Wednesday, 31 August 2011


Am off on 'Girls gone Wild' weekend in Paris tomorrow.

I intend on packing the most uncomfortable and impracticable clothes I own.

Why? Two reasons.

1) Husband won't be around to scowl at my outfit, stare at my shoes disapprovingly and warn me while wincing 'Not those again. I'm not carrying you home this time.'

2) Because it's PARIS!

I once read that Parisian women wear high heels to walk to work and then change into flats when they get to the office.

My kind of town.

Au revoir les enfants!

P.S. French accents have a powerful effect on me. I even fancy Pepe Le Pew. He's an animated raccoon. But he's hot.

Tuesday, 30 August 2011


I came across this quote yesterday by Quentin Crisp (I don't know - gay icon and writer according to Wiki)

Anyway, he said 'fashion is what you adopt when you don’t know who you are'.

I very much resent that.

There are many things I adopt because I don't know who I am.

I thought it might be helpful to compile a list.

In no particular order: my Blackbery, social media in general and a worrying addiction to the internet. Writing, a desperate need for approval, a compulsive need to spend money, drinking, eating, dieting, self-help, that friend I don't like anymore but still see so she doesn't say bad things about me behind my back and a fear of missing out on things I have no interest in anyway...

So you see, Quentin (well you're dead now so it's unlikely you care), fashion BARELY scratches the surface.

P.S This is sort of unrelated but when I walked out the office last night, I had this rather overwhelming urge to shop - how come I never feel that way about exercise? Life is so weird like that.

Monday, 22 August 2011


For years I have battled to maintain a size eight figure and sometimes even (flu-or-food-poisoning-willing) managed to drop to a six.

Mostly though, I have lived in fear of gaining the five extra pounds I thought would mark the end of my world.

Then I went on holiday, accidentally ate a few croissants too many and my worst nightmare manifested.

But it turns out, I look exactly the same....

I feel there is a lesson to be learned here.

I will think about it over a Krispy Kreme and let you know what it is.

In the meantime, take a look at some hot chicks who have given in to the fear of not being stick thin and still look pretty damn good:

P.S: I'm not saying it's ok to be fat, cos it's not... but whoever said nothing tastes as good as skinny feels OBVIOUSLY never tried the Thai food I had for dinner last night.


Major excitement!!! I was one of the lucky chosen ones to guest curate for Boticca's website last week.

Bottica is an amaze one-stop shop for all your jewels. 

Original designs, price tags big and small AND every piece tells a unique tale.... 

It's perfect for gifts or just when you want to spend money for no other reason than boredom, instant gratification or rebellion against a husband who has put a ban on shopping.  (How can it be wrong when it feels so right?)

I want everything they sell but here are my favourite picks...

Tuesday, 16 August 2011


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So I don't know if it's age or hindsight or what but after watching lots of Sex and the City this week (deluge of reruns on tv and the film sequel last night) I have come to a few conclusions.

No1: Were we all brainwashed to believe the fashion was really so amazing? It so was not amazing. It was weird. Until the budget got so overblown, clothes were ridiculously unaffordable, especially for a journalist with one column a week (I should know). Then they all got dressed up in Dior and Louboutins to ride a camel in Abu Dhabi and any semblance of reality just died. For ever.

No2: Has anyone else noticed how dramatic Carrie Bradshaw is? Screechy and well over-the-top, and always crying over a man who has a bit of a life and dumping the ones that are actually into her.

No3: I quite love Miranda.

I once furiously defended the show, in writing, to a male friend of mine who accused it of being superficial and bla bla many years ago.

But I have started to see what kind of generation of women this foursome is meant to represent.

Overgrown, over-indulged babies still talking about friendship and soul-mates like they're five, with Carrie at the helm freaking out ALL the time....culminating in the movie sequel which sees her behaving like a raving lunatic when Big suggests staying home on Sunday night, brings home take-away sushi after a tough day at the office or wants to watch a bit of  telly in bed. Poor guy.

And then after Carrie cheats on him with her ex fiance Aidan (remember when she wouldn't even wear Aidan's ring around her finger with that lame excuse of how by wearing it around her neck, it was closer to her heart?) Big buys her the most beautiful black diamond as punishment. Pur-lease.

I now realise Big was so misunderstood.

No wonder he wanted to move to Paris. No wonder he went off and married the beige girl who works at Ralph Lauren.

He should have stayed with her and left Carrie to live in her frizzy hair that she always miraculously blow-dries in under ten seconds with a teeny-tiny dryer that wouldn't even shake the water off a dead ant.

P.S I feel kind of bad now, like I just bitched about my best friend. Or at least a pet.

Thursday, 11 August 2011


The people at Liberty department store are so clever.

They have found a way for (questionably) grown-up women (or men, I don't judge) to indulge in Hello Kitty obsession without looking like they've raided a nine-year-old's bedroom.

Hello Kitty is just one of those childhood trends that reminds me of being young. Like diaries that lock, Pez dispensers and those chewing-gum lollypops that came with tattoos you stuck on with water.

If you can't bring yourself to own-up to your love of the Japanese feline , the collection also includes a sophisticated version (well, who are we kidding? as sophisticated as Hello Kitty can get).

The print will be used on make-up bags and cosmetics (but would love to see a scarf!) and available to buy for two weeks from September 26th.

Makes great gift (cough, ahem).

Wednesday, 10 August 2011


So unless you've been living under a rock this week (which is probably the safest place to be actually), you'll know the UK is in the throws of mass rioting, looting and general chaos.

Have been glued to the television until the early hours, begging husband to emigrate to Florida. He said no. Spain? No. Hong Kong? No. Where then? Just go to sleep. Charming.

I thought that it might be appropriate to put fashion on hold during this time until I saw the new Levi's ad.
It features scenes of rioting while the narrator says things like 'your life is your life' and seems to be causing quite a stir.

It's a beautifully made ad and was obviously filmed before the violence started but still makes for uncomfortable watching given the current climate. said: 'It's a little risky to embrace youthful rebellion in advertising right now, given that the real-world examples involve so much looting and burning.

'It's odd, then, that Levi's isn't at least delaying the release of its new European ad campaign—which features somewhat menacing imagery of young people gathering, marching and confronting riot police, along with shots of stuff on fire.'

So are Levi's just plain insensitive or eerily astute about what was to come? 

Monday, 8 August 2011


I am back from two weeks away in Spain and suffering from a serious case of holiday blues. I miss the sun, sea, sand and more importantly, the industrial-strength sangria.

I would show you pictures, like all the other super cool blogs out there do but my camera sucks, I lost the lead that connects it to the computer and oh yeah, I didn't actually take any.

Anywaaay, only the prospect of winter clothes and the lace shirts I bought from The Kooples can cheer me up now.

Buying two identical items in different colours is a total no-no in my book but in this case, I  couldn't resist a double purchase. They were on sale... like, two for the price of one, man.

And have a leather collar. Collars are the next big thing. Trust me. Or fine, don't trust me. Trust Vogue. They said it, it must be true.

So white for a summer D & G feel I am crushing on hard right now and black for classic, winter, goes-with- everything, etc etc.

Not even husband knew which one to opt for. For a speedy decision maker (barring the four years it took to marry me, ahem) that is saying something.

I really do heart The Kooples and now that a new store is opening right by my office, that is where you will find me, most weekdays, between one and two pm. No appointment necessary. I take my coffee skinny with two sweeteners, thanks.

P.S On a separate but related note, I am also well excited about my Bionda Castana leopard print wedges that finally arrived, and who knows... I may even wear them WITH my brand new shirts.

You know what they say, if you're not living on the edge, you're taking up space...

PPS Sorry to bang on but really, just look at them, aren't they everything you've ever dreamed of in a shoe....and more...