Monday, 28 February 2011


The Oscars are the one night where there is no such thing as too much.

That said, I was molto disappointed this year.

It wasn't that anyone looked bad, more that I didn't go wow. Not even once. Not even at Mila Kunis wearing my favourite Elie Saab dress from the couture collection.. She needed more bling, more jazz, more fanfare..just more.

Natalie Portman in Rodarte. Followed all the rules, did no wrong looked cute with the bump. Zzzzzzzzzz.

Halle Berry in Marchesa. Everyone's best dressed. Bit too here-comes-the-bride for me.

Gwyneth. Looked stunning in Calvin Klein but was more Grammy's than Oscars.

Cate Blanchett in Givenchy is turning out to be the Marmite of the event - either loved or hated. It works but is slightly TOO young and is it me or does she look identical to January Jones?
Penelope Cruz in L'Wren Scott. Post-baby figure looks amaze, but seriously, you just had a child. Put em away love!

Amy Adams in L'Wren Scott . Opposite problem. Was expecting great things from her. Love the slit at the back and the fab colour, not into the high neckline.

Nicole Kidman in Dior. Have just given up on her entirely.

Scarlett Johanson in D&G. No.

Sandra Bullock in Vera Wang. Nice enough dress but could have done with hair down or bling to freshen things up.

Anne Hathaway in Valentino. Red strapless on the red carpet. Original

Hilary Swank in Gucci. Ok, whatever.

Celine Dion in Armani, who looks like she has been wrapped in jelly and is about to be mummfied.

Helen Mirren in Viv Westwood. Just love her and wish she was my grandmother, my boss or my great aunt.

Florence Welsh in vintage Valentino. Some girls are cool no matter what they wear cos they just don't care.

I thought Matthew McConaughey's other half Camila Alves looked rather fab in Kaufman Franco.

Which brings us on to Reese Witherspoon. Simple, elegant, monochrome Armani. Have no explanation for this, and yet, for some reason, she is my favourite of the night.

P.S Kate Beckinsale was my best dressed at the Vanity Fair after party

P.P.S If it were me, and I had my pick these would be my two options. A girl can dream....

This Elie Saab
 or this Elie Saab
+ these blinging things (Sigh, palpitations, hissy fit to husband)

Thursday, 24 February 2011


I am taking a break from fashion today because I just need to say that I hate Gwyneth Paltrow.

And when I say hate, yes, I mean 'am jealous of'.

Ok, so she may be stick-thin and unattractive to men according to some, but WHO CARES?

When I'm 38, and have had two kids (touch wood) I'd be pretty darn pleased with a bod like that. Hell, I'd be pleased with it right now!

The question is do I want to give up food forever and work out for two hours a day, six times a week?

Hmmm....Anyone know a good surgeon?!

Seriously *mouth full of brownie*...Anyone?!

Wednesday, 23 February 2011


London's so over....It's time for la bella Italia.

First stop: Gucci.

All virtual of course, I am not really at Milan Fashion Week, I am in rainy, gloomy London. But with all this live steaming business, I can at least pretend to be.

The Seventies-inspired show was all drama, fur and jewels and I lurved it.

I think I am going to buy me a hat this weekend.
Layer it up
Cup of teal?
P.S Due to my inability to stop blogging, I have created a sister site which features images only - of what basically can be described as stuff I like. In case you're not sick of me already, you can visit it here.

Tuesday, 22 February 2011


So I clearly learned nothing over the weekend and decided to hotfoot it to Kensington Gardens in six inch heels for the Burberry show yesterday.

Bad, bad move. Especially as my ticket was standing.

Highly embarrassing walk back to the office involved several instances of tripping on the street and also in Whole Foods (where I discovered my debit card was still in the handbag I used the night before, cue putting everything back and dire mortification).

But none of that matters because for the duration of the show, I forgot all my pains.

I'm not sure if it was the spectacular sight of the front row two feet away from me (Anna Wintour, Kate Bosworth, Mario Testino, Rachel Bilson, Alexa Chung, Stella Tennant....) or the stunning fox fur coat I spied on the catwalk.

But the combination of fashion and celebrity left me in a heady daze for the rest of the day.

Also, the goods are available to buy online for a few weeks. That means you can get your hands on next winter's stuff - now!

Oh Christopher Bailey, the temptation is killing me....

Art of the trench

White out
Black panther

I don't care if it's for men, I WANT it anyway
Clever Burberry people can make anything happen

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Monday, 21 February 2011


Having attended a few events over the weekend, I have compiled a top ten of how to handle Fashion Week:

1. Do NOT make eye contact with anyone you don't know. Unless you are famous.

2. Do NOT attempt to make conversation with the person sitting next to you. Unless you are famous.

3. Try and sit in the first two rows, you don't count as a person if you are further back and more importantly, you will not get a goody bag.

4. Have a plan if you have time to kill between shows, otherwise you might end up in some random Pizza Express in Bloomsbury surrounded by screaming kids while you desperately stare at the clock and wonder how it has only been thirty seconds since the last time you checked. I'm just saying.

5. Don't layer, no matter how cold it is outside or you will look like a bag lady and strain several muscles under the weight of all your stuff.

6. A mobile phone is a MUST. I repeat a Must. No one standing alone would be caught dead at a show without typing away frantically on their Blackberry/Iphone. It's the law.

7. If you have a child, bring it along. Fashion and kids are HUGE this year.

8. Alone in Victoria after dark + fur coat + mini skirt + high heels = No no.

9. Be prepared to stand in line. For long periods of time. Indefinitely. Maybe even forever.

10. Try not to drink too much. Your mate Shaniqua might convince you it's a great idea to pose on the red carpet after the paps are gone while people shake their head and whisper 'who let THEM in'?

Ok, here comes the fashion bit. My favourites from Matthew Williamson:
I desperately need a winter coat for next year. Please God let it be this one
Fringe benefits!
Maxi-dress + Brights + metallic belt = perfect summer dress
And Temperley was amaze, despite the one hour delay:

Sheer perfection
Biker + floor-length + stripes: Sophisticated cool
Going for gold
P.S So it really is true, dogs aren't just for Christmas...they're for an entire season. (I wonder if Mulberry pets come with a return policy once they are no longer in fashion.)