Friday, 6 September 2013

Moshi, moshi, moshi

I am every advertiser's dream.

I spotted this Lauren Moshi top on Sarah Jessica Parker today and was like, I want it.

It's a U.S brand but thankfully can be bought via Farfetch, phew.

Silver surfer

No1 item on my winter wishlist: a metallic silver skirt.

Like this cute Zimmermann one fresh off the NY catwalk today.

I am stalking a version online.

Stay posted for my findings.

Thursday, 5 September 2013

Palermo perfection

New York Fashion Week kicked off today and as usual, I can't wait to see what Olivia Palermo is wearing.

This girl is kind of like car crash TV, because you keep wondering if she will ever put a sartorial foot wrong - and she never does.

How? Hooooow?

I want.


Givenchy. Amanda Seyfried. Disney. 

An obvious combination.

Seriously, there is something going on with this sweater.

I heart it.

And I don't care if that handbag is made of Bambi's mother, I heart it too. 

Pre-order now here.

Ceci n'est pas une stiletto

Q: When is a shoe not a shoe?

A: When it's a Dior A/W 2013 clutch.

We want this piece of arm candy in our lives.

If we have to explain why, and by we, I mean me, and by explain, I mean making the case to the  husband CFO, we will say, because it's a Warhol shoe design and that's art and you can't put a price on art, cos art is, like, an investment.

That is all.

Tuesday, 3 September 2013

All up in my Grillz

Katy Perry promotes her new single Roar, saving millions in advertising
There are rules in life.

Like, where Rihanna goes, one must follow.

Except Chris Brown. He just went to jail.

Anyway, this Grillz business. Rihanna is into it.

I'm not sure about it.

But seeing as all the celebrities are doing it, I must at least consider it, you know, as a study of the evolution of pop culture and all that.

In theory. it's kind of weird and unattractive.

But actually, I think I might like it a little bit.

Making a statement, less permanent than a tattoo and not as tacky  wishy-washy as nail art.

Wonder if Claire's Accessories do their own version.

Thoughts? Anybody?

This isn't me, this is Rihanna

P.S I think we should all pay tribute to the Grillz icon, the man, the legend, the metal mouth who started it all: Jaws from James Bond.

The resurrection of blog (plus one)

So it's been two years a while since my last post.

Would you believe me If I said I've been on sabbatical in the Himalayas, studying spirituality and tings (sic) with monk-type people?

No, me neither.

I have actually dropped off the fashion face of the earth - it seems quitting your job and having a baby will do that to you.

Let's be honest, who wants to read Vogue even at the most food poisoning-y of times let alone when they are about to explode?

But the GOOD news is, I now have my own mini-me to shop for.

He is littler than me and will be for a good few years, maybe longer with the help of high heels.

This means he has to do and wear what I say - even if that involves recreating the Dolce & Gabbana Bambino Winter 2014 ad campaign in my living room.

I don't take this sartorial responsibility lightly and recognise I have been out of the game for a long time.

But alas, it's time to burn my leggings and get back to the business of fashion.

To prove how committed I am, I have started exercising. Yes, it is that serious.

I keep telling my trainer I would rather be in labour than work out.

He thinks I'm joking.

I'm really not.