Tuesday, 31 August 2010


I have always been opposed to overgrown Cruella De Ville-type nails and pride myself on the neat short-and-squ-oval look....but now deep in the throws of a passionate affair with everything Mad Men, I can't take my eyes off the pillar box red and candy pink long talons of Betty Draper and Co... Am also thrilled the style has caught on, as a quick Google search informs me a Mad Men nail polish range is due out soon in the U.S. But no need to skip across the pond, any shade will do. Just sit back, relax and grow....

N.B. If you are not into the retro thing or don't watch Mad Men (blasphemy), then I have found the perfect 'summer/autumn/winter in one day' colour. Bored of coral, not ready for vamp and can't bring myself to apply Chanel's (fashion overkill) mint Nouvelle Vague, I have thankfully discovered a hidden gem. Essie's chinchilly is a pretty pale grey and works like a charm for in-between September season....

Now, onto serious matters...How to get my hands on dapper Don Draper...?

Monday, 30 August 2010


Now that I am back from pampering in Piemonte and my summer is officially over (almost) I can turn my attention to the winter wardrobe. When my eye spied the Burberry shearling jacket on the A/W 10 runway, it was heart at first sight. It thankfully wasn't long before the High Street flooded with copies . Check out Asos, Zara and Warehouse for more affordable versions. I will sadly have to pass on the Howard Hughes look though - being a diminuitive 5ft2, aviator chic is more bulk than funk on weeny me. Boohoo! Quel depression...

Sunday, 29 August 2010


My truffle dilemma was no closer to being solved this morning, and after committing major carb-icide last night at the gastronomical haven that is the hotel restaurant, I was in no mood to comb the countryside looking for a new angle. And when told that black truffle (available all year) was to white truffle what Cava is to Dom Perignon, my sloppy seconds of an idea was also shelved. But what started out as a trip to the local vineyard later in the day quickly turned into a window of opportunity...a charming family who produce Barolo had us captivated as they recounted tales of generations past and their passion for the trade...After a fabulous lunch of vitello tonnato and perfect parcels of ravioli overlooking the hills, I knew I had a fairytale of a story to tell...Off to celebrate at the spa...What are truffles compared to human interest and a vintage bottle of red?

Saturday, 28 August 2010


So what better way to escape post wedding comedown and bank holiday downpour than a weekend in Italian wine country? On the job - reviewing truffle season for work - I jumped at the chance to experience wine tasting with a small dose of spa and a large helping of sunshine. Yum. After a criminally early flight and a two hour dash from Milan airport we arrived. Perched on a hill, with vineyards as far as the eye can see, husband and I basked lazily by the hotel pool all afternoon. So far,so pretty damn good.

Now, if only I can figure out what I'm going to tell my editor after finding out truffle season doesn't start till next month and it's actually illegal to sell them until then....Merde...no, wait, wrong country..

Friday, 27 August 2010


Have to make a special dedication to Louis Vuitton. No, it's not very fashion forward, it's seasons and seasons old and has been seen on every celeb and their mother from SJP to Billie Piper - but my stole has served me well. I can't go anywhere without my leopard print security blanket. It keeps me cosy on flights, adds instant glam to ANY outfit and never ever ever lets me down. And on a cost for wear basis, it was a snip. All hail King LV.

P.S: Love, love, loving the NEW season LV, so chic, so retro, so Mad Men...

Picture source: runwaydaily.com

Thursday, 26 August 2010


One month anniversary, feels like just yesterday we were standing at the alter saying I do. As I got ready for bed last night, husband began acting strange. Not a man of many words, he launched into a monologue about how much he loves me. If he hadn't done the proposal thing already, I would have expected him to get down on one knee. As he told me to look under the bed, I waited for a dustball wrapped in a red bow, so you can imagine my shock when I found instead...an iPad. Squeals followed. I did two things instantly: downloaded iBooks to purchase Breaking Dawn, the fourth installment in the Twilight series (more on this later) and Vogue Stylist. Do I know what it does? No. Do I care? Not even a little bit. Husband is walking around with a halo today - however will I return the gift? If only there was an app for that!

Have already found it a chic YSL coat. At a very dear £920 though, my new pet will just have to freeze...

P.S: For Apple haters, here's something amusing to keep you entertained

Wednesday, 25 August 2010


It seemed like a good idea at the time, £290 for a t-shirt, yes I know it's only a t-shirt but it says MRS on it! And having just got married, I am now a MRS (plus it's embellished too)...Ten clicks and a day later, a pretty net-a-porter bag landed on my desk. Glee! I couldn't wait to get home and try it on.

But as I unwrapped the black tissue paper, dread sank in. £300 poorer and only a t-shirt to show for it, not even that great a fit, it turned out. When breaking the news to husband, matters took a turn for the worse. Husband was not pleased. Silence ensued. Net-a-Porter bag now sits back on desk, complete with signed return invoice. Sigh.