Friday, 24 December 2010


It's Christmas peoples!

Am stuck in the office. Boo!

Came across these Miu Miu shoes. In lust. Nothing like some bling to cheer me up. Yay!

Here is an ode to all things sparkly and festive (aka stuff I want):

Brian Lichtenberg dress. Sexual.
Anya Hindmarch clutch. Like candy, but no calories. Mmmm.
 Haute Hippe skirt. Jazz hands!
Chrissy Loub pumps. Sigh.

Silver boullions by Essie. The new Mink Muffs. 

P.S Check out my favourite scene from Elf! Happy holidays!

Thursday, 23 December 2010


I just came across this picture of Winona Ryder and Alessandra Ambrosia in D&G.

Proof that fashion has less to do with clothes and more to do with being tall, thin and beautiful.

Thankfully, I am blessed with two out of three.

Although lately, I'm not so sure.

I have been eating my way through winter and was especially disturbed to find a half hour workout yesterday DID NOT turn me into Gisele.

Why bother really?

Have invested in chic quilted jacket from Zara to cheer me up and hide the food baby.

Also very excited husband got tickets for The Nutcracker tonight.

Maybe skinny ballerinas will spur eating disorder.

Fingers crossed.

P.S Who else thinks Christina Aguilera and Miss Piggy were swapped at birth? (No offense, Miss Piggy)

Tuesday, 21 December 2010


To distract myself from new flat OCD last night, I put my Elle Decor down and switched the TV on.

Was very amused by Justin Timberlake acting moronic for new ad.

JT runs up the Eiffel Tower in a bowler hat with unsuspecting blonde.

THEN he makes the city lights dance - all via remote control.

This is to advertise 'Play'  - as in forward, rewind, PLAY (well, they are geniuses over at Givenchy.)

Seriously, what is going on with perfume and celebrities these days?!

Please watch Guy Ritchie's ad starring Jude Law for Dior Homme (or maybe don't, it's five minutes you'll NEVER get back)

And then there's Ryan Reynolds for Hugo Boss. Why? 

And Matthew McConaughey for Dolce & Gabanna. Was hot circa How to lose a Guy, should have been put to sleep circa Failure to Launch.

Don't even get me started on the Beckhams.

The list goes on but I will summarize for you, these ads all have one thing in common: they're shit.

Think I'll go back to my Elle Decor now.

P.S Chloe Sevigny on style: 'I'm glad I grew up during the last vestige of cool, in the Nineties, when everything wasn't blogged and on the Interwebs, when things were more on the downlow and underground.

'I guess I am stylish, but I would rather have people come up and say "I really liked your performance in this or that" than I really like the way you dress'. That irks me.'

Year, irks me too.

Anyone know what Chloe's actually starred in? Love her dress though.

P.P.S Have found the perfect present for the dumb blonde in your life. Oscar Wild clutch bag by Kate Spade.

To the outside world, she appears to be able to read.

To her, she has a cute purse to store her lipsticks and things in.

Everyone's a winner.

Friday, 17 December 2010


I have been seeking the perfect pair of gloves.

And now, I have found them.

Leather and lace, my favourite combination (other than vodka and soda).


They are from Club Monaco, which incidentally, have lots of other beautiful things too.

Like: Divine pearl necklace. Think cashmere, think pink and grey. Think happy thoughts.

Next up: Super cute fingerless gloves. Think free to use phone without typos.

Headband: Think Barbour jacket, snood, chunky knit, pleated skirt, flat knee-high boots. Think maybe I will look like her if I put this on.

Oh no, frustration has kicked in.

Just clicked on their storefinder and discovered they don't sell Club Monaco in the UK.


Quest for perfect gloves continue...

P.S Carine Roitfeld has quit French Vogue! That means there's an opening...Quel excitement!

P.P.S A cupcake headband. Just what I've always wanted. How did they know? 

P.P.P.S Heard this in Whole Foods yesterday. Stuck in head. Just sharing the love.

Thursday, 16 December 2010


I know I shouldn't love this but I do! I do!

Nicole Richie's Marchesa dress is so pretty and ballerina-like, so very now ahead of the Black Swan premiere.

Which I cannot wait for BTW!

My BFF is getting married next year (congratulations Lanoush, I love you!) and I have been looking at dress ideas for her, which has me all nostalgic about my own wedding. *sniff sniff*

I know it was only five months ago but I miss it and am thinking of organising a vow renewal of some kind in a couple of years.

Why should a girl only get one wedding?

Which MEANS, I need a dress! Yay.

Ok, so donning a puffball creation would be mildly freaky but as winter white has made a comeback (see Kate Middleton in Reiss, Gwyneth Paltrow in Pucci, Angelina Jolie in Versace...) there are so many beautiful regular dresses I could wear.

In fact, why wait really? I am eye-spying so many gorgeous whites including this stunningly simple Valentino.

P.S I never thought I'd say this but it seems there IS such a thing as too much animal print, Roberto Cavalli. Really, for £2,635, you should know better.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010


There is something strange going on in the fashion industry.

More than usual, I mean.

Now I know pre-pubescent teens make ideal mannequins and we all accept that, but there appears to be a disturbing new wave of youth attracting designers.

I finally got the chance to curl up on the sofa with the December Vogue Paris edited by
Tom Ford tonight and did a double WTF take when I saw this 23 page shoot on gift ideas, modelled by children.

I had trouble guessing these freaky kids' ages - honestly, the Balmain threw me off -  but nine or ten might be a safe bet.

These little people are just so darn little.

Stunning, yes. Playing dress up in the most dee-vine attire, yes!

But, am not exaggerating, in one shot, the kid is modelling a red Versace gown, Swarovski-encrusted Chrissy Loubs and a 20 carat Cartier bracelet.

I don't even think she's Russian.

I may be missing something, but I am having trouble understanding Tom's vision here.

Is it supposed to be ironic? Doesn't Mr Ford know fashion people don't do humour? Has he not seen Zoolander?

And what's with Willow Smith being on the cover of the Sunday Times Style magazine? 

There's an interview and everything. She's also ten, btw - and a singer.

Am I interested in the opinion of a ten-year-old?! Even if she is Will Smith's daughter. 

Er, no. 

I'm barely interested in opinions at all. Other than my own.

On the plus side, given my frame, I may be able to pass myself off as a child model. 

All I need is some couture and a music video.

Shouldn't be too difficult, as long as I make sure to dip my hair in paint and headbang.

P.S Speaking of music videos, check out the new single by Karl Lagerfeld's muse Baptiste Giabiconi... There are no words. Really. None.

Thursday, 9 December 2010


Carrying on from my new interest in men's fashion (I have a very short attention span though so I expect boredom with this will set in very soon, if not sooner) I am pleased to report The Kooples has hit our icy shores.

With shops opening on King’s Road, Carnaby Street and Selfridges there's really no excuse to be dragging a sartorially-challenged partner around with you over the holiday season.

To explain, The Kooples is a sort of androgynous his and hers store inspired by cult couples including Jane Berkin and Serge Gainsbourg etc etc.

It's super cool, super Paris and in no way reminiscent of David and Victoria Beckham.

Je cannot wait to go.

P.S On the topic of hot and French...Check out the new short film for Dior..(If you have eight minutes to spare)..It's the final installment from Marion Cotillard (sad face) and Natalie Portman will be taking over for the next campaign...It's kind of weird but whatever, she's amazing...

Tuesday, 7 December 2010


I'm not usually that interested in men's fashion.

But after lots of pleading from husband, I finally watched (half of) Wall Street for the first time on Friday and have come to four new conclusions about life:

1) Michael Douglas is hot.
2) Every male banker I know blatantly watched this film and wanted, but failed, to be Gordon Gekko - lucky for them considering the ending tbh.
3) Lunch is for wimps.
4) Men really should wear suspenders more often.

For tips on how to recreate this sexy look, it helps if you actually are Gordon Gekko.

Given the unlikelihood of this, I believe Chuck Bass from Gossip Girl (but NOT Andre 3000) also wears it well, with a cool, modern twist.

Having said all that, I am now quite keen to invest in a pair myself...of suspenders, that is.

P.S After going to birthday party as Little Red Riding Hood costume last month (see previous post), some big movie person must have eyed me from across the room and used me as their source of inspiration....

I must say, I never really saw myself as Amanda Seyfried but who am I to argue with Hollywood?

Thursday, 2 December 2010


So here are is my top ten can't get through the winter without (in no particular order):

1) Earmuffs. Ok, I may resemble an eight-year old but they are the warmest thing ever and completely acceptable for sub-zero temperatures. Just remember to remove before you get to work or you WILL look like a twat.

2) The Snowman. Classic. But was a bit suspect come to think about it: big giant kidnaps little boy in the middle of the night after smoking pipe. Not sure that would fly these days to be honest. No pun intended.

3) Mulled wine. You can't feel the cold after a while. Or your face eventually.

4) George Michael. Could carry a cool Christmas tune before DUI and occupying public lavatories.

5) The gym. I know I'm only basing it on two sessions so far but I SWEAR I feel better already. The steam room/ sauna made me feel like a new person. Have yet to try a work out.

6) Fur. Sorry PETA.

7) Puzzles. Hours of entertainment and great fun, especially if you don't like people.

8) Winter Wonderland. Also goes fabulously with no3 followed by a roller coaster followed by a hot dog and more no3. Followed by Alka Seltzer.

9) Wrapping paper. For all the presents I am getting myself.

10) Husband. He keeps me warm and cosy and can reach the higher shelves...

P.S Once bitten and twice shy...GM could do with taking his own advice.

Wednesday, 1 December 2010


Thankfully, it's not my ineptitude but a major blackberry problem that means I can't save any more pictures onto my phone. Boo!

But I did find out name of the artist who created my dream headboard. And a detail of it on Google images.

Helen Amy Murray is her name and she does very pretty things with furniture.

Am loving these chairs par example:

Clearly, her £12,000 bed creation is not really an option (though I am Secret-ing it) but my interior designer friend says we can maybe copy it for a fraction of the cost.

Of course, that could have just been her way of shutting me up after spending three hours with me looking at homewares, which if I'm honest is enough to send most people a little bit over the edge...

P.S I am super happy it's the 1st of December, my favourite month of the year.

It's a time for friends, family and giving.

But way more importantly, consumer consumption kicks into overdrive and it's practically illegal not to shop!

Just doing my bit for the economy.

Oh, AND you get lots of cool Christmas songs while you do it too....I'm skipping already...

Tuesday, 30 November 2010


These are a few of my favourite things (today):

1) I heart this Roberto Cavalli coat (£1,425,

How cute is the belt?

2) Just in time for Christmas travels and perfect for dealing with those annoying security people. Yay! (Anya Hindmarch, £120)

3) Skinny red leather pants? Should hate, but love. See Elle for how to wear. (Joseph do a good pair for £595)

4) Lesson from Burberry:

Chunky knit + cinched-in waist = instant style update

5) I spotted the turban comeback during fashion week. Now look at Kylie. Urban Outiftters have their own leather version for £60.

But I want that one:

6) Love lace. LOVE Blake Lively. This woman can do NO wrong.

7) This woman, however, CAN.

It starts off so well....(Please bear in mind the arctic temperatures)

Trapper hat: tick. Loose grey sweatshirt: tick. Skinny combats: tick.  Rolled up with orange stilettos: Why, Cheryl? Why? Seriously, why?

Monday, 29 November 2010


Thanks to my previous party season entry, a friend informed me that the sequin French Connection dress I was after was still being sold in Selfridges.


So, I went in yesterday and tried it on, pleased to report it did indeed look as good as I hoped but disgruntled husband insisted I pin the rather revealing slash down the middle.

The sacrifices one has to make in marriage!

And actually, it appears I am rather thick too cos I just found it on the FC website, which would have saved me the trip entirely. Could have sworn it wasn't there last week?!

Anyway, so Selfridges has this annoying rule (trading laws apparently) where you can't actually purchase anything until midday on Sundays.

But they still let you in an hour beforehand to browse and be tortured.

I had to just wait for like half an hour, which of course led me to pick up other things while I was there, including a rather fabulous black crochet snood and 2010 hot pink Smythson diary.

Those department store people are so clever.

My shop hop ended in Harrods, where I fell in love.

With a £12,000 headboard.

It's so beautiful, I want to be buried with it when I die.

I even took a picture with my phone but due to my ineptitude, it didn't save.

Am going back tomorrow for more drooling so will hopefully have photographic evidence.

Maybe if I forgo all other furniture, I can have it.

Sofas are so last season anyway.

I am off to the gym now. Have joined to fit into above dress.

P.S Look at these Lady Gaga My Little Pony toys.

Well, we DO need more positive role models for little girls... 

Friday, 26 November 2010


As party season approaches, I am  faced with a whole new host of wardrobe dilemmas that I can't be bothered for.

Enter LBD.

I had my eye on black a sequin mini dress from French Connection ( long sleeves, v-neck back and front, very Serena Van Der Woodsen) but stupidly decided against spontaneous purchase and it's now gone.

Last time I do that.

Not sure what to get instead but wanting to take a leaf out of Olivia 'The City' Palermo's style bible.

She looked so cute at the Glamour Awards in a Douglas Hannant dress and fabulous accessories.

(Note leaopard-print skinny belt please.)

I also LOVE this Jason Wu lace dress, which I would look super in.

(No, modesty is not one of my strong points).

In the meantime, I am going furniture shopping this weekend. It's all very exciting.

But as I am partial to a splash or ten of animal print, husband is coming along to rein me in.

So 'we don't end up with a Taxidermist's wet dream instead of a living room' apparently.

And I'm thinking of getting a dog (real not stuffed).

Or maybe a hat. A hat isn't as high maintenance and is much more versatile.

It's not like you can dye a dog to match your outfit... Can you?

P.S And the award for most airbrushed picture on the planet goes to....

Tuesday, 23 November 2010


Not sure if you have noticed, but I have been on brief sabbatical.

I won't bore you with the details of my fabulous Grand Prix fun (even though I really really want to).

All I'll say is after a rather eventful holiday, I am back on sartorial form (and begging husband to start training as a racing driver. So far my pleas are being ignored.)

And what better time to return than the Lanvin for H&M launch today?

Ok, I admit to being a hypocrite as I constantly mock these faux-laborations and the ridiculous hysteria they generate.

But today, curiosity got the better of me.

And having an H&M branch 30 seconds away from my office helps too.

It was all suprisingly civilised.

I was given a colour-coded wrist band which corresponded to a time slot two hours later, so when I returned at the allocated time, they just let me in without having to queue.

Gosh I love Kensington.

I have to say the dresses were a bit too 'attack of the wrapping-paper' for me, but I did pick up two adorable embellished t-shirts and a friggin cool zebra-print trench coat.

They will come in very handy when I'm an F1 Wag.

P.S I cannot wait for the Vogue Paris December edition, edited by Tom Ford. He's dreamy. Even if he did put a 15-year-old on the cover. Yes, she's so young, she hasn't grown eyebrows yet.

Monday, 8 November 2010


So my Little Red Riding Hood outfit went down well on Friday night at letter L-themed party.

I even had my own basket handbag and everything.

The only problem was without it, in a cape, black corset and red skirt, I was apparently unidentifiable.

Who are you? I was asked by a lumberjack.

I put the hood on and smiled.

Lumberjack blank stares: naughty nurse? The devil? Supergirl?

Erm, none of those begin with L, I said.

More blank stares. I picked up my basket and showed it to him.

But you're not blonde? He said

Astute, these lumberjacks.

Since when was LRRH blonde anyway?

So I spent the whole night carrying the wicker thing around.

Now have an arm ache. And considering dying my hair.

In other news, am delighted with Liverpool's result yesterday.

Husband has been awfully depressed with their poor performance. In his excited frenzy, he agreed to buy me a present after every victory!

That way, you see, it's a win-win situation.

Thank you to clever friend for suggesting the proposition.

Am now a keen supporter of the reds and bear and I are very grateful to Fernando Torres (and clever friend) for new Missoni scarf.

YNWA (as long as husband keeps up his end of the bargain).

P.S How ah-mazing did Kylie look on the X-factor Sunday night? Sexy Mark Fast red dress. Killer Chrissy Loub spiked stilettos.

All good things DO come in small packages.  Yay.

Friday, 5 November 2010


How dull life becomes when one has to exercise self-restraint.

No shopping, no eating. I have officially lost the will to live.

Luckily the dressing-up season has provided me with a clever loophole.

Costume buying provides the same satisfaction as retail therapy, but results in none of the angry lectures from anyone (read husband).

So after my successful cat ensemble last week (read lots of leather), I am tonight attending a birthday with the letter L as the theme.

Lady Godiva? Ladybird? Little Mermaid? Anyone from Little Britain?

The possibilities are surprisingly endless.

Suggestions from my friends so far have been: shove a pillow up your top and go as 'late', smear powder across your face, carry a bottle of vodka and go as Lindsay Lohan, wear stripper shoes and perform a 'lapdance'.

While all very helpful offerings, I decided to deviate from the above.

I popped into the carnival store in Olympia (am quickly becoming their best customer) and settled on Little Red Riding Hood.

I think the look perfectly compliments my little girl butter-wouldn't-melt hair.

My, what impeccable taste I have...

P.S Ah-mazing old Chanel ad for inspiration

Thursday, 4 November 2010


Word on the catwalk is that crimping is back.

Wow. Major 90s flashback.

I started blow-drying my hair when I was about 12.

An early starter I know but it was either that or continue to scare the children in my class with my Medusa-like locks.

Anyway, I remember buying a Babyliss straightener that also doubled as crimper.

In my desperate attempt to copy all my favourite TV characters, I ended up scaring adults too.

So I think this is one retro trend I will definitely not be revisiting. At least not until Next Halloween.

But Amber Le Bon does look kind of cute.

P.S Other 90's (and 80s) stuff that spring to mind: LA Gear trainers, Babysitters Club, fluorescent clothes, slap bracelets, jelly sandals, ponytails on the side, Alf, Troll dolls, Duck Hunt, and OMG remember these?!

Wednesday, 3 November 2010


If you don't fancy paying £1,320 for this Dsquared jacket, (although frankly, why the hell not?) all you need to do is the following:

1) Take one black tuxedo blazer.

2) Set your pet on the right sleeve. If you do not have a pet, borrow one from a friend.

3) Glue some cable sweets from the pic n mix counter to your arm.

Congratulations, you are officially a fashion victim.

P.S On a more serious note, I have found a very perfect cushion to go with my Christmas tree Balmain dress. £40 from Heal's.

And I thought decorating would be hard...

P.P.S. It's all very well in theory.

Lanvin designer, highly effective PR offensive, 6ft amazonian models and an army of stylists.

In reality, it's still H&M for God's sakes.

I AM looooving the cinematography though.