Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Maybe it's because I've never been a brunette, but I like to think of the LWD as the sartorial equivalent of 'blondes have more fun'. I don't know about you but I'd much rather be Marilyn in that iconic halterdress than Audrey in that simple black shift. I realise it's borderline heresy for a fashion writer to dismiss black (blame it on the good weather), but let's look at the uplifting evidence shall we? Has there ever been a more fabulous fashion girl than Carrie Bradshaw? She knew (or rather Patricia Field did) that white would pack a serious punch in the opening scene of the SATC movie, so much so that she's chosen another LWD (Halston Heritage) in the posters for the sequel. Cher Horowitz knew a thing or two about dressing to impress too - first date? Little (very little) white dress. Says who? Er, Calvin Klein.
It's the LBD's hotter younger sister but still so often gets dismissed in favour of its perennially practical sibling. Ok, so black is slimming, chic and hides the odd merlot stain on a night out goes with everything, but white evokes sex appeal in a much flirtier way. It winks at you while black thinks you owe it something. It has impromptu picnics while black goes on pretentious dates in stuffy restaurants. It says coquettish rather than chic and approachable over imperious - a touch virginal but not in a Wendy-Darling-in-her-nightgown kind of way. Unless you are, actually, out and about in your scanties but then that says something altogether different about you. I'm looking at you Fay Wray.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
"Spent most of today doing work and trying to hide hickie from parents. I'm fucked off. One minute T is all over me and acting all lovely and the next he's being a twat. HE'S REALLY PISSING ME OFF. I mean, I still fancy the pants off him cos he's sooooooooo fit but I'm beginning to remember why I always said I'd never go out with boys the same age as me. They are ANNOYINGLY IMMATURE. (unlike moi, a paragon of maturity at 15). One more incident and I'll have a go at him. He's gonna respect me, whether he likes it or not. Men. At least I have everyone else. (I'm pretty sure I was three-timing this poor sod) And retail therapy. I might be seeing A tomorrow. Oh, and I was going to go to Heatham (rock club) and I was gonna get hold of D and piss off G. But now I'm not cos I'm FUCKING NOT ALLOWED by my scabby parents. Even though I've been slogging away since term began. I WANT MY SHOES. I WANT D. I WANT RESPECT."
Every initial I've used is a boy's name. I don't even remember who these people were. It's almost enough to scare me into not having children of my own. Or at the very least, to not send them to single-sex schools as this seems to be the rather distasteful result. On the plus side, braces didn't seem to hamper my confidence at 15 so I really shouldn't let them do so now.
*Clarissa Explains It All-style moment.*
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
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Tuesday, 9 March 2010
When I was but a young London College of Fashion student there was an impossibly pretty, petite Turkish girl on my course. On the first day, whilst everyone else was quivering in their Primark, she rocked up with a Chloe Paddington (before they became the ubiquitous pleather fake you see now), a Rolex Daytona and some too-cool-for-school Ray-Bans. I crushed on her hard through the whole course; gawping at her never-ending shoe collection and effortless ability to put immaculate outfits together. Everyone knows That Girl; the one who makes you want to run home and cry into your piles of wardrobe tat. So spare a thought for those that know Miroslava Duma - 25 year old (ugh) editor at Russian Harper's Bazaar. Perfect hair, perfect tan and more Birkins than you could shake an Amex at, she makes me tearful at the gross injustice in the world. What's Russian for I want a sugar daddy?
Pictures from various sources including Garance Dore, The Sartorialist and Jak & Jil.
Monday, 8 March 2010
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Who's your movie style icon?
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Apparently the drill is that I list 10 things that make me happy and then tag 10 blogs to do the same. Lovely stuff.
*Warning* The following is my most narcissistic post yet. Obvious contenders can be found here, here and here.
I tag these wonderful ladies:
Mummy always told me that it wasn't proper for a lady to swear. I'm pretty sure that if she'd had these badass rings, she would've changed her tune pretty quick.