Tuesday, 30 November 2010
Saturday, 27 November 2010
Friday, 26 November 2010
Military jacket: Stella McCartney Kids
Thursday, 25 November 2010
Anthony Burrill Poster: Soma Gallery
Wednesday, 24 November 2010
Studded lips clutch: Lulu Guinness
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
The Golden Age of Formula 1 book: Amazon
Monday, 22 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Dapper and Dapperer...
Friday, 12 November 2010
The Boy's brief: Shopping
Justin picks: Miami Barbie goes looking for a good time
I'm pretty sure by this point the briefs were already being ignored and he was too busy having a jolly old time dressing me up like a budget drag queen. I’m shocked how he can take things that I actually like and turn them into an outfit that is quite so hideous. I look like I should be giving twenty quid hand jobs. Evidently, a look I should be aspiring to according to my other half. Note to self: Start worrying. Start worrying A LOT.
At this stage in the experiment, the backlash begins:
(Justin, disdainfully) “I’m seeing a lot of clothes I didn’t even realise you owned.” (Me, in head) "Shit."
“Can we make your boobs look a bit...you know, bigger? Don’t you have a push-up bra?” I’ve created a bloody monster. Coupled with an inability to distinguish tops from dresses, a seriously worrying penchant for coloured bras poking out from everything and a determination to pair it all with the same pair of over-the-knee boots, it dawns on me that my hypothesis is being proved and that I don't like it one little bit.
The Boy's brief: Dressed-up dinner
Justin picks: Dressed up like a dog's dinner
This is one of my favourite cocktail dresses and it has been ruined, RUINED, for me. Why blue bandage sandals, you may ask? Why a bra in a completely different shade of blue? Why a coloured bra AT ALL? *Bangs head against wall.*
On a more positive note, I liked the choice of bag, the fact that he tried to define my waist with a belt and that he was going for different coloured shoes for a more quirky finish. A+ for effort.
The Boy's brief: Work
Justin picks: Working the pole
There are many things that come to mind with this ensemble. Eurotrash. WAGs. Laurence Llewelyn Bowen. And there's definitely more than a hint of Nancy Dell’Olio in there somewhere. But he tried to match my shoes to my nails and bra(!) - a creative use of colour that broke up the monochrome a bit so that's something at least. But I still look like a hot mess.
Total score: 9/ 20 - Definite room for improvement. But I guess he'd say the same thing to me.
Conclusion: Hypothesis proved to be correct. Justin hates me and all my clothes. I should've guessed, really. When I first hoodwinked him into going out with me, I was dressed in a string vest and too-tight jeans and had hair extensions down to my (rather orange) ass. Mind you, when I first met him he had a diamond stud in his ear and wore sunglasses indoors. Some things change for the better...
Tuesday, 9 November 2010
Saturday, 6 November 2010
Monday, 1 November 2010
If only there were more of me. More feet, more shoes...