Werewolf's & Black Poppies

Chictopia and Lookbook have become online bibles for me, subtly indicating by way of hypes and hearts whether an outfit I sport is good or not. It means that hopefully I wont leave the house from now on in something questionable. I'm a fan of sparkles and eclectic things, but according to the websites I mentioned, a simple chic blazer with jeans is the way to make a mark these days. I just hope the curly locks dont start to overshadow the looks. But anyway, the fashion life online pleases my nights, and keeps me occupied until the weekend arrives. Speaking of which, I'm off to bed now, thoroughly looking forward to a day with my dearest friend Constance. We're going to laze in the sunshine on the top of the hills, reading tea stained books from the charity shop and dressing up in glorious frocks. No doubt some pictures will come. Hope everyone else is well. x

The Wonky Side Of Life

I forgot to mention the extra curricular activity that took place at the weekend. Music has always been a staple sound in my life, and even though my genre choices have been debatable in the past, I usually consider myself as having a good ear for what’s new and attractive on the dancefloor. So I put my calling to use, with a 2 hour DJ set at ‘Wonky’ in Bristol. It’s billed as a club ‘for homos who hate hard house’, attracting an array of different sort of people with backgrounds all contrasting, but not conflicting in the slightest. Albeit a bit wobbly at the start, I soon became one with Wonky, playing songs that tickled the tap shoes of the dancers below. Girls Aloud, followed by Patrick Wolf, moving swiftly on to Ladytron. And the mixtape went on!

Battle Of The Designers

In the recent edition of French Vogue, there's page after page of designer's staple looks of the moment, glorified by some of the fiercest models that strut us by. Daria Werbowy personifies wild youth in Burberry, with her hair branched out into the funky slouched clothes. Natasha Poly brings Louis Vuitton to life with a fabulously awkward pose that puts emphasise on the striking heels that we'd all step out of the way in fear and admiration of. I'm a bohemian romantic for Missoni, with ethnic colours and attention to detail that always knits a special place in my heart. Anja shows how Versace is the queen of the high fashion dancefloor, with sparkling electric colours and high degrees of sex appeal. John Galliano is the king of quirky, always rivalling Alexander McQueen's concepts, both in his collections and runway concepts. And finally, I love Nina Ricci's 'Alice In Wonderland' fantasy that comes with her indulgent red dress. To summarise, I always find it near to impossible to decide which designer my fashion heart belongs to...! I guess I'll just have to fall in love with them all.

Tiger Mountain Peasant

I usually save all of my best clothes and looks for the evenings when me and my friends hit the bars to drink and play. But recently I’ve tried to change the casual tramp style that would colour code my day. So while I might not wear sequins and eclectic designs in the afternoon, I like to think I’m starting to dress more presentably for the neighbours & co

Mystery & Minimalism

While I usually like more dramatic and daring concepts on the runway, I can't help but fall in love with Chanel's classical 2009 Couture collection. It's laced with elegance and all that's expected from Karl Lagerfeld. As he was quoted saying, 'what could be more mythical than a Chanel jacket and Number 5 perfume?' And I couldn't agree more. Pure and innocent white silhouettes are mirrored with veiled faces, with material embroidered and enriched in crystals. The light dresses drape down so mysteriously that they almost vanish and become shadows. Even the black outfits retain the staple Chanel concept, with sharp white crystals piercing through underneath. The makeup and styling serves as an extension of the clothes, with the hair gloriously swirling and melting into the garments, making the model a real part of the collection.

Rebel Prince

I mentioned a Toni & Guy shoot I did many moons ago. And I've finally received a few of the photos which excited me like a kid at christmas. I wish my hair could be so delicately wind swept and sophisticated as this more regularly. Bed hair doesn't quite compare.Many thanks to the talented stylists Simon Cook and Jim Shaw for creating this scene

Living Online

So I've been back in The Shire for almost a month now, and a job is still without me. It's quite a surreal existence not having a student loan anymore. I find myself contemplating walking 5 miles to friends' houses, and even drinking tap water at the local pub quiz. But thankfully my time online has been a littler richer and extravagant. I'm currently writing a piece on Hungarian designer Dora Mojzes for Prim Magazine. She's a gothic couture queen, and I'm enjoying the dark fantasy that her clothes have to offer. I'll be sure to post the published item when it hits shops next month. But I do tell a lie, as there was one occassion recently where I scurried up some money to go out and dance around. My prima donna of fashion, Connie Phillips, turned 22 yesterday, and we hired out 'The Woods' in Bristol for such a doo. I wore my John Galliano top with ultimate pride for the first time, with Connie adopting a grungy chic feel.