Hashtag Totes Amaze

Things that worry me about the following videos...

1. That I hear and/ or say at least 3 of these sentences on a daily basis.

2. That my Karen Walker Number One tortoiseshell sunglasses look better on him than me.

3. That this makes me want to ask the Pierre Hermé or Ladurée/ heels or flats/ Essie or OPI/ Karl Lagerfeld or Daphne Guinness question almost constantly.

Prize for best line? "She kept calling it RodART." Cue disgusted face. All together now: obSESSED! 

Quote Of The Day

Tumblr A wise person once told me...

Fearlessness is no bad thing.

5 Things To Be Excited About

It's the middle of January; not the most cheerful of times. Luckily, things to look forward to right now are ten a penny. Here are my 5 faves...

1. Meadham Kirchhoff Nail Rock wraps

As if the Meadham Kirchhoff boys didn't bring enough joy into the world with their SS12 collection, now the sugary, so-kitsch-it-hurts nail wraps from their show are going into production and being sold at Topshop from Feb 8th. For me, this alone is a reason to get up in the mornings.

2. Bill Cunningham New York - The Film

It's always good to be ahead of the curve, but not quite as satisfying if nobody knows you were. So I'm shamelessly linking to when I reported about Bill Cunningham New York the first time around, nearly a year ago. Hashtag smug face. Anyway, the film, documenting the life and adventures of the godfather of street style snaps (Scott who?) is finally making it to our fair shores on March 16th. Hooray!

3. New faces at London Fashion Week this season

Being a die-hard Moschino fan, I was overjoyed when I heard that Cheap & Chic will be showing at LFW this season. Let's hope Rossella Jardini throws caution to the wind and recreates a wilder ode to Franco's 'Waist of Money' collection. McQ and Stella are also joining in the fun. Quite the trio. 

4. Ladurée make-up - Autumn

Face powder pressed into rose petals? Unabashed Marie Antoinette styling? Enough pink to give you diabetes? GIMME!

5. New season wardrobe!

A guaranteed way to beat the January blues? No, it's not getting your endorphins on at the gym (as if), but glorious piles of more stuff. Topping my wish list at the moment are Ash's wedge trainers, Current/Elliott's mint leopard-print jeans and Maria Francesca Pepe's pearl and stud ring. 

And one for luck... a TV prequel to Sex & The City, The Carrie Diaries, has just been confirmed. AND it's set in 80s Manhattan. Score.

What are you excited about at the moment?

In Good Company

I know, I know. I've been seriously AWOL of late. But I am still alive - see below clipping from Company as proof.

It's no great bombshell that The Boy has certain, er, reservations about various items in my wardrobe. This just immortalises it in print. It also reminds me of my favourite ever post, the one where he styled me up for 5 different occasions. If you haven't read it and fancy a little giggle, you can find it here. 

We've since had stern words.

This is the reason I will never stop reading Teen Vogue...

Kitsch rockabilly editorials steal my heart. 

P.S. Would do bad things to get my hands on that pink metallic leather biker jacket.

2011: The Year That Was

As is tradition, I've spent the last three days scrabbling together memories from a mind like Swiss cheese introspectively dissecting the past year with a view to making the next one even better. It's hard. But I've tried to learn the lessons, count my blessings and expand my mind - although by the look of these pictures, the only thing I've truly been intent on expanding is my waistline. Food, as always, played a major role in my 2011, with meals at Dinner by Heston and St John, as well as an embarrassingly prolific number of afternoon teas at Sketch. Fashion, too, was a constant source of income, woe and giddy delight in equal measure. 2011 was also a year of the New. New York twice and also a new face, once. I had major jaw surgery in August and my braces removed last month - hence why you now have the dubious pleasure of seeing my toothy, village-idiot grin in nearly every photograph. Making up for lost time and two years of me moodily refusing to smile properly for the camera. Paris was also on the agenda, as were wonderful trips to Cornwall and Cambridge with The Boy. I irritatingly turned 27, grew up a bit (and I stress a bit) and spent far too much money. I didn't learn French, move out or sew that missing button onto my trench. Still, there's always 2012. Bring it on!