Friday, 27 January 2012

Childrens Lifestyle






Remember when we were children? And being young meant meeting your friends in the playground after school? Or going to the park for ice cream with your parents? Maybe it even meant playing with your skipping rope in the garden, or baking cupcakes with your older sister.

Well now, look at the children you walk past on the street. Baby teenagers. Makeup, heels, handbags and boucy blow drys, is this what we wanted?

I'm in the process of creating a new lifestyle magazine for children which will underline the importance of a healthy, happy childhood. It will include recipes, activites to do with friends and family, and will exaggerate the natural childhood ideals we have all forgotten.

If you have thoughts, ideas, contributions, please let me know!

Friday, 20 January 2012

My Chanel No.5




I remember it as if it were yesterday. I was six years old, it was a Saturday night. I was crouching at the top of the stairs, hiding behind the banisters overlooking the entrance hall. It was my treat, to be allowed to stay up past my bedtime and watch the dinner party guests of my parents arrive. The men wore their suits and ties, a uniform of tailoring. The women, my mother’s friends, were visions in the richest colours I’d ever seen. Burgundies, emeralds, aubergines, midnight blues and jet blacks came through my front door one by one, each escorted by a suited arm, carrying a beaded evening bag over one wrist, a bouquet of flowers in the other arm. I used to sit and listen to the feminine giggles; the masculine laughs, to the pop of champagne corks, and wonder what they were talking about, when I would be old enough to join them.

I suppose it was my first glimpse into the world I’m still fascinated by, a six year olds impression of what a fashion show was. It was a parade of perfection, one woman after the other, each swathed in luxurious materials, in velvet and silk and embellishment. These women were to me, the most beautiful creatures I’d ever seen.

However, this show was not the only reason I remained awake. It was the sound of my mother’s heeled shoes I listened for, tiptoeing up the stairs after she had served canapés, thinking I was fast asleep, stepping delicately into my bedroom so as not to wake me. She would lean over my bed, envelop me into her soft, velvet covered arms and whisper “good night, darling” into my ear and kiss my cheek. The sweet, sophisticated scent of Chanel No.5 filled the air around me, and lulled me even after she had gone back downstairs, because I knew I was safe with her nearby, and would be forever. It was only then that I could fall asleep.

Yesterday morning, my mother sprayed No.5 across her neck and wrists before she left for work. She kissed my cheek, and wished me a nice day.

I felt six years old, and safe, again.

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Bubbles Baby





To completely contradict my last post 'Money Matters', this little entry is a tribute to the love of my life. Or should I say, the loves of my life. Moet Chandon, Tattinger, Bollinger, Laurent Perrier, Dom Perignon, I love anything expensive and bubbly. Or just bubbly. Pass me a glass?

Money Matters





So, the truth of the matter is this. I am a spendaholic. Part time shopaholic, part time foodaholic, full time irresponsible spendaholic. So that's that.

I'm used to living life in the red, dodging bank statements and bills, lying to Mum and Dad "yes I'm fine for money don't worry about me", as well as living in blissful ignorance of my own bank balances. However, at the age of twenty-one, I can't help but feel it's time to draw the line. Well, I say "I feel", what I mean is "my mum feels". But she's right, obviously.

So. Next term at uni is going to be a strict budget operation. £40 a week is plenty I know, some weeks food will take priority, some weeks it will be Champagne, other weeks it will have to be a new outfit. But nonetheless, I intend to prove to myself that I can do this. After all, life in the negatives is no fun. It's just damn scary.

This should be fun.

Friday, 13 January 2012

Heavy Metal





Toughen up fashion. I'm loving metals, metallics, studs, and anything else that's going to turn heads.

Paper Dreams, Honey






It started out as a shoot to promote jewelry in L'Officiel magazine. And look what happened. Fashion at its best, captivating, unique, creative and completely beautiful. Can we be blamed for not noticing the jewelry AT ALL? No. I'm going to place blame with the fantastical artists/designers: Alexandra Zaharova & Ilya Plotnikov.

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

The 50s Housewife




So a lot of women want a career. A lot of women preach that we are the most powerful generation of women yet. A lot of women quote casual relationships are empowering. A lot of women are quick to critice and dismiss the women of the fifties.

So, I would like a career, but I won't let it dictate my life. I don't think we're the most powerful generation of women yet, but I do think we're getting smarter. I don't think casual relationships are empowering, I think women use them as an excuse for feminism. And finally, I cannot take anyone who thinks the women of the fifties were anything less than fabulous seriously.

Women of 2012 will criticise me for saying this in black and white, but I don't see why we should abandon traditional gender roles yet still expect a man to carry our shopping, to fix the fuse, or replace a car tyre. I'd love to see the modern feminist take on both gender roles, congratualtions and respect to any of them who do. For any woman reading this who is a feminist, I'm happy for you and I support you, but don't criticise the women who don't want the same things as you.

Sorry in advance!

Glitter Kisses





Too much? Not enough? Want want want.

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Highest Heights



Someone get me a pair of these fierce things.


The power of the shoe. The power of the heel. Confidence, assertiveness, empowerment, all of these come from a fabulous shoe. Strut in heels, make the pavement your own personal catwalk.

A Palette of Pastels

Excuse me while I copy the pink skinnies and spearmint platforms.






Fashion's new passion. And mine. SS'12 presents a beautiful array of washed pastels, lemon yellows, spearmint blues, mint greens and violet purples. Yes please.

Friday, 6 January 2012

Eugenio Recuenco





A stunning set of photographs by Eugenio Receuenco. Gothic fairytales, with a fashion edge.

Fashion Fairytales



We all know that fashion is a beautiful, fantastical world, with surreal heroines and damned villains, but a recent trend has sparked - a combination of illustration, design and literate content, we welcome the era of the Fashion Fairytale. I received Christian Lacroix's Tale of Sleeping Beauty for my 21st birthday, "To Princess Lucy", from my Mama, and I have been flicking through it ever since. I can't wait to get my hands on Viktor and Rolf's Fairytales, and Manolo Blahnik's Tale of the Shoemaker and the Elves. If you see my boyfriend, drop a few hints for me. Enjoy!