Friday, 4 May 2012
Monday, 9 April 2012
SWEATER WEATHER
I want it to be summer. I'm tired of the drizzley depressing sweater weather of London. Last week I retreated to Edinburgh and was stunned with the amazing weather. The meadows were full of students frolicking half naked, making the most of this freak incident. No sooner had I enthusiastically ditched all my winter clothes, it began to snow. No joke. Only in Scotland could it be ice cream melting sun one day, then baltic freeze-your-balls-off weather the next.
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
MIAMI VICE
Emmmm sooo when did River Island get good?! Was it hibernating over winter waiting to explode onto the scene in spring 2012?! THANKFULLY something to rescue me from the dredge that has become topshop (I love you really) and the dreary-hipster-sludge colours of Urban Outfitters where the stock only seems to change twice a year. SERIOUSLY make more clothes!! You want me to spend my money or not?!
Anyway check out the new collection, a bold mix of clashing vivid floral prints. Be careful though it's all about successfully carrying off tacky-sheek, one nudge too far and you're going to end up looking like a road accident between RiRi and the cast of TOWIE. Just remember to look in the mirror and ask yourself one question. WWCD. What Would a Chav Do? If the answer is yes, yes they would strut their lambrini drinking stuff in this wonderful acid trip of an outfit, please dear god remove something or cover yourself up and take a moment to question your life.
Yours Sincerly,
Anyone else think that this piece by Jeff Koons seems to perfectly summarize this s/s 12 trends?
If I could dress up as a giant inflatable turtle, I would.Preferably with those hotpants.
Friday, 18 November 2011
Versace for H&M
Being ill has officially turned me into an internet shopping fiend. It's about the only thing I have enough energy and concentration to undertake. Pathetically lying in bed and scrolling with one hand through the online shopping world is about the only thing I can manage.
Yesterday marked the launch of the Versace for H&M collection. Now I couldn't make it to the shops so I sat in bed poised with two computers ready to pounce on the mirage of vibrant Versace wonders. It sold out in stores within 30 minutes. Online I encountered one frustrating crash after the next. One computer failed to work completely. I cast it out disgruntledly at my seemingly ingenious plan.
Plan B: going solo. I could barely get through online. The few glorious moments that I actually managed to put something in my bag, I couldn't check out. Finally I had the one thing that I really wanted, the leopard print jacket. I literally jumped on the couch in excitement, fell off and realised that was probably my limit of physical exertion for the day. I sat myself down to reconfigure. Then the mysterious emptying and filling of my shopping bag happened. The jacket miraculously disappeared and reappeared continuously for around an hour whilst I could still not check out. Blood pressure rising I finally broke through. Then what did I do? I panic bought people, PANIC BOUGHT. I suddenly decided in my delirium that I NEEDED every single piece. I grabbed what I could and began to check out. Total: £800. Now I don't actually have that amount of money in my bank so I sadly cast most of it out. Whittling it down to a more select collection I realised it was still too much..
Screw it, I decided I would make life easier for my brothers this year and just tell them what they got me for Christmas. They were very kind by the way. So this is what I got and out of interest the less exciting black pieces sold out first, so I guess it's just as well I have a sometimes more questionable taste..
And no, I don't know what I was thinking with the pink dress. It reminds me of something you would see Barbie wearing in the 90's. The kind of thing that made me play with Ken instead. Ahh, if only my four year old self could see me now, she'd be disgusted.
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Acid in Wonderland
Dream The World Awake Details:
Nick Knight, Walter Van Beirendonck, Simon Foxton
High End:
Clockwise from top: Sam Edelman Lorissa Suede Shoes £180, Nail's Inc Connaught Square £11, Tom Binns Fauve hand-painted Swarovski crystal necklace £805, Marc by Marc Jacobs Hip To Be Square textured-leather wristlet £115, Christopher Kane Neon mini skirt £345, 'Bianca' Kurt Geiger London £395.00, Toy Watch Fluro Red Watch £130, Jil Sander Textured-leather pyramid clutch £310, Christopher Kane Laser-cut leather clutch £295, Thierry Lasry Sexxxy D-frame acetate and metal sunglasses £285.
High Street:
Clockwise from Top: ASOS Envelope Laptop Case In Faux Croc Effect
£20,
ASOS Round Colour Block Sunglasses £12, Nike Raquette Mid Trainer £55, Barry M Nail Varnish Neon Green £4.50, Butler and Wilson Skull and Crown Ring £44, DV by Dolce Vita Larena Platform £100, ASOS Fluro Skinny Belt £6, ALDO Lewi Suede Platform Court £80, Cambridge Satchel Company Exclusive To Asos 11" Pink Fluro Cracked Leather Satchel £100, Violent Lips Temporary Lip Tattoos £12, ASOS Envelope Laptop Case £20, Green Fluro False Eyelashes.
Versace for H+M: ID Magazine, Photography: Haruki Horikawa
RE-BEL BY PIERRE DEBUSSCHERE, RAHSARN AGYEMANG & JAIDEN RVA JAMES
Thursday, 3 November 2011
Wednesday, 21 September 2011
HEIRLOOM BLUES: PPQ S/S '12
PPQ S/S 2012-
Invited by my good friend/ extremely talented PR DJ man Mr Ronnie Joice. The
one who chose NOT to go to the Cavalli party because he deemed sleep too
valueable.
Somerset house played host to this season’s show. Ronnie led the way, sweeping past the long line of people scrambling to get in, stopping every few feet to greet one of his many acquaintances. As soon as we arrived we were ushered in and onto the front row. Only the best for Mr Joice. A flurry of hosts bustled around, attempting to ensure each celebrity was well looked after/ their presence documented from every angle. Among the famous were Peaches Geldolff and Pandemonia, the 7ft latex wonder.
| Pre-show mayhem |
| Ronnie Joice and Babyshamble's lovely Adam Ficek |
| Ronnie slyly swallowing some vitamin water and Adam looking generally bewildered.. |
The fury of the
photographers flash was unstoppable as more and more celebrities poured in to
take their place. Lights went down, the beat kicked in- out walked PPQ’s spring
summer ‘12 collection.
A haze of candy
coloured clad models strutted their stuff in front of us: a mesmerizing blur of
pastel, prints and quirky detail. Buttoned-up dresses and structured
lingerie-esque tops amounted to an adorably lush collection. The aspect of PPQ’S
clothing I love the most is that it’s totally wearable yet attains a solid
portion of attitude. The PPQ girl is one with an edge and plenty of humour.
The collection
was adorned in bling, PPQ embroidery, patchwork and print topped off with bold
shoes by Michael Lewis. The offbeat jeans were a collaboration between PPQ and
Lee Jeans and their gorgeously dramatic tights a collaboration between luxury hosiery label Bebaroque. PPQ’s notorious humour closed the show with their
zorro style masks and hats. Next couture costume perhaps?
The show was
more of a fashion party, one that continued far into the night.
Ronnie Joice DJ’d at the Mayfair after party, ripping some classic tunes whilst a blur of fur and silk clad guests danced their way across the floor. I of course made myself useful by making sure everyone was well watered, occasionally providing some tasteful dancing next to the decks.
| Dance floor at the Mayfair |
| Decks |
After Ronnie
was done we headed up to the penthouse for the more exclusive private party.
Pentax had set up a picture parlor in the corner and guests milled around
glamorously in variations of the Zorro masks seen in the PPQ show. I donned my
favourite and headed straight to the booth...
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| Photograph by Pentax |
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| Me and my friend Darius. Photograph by Pentax. |
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| Peaches and Pandemonia. Photograph by Pentax. |
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| Ronnie Photograph by Pentax |
The booze
inevitably ran low so we all headed to the apparently natural next location:
Playboy. Sipping on some Hoxton Gin and greeted by the lovely Salvatore
Calabrese, we met up with the rest of our crew. The Hoxton Gin was, naturally,
quickly drained. Next stop: the After After Party, Whisky Mist...
Now the rest of
that night, filled with questionable dancing and various famous faces, is under
wraps. Got to have a bit of secrecy now don’t I?
Thank you so
much again to the lovely Ronnie for inviting me, may your tunes never clear a
dance floor.
All photographs featured above, unless otherwise stated, by me.
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