Thursday, 28 May 2009

Tokyo Street Style

The recent Street Fashion issue of Dazed Japan features a mixed bag of the city’s coolest fashionista’s. Tokyo is a city that lives and breathes fashion, and celebrates style in an eccentric, fun and lively way. The photos in this issue weren’t shot by photographers, but on mobile phones and sent in to the magazine. My favourite is the girl with the bob. I like to think I’d be that cool if I lived in Japan.

Saturday, 16 May 2009

London loves Lycra

I don’t remember her the first time round but I hear Pam Hogg, designer and member of the Hoggdoll’s, is doing some pretty nifty 80s gear down at her newly opened store on Newburgh Street in Soho.
Known for her rebellious fashion sense in the 70s and 80s, Hogg returned to London fashion week last February with her first catwalk show in ten years. Combining rock ‘n’ roll with a twist of punk her collection didn’t disappoint with skintight bodysuits, backcombed hair, fluorescent Lycra and glitter platforms.
The new store sits just a few yards away from her original 80s location, promising printed I-con T-shirts, revival pieces and of course, the Hoggdoll’s latest CD. I was pretty gutted to have missed the opening. The London Paper printed the date wrong, so thank you TLP for ruining my chance of meeting a fashion legend!

Watch the LFW show here

Monday, 11 May 2009

News Flash

I didn't want to believe the news but today I found out that the golden couple, yes, Katie and Peter Andre are no more. If you don't believe me the Times released this statement today; "Peter Andre and Katie Price are separating after 4½ years of marriage. They have both requested that the media respect their families’ privacy at this difficult time."

Sunday, 10 May 2009

Blast from the past

I went to see La Clique in Leicester Square last week, and one of the acts involved a large black guy, opera singing in a ruffled dress that reminded me of a cupcake doll I had when I was little. They doubled up as a doll and a cake and they smelt like strawberries. Funny though...I don't remember it being so ugly!

Guilty pleasures

Everyone has one, a secret treat that really isn’t cool. It shows the side that no one else gets to see, and the things you otherwise pretend to hate. Like that Spice girl’s album you have on your IPod or that collection of truly cheesy films you keep hidden at the back of the shelf. I dare anyone to challenge my movie collection. It’s utter crap. Really it is. Mean girls, Clueless, Maid in Manhattan...I have them all.
Thursday night is TV night and nothing or no one gets in the way of it .I don’t watch soaps and I barely catch an episode of Hollyoaks these days, but when Thursday comes along the tracky-b’s go on, the phone goes off and the TV is mine. Katie and Peter is my ultimate pleasure, and I love it!! Admittedly, if I had Sky TV then America’s next top model would definitely be included in my night of pure indulgence. Yes, yes, what a load of mindless rubbish. Read a book, listen to the radio, bla bla bla. But it’s a chance to switch off, tune out and enjoy an hour of escapism.
Ironically, it’s everything I hate, it really even surprises myself. I don’t particularly like glamour models or failed nineties pop stars but their kids are cute, they make me laugh and I like to see what’s in their house. Roll on Thursday.

Monday, 4 May 2009

Watching Amelie made me want to move to France and play out a Parisian fairy tale. Audrey Tatou made me want to grow my eyebrows and cut off my hair. In my eyes Tatou is the closest thing we have to a modern day Hepburn. She is so naturally beautiful that she makes the rest of the world look flat and frumpy. Audrey Tatou's Chanel Haute Couture look at the MET's Costume Institute Gala in 2008 showed why she was chosen to become the new face of Coco Chanel. J'adore Audrey

For a cheeky glimpse of the lady in action, go to

An update...eventually!

The other day my housemate sent me a cartoon sketch of a little man with the words “We’ve been talking and we think you need to update your blog!” So, I took it as a subtle hint and decided to pull my finger out.
The irony is that the reason I haven’t written for months is that I have been working my arse off, in my quest to become a writer. So much so, I haven’t had time to do a spot of writing.
After tirelessly working all the hours I could manage to support a fashion internship, I got an interview. Both made me sweat so profusely that I had to buy a new top and I think I nearly overdosed on Rescue Remedy. In hindsight, I don’t think you’re supposed to take the lid off and neck the stuff.
And then...I actually got the job. It took about a fortnight for the news to sink in and even after that I was convinced they’d made a terrible mistake. Paranoid, neurotic, irrational? Me? No never.
So after talking about it for what seems like forever I moved to London, did my course and got a job. Phew!! I’m glad that’s all over.
I made no secret of the fact that I didn’t really like London at first. After living in a city like Sheffield for so long you take the friendliness, good friends and comfortable social scene for granted. Most people are grounded, pretty affable and very in tune with the community around them. Moving to London is like being smacked around the face with a cold, unfriendly fish.
In February I moved from Clapham and in to the heart of the East end. And, I feel like l I have finally found a part of London that I really love. I can browse around Brick lane at the weekend, and buy flowers and trinkets from Columbia Road. There’s Broadway market around the corner where I buy handmade jewellery, fresh food and veg and vintage clothes. The vibe around there is very cool and I like the friendly atmosphere. And if I’m feeling a bit too homesick there’s always Hackney City farm.

It seems a colleague of mine wrote about my lack of interesting perspective. Have a read:


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