sick with excitement.
As much as I’d like to act all carelessly nonchalant about the impending approach of London Fashion Week the fact is I can’t help but feel a bit sick with excitement. I really...
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'What's french toast?'
It’s only when people ask such preposterous questions as, ‘what’s french toast’ and ‘whose Steve Urkel‘ that I remember there are subtle cultural divides present between me and all these English folk. I’ll...
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I’m not too into rocking colour. I’m a grey and black sort of chick, you see. But suddenly, things are starting to change and I’m feeling drawn to, not only colour but, obnoxious...
Read More →Just call me lashes.
A bit up-close-and-personal, eh? Today I underwent a transformation of extraordinary sorts: fake lashes. No, not the type you see by the check out in the supermarket that cost 2 quid or the...
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What else can I say? I am suffering from a seriously hard core crush on pleats, purple lips and round sunglasses right now. Expect to see me decked out in all three at...
Read More →sick with excitement.
As much as I’d like to act all carelessly nonchalant about the impending approach of London Fashion Week the fact is I can’t help but feel a bit sick with excitement. I really never thought I’d be in a position to get to go to fashion week let alone get invited to shows. And while I know we all complain about what a hassle it is, what with all the e-mails, sleepless nights, stress of what to wear, inability to eat the whole week and blablablablabla… the fact of the matter is it’s actually pretty stinking cool to be a part of fashion week. So I don’t care, my secret is out. I’m excited about London Fashion Week kicking off next Friday and I actually can’t wait to share the experience with you guys. Despite the fact that my little feetsies will be in constant agony for five days straight and probably swell up to the size of a watermellon (if last year is anything to go by).
As I’m sure you already know, New York Fashion Week started yesterday and, as far as I’m concerned, Style.com is the best place to follow the news on what is taking place. When I saw these images taken by Tommy Ton yesterday on the site I couldn’t help but feel a wee little flutter in my heart because, after all, reigniting that simple anticipation and joy is what fashion should really be about.
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'What's french toast?'
It’s only when people ask such preposterous questions as, ‘what’s french toast’ and ‘whose Steve Urkel‘ that I remember there are subtle cultural divides present between me and all these English folk. I’ll let it slide though because, let’s face it, not everyone is as obsessed with sugar infused breakfasts or spent their Friday nights watching Family Matters back in the 90s. Anyway, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, the Breakfast Club is my favourite place to grab brunch in East London. With one week to go until London Fashion Week though, I’m thinking I should probably be spending my time doing something other than scoffing down ginormo portions of fried bread covered in liquified sugar? I’m afraid the Sass & Bide dress I’ve ordered is actually not going to fit (#shovesfaceshamefullyintohands). If you happen to spot me wearing it, refusing to give my jacket to the matradee, it’s because the zip will only be half way up my back.
p.s. everything in the blog shop is officially now 20% off
Wearing: Cabbages and Roses stripe slouch top and Models Own nail polish in nude beige – which I’m a little obsessed with.
Never say never?
I’m not too into rocking colour. I’m a grey and black sort of chick, you see. But suddenly, things are starting to change and I’m feeling drawn to, not only colour but, obnoxious colour. The kind that makes your eyes hurt and induces nausea if you look directly at it. Alas, these vintage bright pink babies fit the bill perfectly. Purchased from Absolute Vintage.
[in response to Daniella's post on never wearing pointy-toed heels again]
Just call me lashes.
A bit up-close-and-personal, eh? Today I underwent a transformation of extraordinary sorts: fake lashes. No, not the type you see by the check out in the supermarket that cost 2 quid or the horrendous oversized ones that Katie Price often sports… these, my friends, are lady lashes (and I swear a car nearly swerved off the road when they spotted me strutting down the street after having them applied). As you all know I’m not a beauty whizz so the appeal of going sans mascara for six weeks was extremely alluring and drove me over to Brick Lane where I underwent my treatment at the Lash Lab. An hour after arriving, all was finished, and as I slowly opened my eyes was greeted with lots of ‘oohhhhs’ and ‘ahhhhs’… followed by ‘I want some!’. A perfect success. My eyelids aren’t heavy or agitated and they feel totally natural. They look pretty natural too and, if I hadn’t blown the secret here, I could have probably kept some people guessing what the secret of my luscious lashes is for quite some time.
Thank you Kym for having me down for this complimentary treatment. Apparently I was her most difficult client to date, my eyes have a horrendous tendency to flicker when I close them… no matter how many calming thoughts I think! Thanks for sticking out the hour of eye flutters! I have nothing but positive things to say about the experience. Also, thanks to Kit and Shini for keeping me entertained while I lied like a corpse and for the lovely photos.
The Lash Lab is located at 216 Brick Lane and is by appointment only.
Pleats & purple lips.
What else can I say? I am suffering from a seriously hard core crush on pleats, purple lips and round sunglasses right now. Expect to see me decked out in all three at London Fashion Week (next week?!).
All items worn are by Next. First photo courtesy of Jill and second taken by Shini.
