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Seriously, how jealous are you?
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
The LWD
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
Brace Face
There were some amazing things about being a teenager. Braces were not one of them. But since I've elected to go through the misery of orthodontics once more in the name of vanity, I thought I'd celebrate the good times that were had in my misspent youth, too.
I trawled through my diaries from the 90s (I also put on Marilyn Manson's Antichrist Superstar to really channel that adolescent angst) to try and remember how I felt about having braces the first time around. In the two years that I was with brace, I wrote a grand total of two lines about them. One calling my dentist a dickhead for not taking them off in time for my Sweet 16th (sweet despite the profanities, presumably), and one about a boy mate of mine saying not to worry as a brace wouldn't stop me being pretty. (I'm fairly sure this was a come-on, but cute nonetheless. Incidentally, it may also be worth noting that I wrote down the merest whiff of every compliment I was ever given between 1994-2000.) Obsessive and self-involved, I seem to have been so boy crazy that braces were purely incidental in my junior nympho rampages. I like this about the old me. Please find an angry example below:
"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
Oooh Wah Wah
If you haven't been WAH-ed yet, may I suggest you sort your life out immediately.Book at topshop@wah-nails.com or nailsdone@wah-nails.com
Check out their fabulous blog here.
Tuesday, 9 March 2010
New Favourite Style Crush: Miroslava Duma
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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
Christian who?
Move over Monsieur Louboutin, there's some new kids on the block and they're fabulous enough to have you shaking in your red-soled boots.
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Secret Style Icon: Stephanie Zinone from Grease 2
Forget Rizzo, the Pink Ladies' Pink Lady will always be Stephanie Zinone; rebel, renegade and motorcycle-fancier of Grease 2 fame. In an era when a woman could be either a Jackie or a Marylin, Steph's foxy wardrobe went against the grain, favouring hip-hugging jeans and lamé cocktail numbers over full skirts and twinsets. The girl knew how to roll up a sleeve (see bottom centre), flip a collar (top right) and rock a red lip with the best of them, not to mention her Wang-esque nod to sports couture (second down on the right) and on-trend pastel Pink Ladies jacket. Swoon.Who's your movie style icon?
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Happy Friday!
I'm pretty sure that if there's one thing better than waking up on a sunny morning, it's waking up on a sunny morning to find that your blog's been given the Happy 101 award! A heartfelt thankyou to the wonderful Alison at Culture and Couture; not only is she lovely but she has impeccable taste, too ;)
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:F@#! yeah
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.
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
Picture Of The Day
Amen.On a side note, I'm predicting a shit-fit if I don't get that Ashish T-shirt for my birthday.
Picture: Vogue Italia
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