reflection and an influence.
Topshop chic done alternatively through cheapy Newlook pieces and charity shop finds; this sums up the girls.
Effy, in my opinion, single handedly mainstremed the Lanvin 'more is more' catwalk necklace approach-

The show aims to show youth for what it is, it is not patronising and it's real and raw. Sheer fabrics and tiny shorts, boys wandering around parties with their torsos out and often more. This tv show has you questioning what next, and has youths at a standstill for fashion inspiration: whether they want to admit it, or not.
Boys would you really have started to wear Topman's surf shorts to parties with fluorescent sunnies if you hadn't seen Chris do it?

Monday, 23 November 2009

Good ole Victorian jealousy

I stand corrected, whilst publicly apologising to Victoria Beckham for quick remarks I did not bear enough knowledge to make; also to myself for the upheaval of information to and from the opinions section in my brain.

I, In my younger teen days, internally criticized Victoria for what I made assumptions were 'chav' like ensembles by a plastic who knew nothing.
Victoria, if let loose on me at this stage, could have and SHOULD have made far worse and more deserved insults.

I now am more than a little in love with this woman- not because she's changed because I really don't think she has. It is because I have changed- i've gathered confidence and realisation that the media can portray and image as chalk to the person's cheese, also there are grey areas in style; it is not a case of having good style or bad style.

Regardless of that previous statement Victoria Beckham does have good style. A smart girl who has grown up all over again since the beginning of her media attention. She has now reached the sophisticated young lady level in the style stakes.

The first inclination of change towards my opinion of Mrs. Beckham was her British Vogue appearance in April 2008.

As I tore the wrapper from the magazine, I double took and shoved it in my mum's face in order to quiz who she thought this covergirl may be because I had sheer disbelief that my idolic glossy was capable of such a rookie mistake. My mum's answer aired hope on ths situation with her mistaking the image for a favoured model of mine, making my blood cool. Until my mum's naivety to sense this pressing matter at hand caused her straight after to point out those big pink letters that spelled Victoria's name.
After I carelessly flipped pages to search not for the usual interesting story but justification and excuse for Vogue to do such a thing.

The article not only excused Beckham's cover presence but sparked a respect which has grew ever since. A link on Twitter more recently showed an interview with the Brit in America, it became that moment, like when you are in a relationship and the young fellow does something utterly silly and defining and you get that first urge to utter "I love you"...

Most recently Harper's Bazaar has only furthered these feelings with an article showing others' love for Victoria with the likes of Manolo Blahnik, Domenico Dolce AND Stefano Gabbana contributing.

This article is my favourite piece on Victoria because I see myself in it. Here is the point where I commend that age old mum wisdom and say she was right again. "Girls who don't like you are only jealous". Victoria, I guess it was jealousy.

Tuesday, 17 November 2009

Final fantasy: fashion?

Have you ever noticed that cartoons for little girls are all very fantasy compared to the practicality of those aimed at boys.
I'd like to suggest this be the reason that women's fashion on the whole is much more inventive and impractical than our male couterparts'.
An example- Bob the builder, Postman Pat and Fireman Sam all represent available, normal careers a boy could grow up and have as opposed to Angelina ballerina, the little princess and my little pony.
The fantasy is predominant in the "careers", colours and basic concept of all the girly cartoons.

These fantasies instilled in little girls do not make for good, or rather, available career choices. So this fantasy needs an output: what better way than style!

The designer John Galliano who designs for Dior is my idea of perfect fantasy fashion. His haute couture show for Dior ss 07 brought back that kid in a sweety shop feeling as I viewed on glossy magazine pages the colours, cut, details... EVERYTHING was breathtakingly perfect. It was a collection that represents that grey area where fashion meets art. Beauty.

Another amazingly fantasy fulfilling, futuristic, artistic, architectural and inspiring designer is Hussein Chalayan- but for very different reasons to Galliano. Hussein is extremely influenced through architecture and his fantasy edge comes through completely in his individual shapes in muted tones. These beautiful, albeit unwearable, designs that lead to thought and utter awestruck silence. The beauty lies in how indescribably beautiful his pieces truly are.

Fashion, true fashion, is fantasy. An unreachable other world that is their to admire, generate thought and bring back a little girl outlook to life.