I’ve stared internet dating. I’m working with a theory that dating as many men as possible is going to help me to meet ‘THE ONE’. Plus I’m saying yes to every single invitation, yuk am I the Kimberly Stewart of fashion? Anyway, that aside, I’m exhausted. Dating several men at the same time and going out every night is not only causing sleep deprivation but a full on wardrobe crisis so I’ve decided to stock up on the LBD (little black dress). If in doubt in times of crisis, keep it simple.
Ladies, have you been to Cos recently? I bought two LBD’s at the Cos in the new Westfield shopping centre. It was vast and I needed wine after about 30 minutes of being in there. For around £70 you can find a really well designed dress that you can pep up in the evening by throwing on a statement cuff and heels. I’m wearing my Cos LBD today with a Burberry cuff that looks like it belongs to a deranged poodle. Might try it on The Dog.
Am in Milan today and I’ve just seen how low the pound had dropped. No shopping in Miu Miu for Mademoiselle today, how very on trend.
Single? Definitely. Young? Debatable. Attractive? Apparently not.
Credit crunch? Credit extension more like?
Trains, plains and silver nail polish!
I wanna be a Prada girl next summer?
Next season’s PPQ catwalk look - check.
Long brunette locks (read extensions) - check.
Blunt Fringe - check.
Is Lily Allen channelling her friend Peaches Geldof in her latest music video? We did a double take in the office when we saw this pic hit the Picture Desk.
It looks just like Peaches - but it’s Lily, promise!
What do you think?
These are a few of our favourite things?
Holy catwalk catsuits Batman. The all-in-one is back!
Stars come out for Prada?s Fashion Week party
So what really happens at fashion week?
Going up:
Pink: Like it or not, it’s sent to be the colour of the season. We’ve been checking out the spring offerings from both designer and high street this week and we’ve seen it all - neon, barbie, bubblegum and everything in between. How we’re going to manage the transition from gothic black to all these feminine hues we’re not sure but brace yourself ladies - it’s coming…
Bowling: Didn’t think you needed another reason to venture over to the East End? Think again. All Star Lanes is set to open a brand new venue at the Truman Brewery on Brick Lane next week. Curry, late night bowling and the hottest bars and clubs, all within walking distance of each other? Sounds like the perfect evening out to us…
Afternoon tea: Fashion illustrator Will Broome has designed a collection of crockery with iconic brand Wedgwood to coincide with the launch of super-cool pop-up restaurant Flash at the Royal Academy. Featuring cute and cuddly animals with a decidedly dark edge, the limited edition range is available to buy now. Without doubt he most stylish way to sup your cup of Earl Grey…
Going Down:
Turning a blind eye: McQ embraced their sense of humour this week when they sent out invitations to their Spring press day. The invites sported the words CHOPSHOP in an all-too-familiar font, along with the words ‘Higher Street Fashion’ - apparently a comment on the way that everyone’s favourite high-street brand pays homage to it’s favourite designer pieces. We await Topshop’s response…
Chipped nails: Hooray for Anya Hindmarch! Not content with created lust-have accessories, they’ve decided to make you’re shopping experience as happy as possible by teaming up with Cowshed.
Music rules at London Fashion Week
What?s hot and what?s not: The LFW edition
I?ll get my coat?errrr, no I won?t!
The Blonde seems to forget I iz rescue and have a certain ?street? persona to keep up. She?s only gone and discovered that there?s a pet clothing store in Selfridges! Disaster! As soon as I saw that ?thing? coming out of that bright yellow paper bag I just thought to myself, it?s happened, finally, she?s gonna start dressing me up. Five minutes later I was grappled to the floor and she wrestled that ?thing? on me. It was all Velcro straps and tight on me tum. Then she took me out to her friends house which was the perfect opportunity to show her how much I hated the coat. First of all I started chasing my tail very fast, snapping and growling at it. Then I started charging up and down the mates stairs barking as I went. The final straw was me rolling around on my back at her mates feet with my polka-dot tum exposed. Her friend had the good sense to suggest I didn?t like the coat, The Blonde took it off immediately thank dog.
The next day I spied out of the corner of my eye (I?ve mastered this without The Blonde knowing I?m looking at her), another bright yellow bag. Uh oh. This time it?s different, she?s found me a hip hop style camouflage parka! I iz lookin? fly guy! Wait til that Cock-a-poo sees me in this tomorrow, those posh breeds love a bit of ruff. Woof!
I see Angels and stars and stuff?
I had a sleep over at Chappers? house?
Saluting the sun under a grey sky
“Press back the shoulders, flatten the back” my yoga teacher, Diana, murmured as my pelvis clicked into position. It was my tenth and most excruciating Sun Salutation of the morning, and I didn’t want so much to salute the sun as kick it in the shins and tell it never to bother coming round my way again. But as my four day yoga course progressed, and Diana’s murmurings became more approving, my hips grew a tiny bit bendier, my pelvis clicked less, and the hideous band of iron tightening and squeezing my un-worked-out shoulders began to ease off a shade. Of course, we never actually managed to salute the sun itself - only the drizzle trickling down the windows of the yoga studio.
Although at times I loathe this sequence it’s one of the most important in yoga - in fact some yoga masters rely upon this one movement alone for an entire lesson forcing their increasingly bored acolytes to do 70 of them - one after the other
In case you’ve never salutated the sun, here’s how the sequence unfolds. It’s supposed to be a ‘graceful flow’, but mine is actually more like a bend, a hop, a shuffle, a groan, another groan and one last shuffle-hop to end.
I left Diana’s tutelage promising myself that I would commit to one salutation a day. Yesterday I forgot clean about it until just before 1am. So I did my first home-turf salutation on my bedroom floor, slightly drunk, substituting for a sun the soft orange glow of a streetlamp, flattening my back and hoping the creaking of my hips and my gasps for air didn’t wake the people downstairs…
Hula-hooping - the circular Prozac
Meditation, that?s what you need.
Pumpkins, ants, dessicated bats and the Glycemic index
What happens when you mix art, music and a famous actress? It is certainly unpredictable, as these two videos testify.
The first is a collaboration between Sam Taylor-Wood and The Pet Shop Boys, in which photographer Taylor-Wood is dressed as Marlene Dietrich holding a smoldering cigarette. The video is for Sam Taylor-Woods’ cover of the Passions’ “I’m In Love With A German Film Star” (produced by the Pet Shop Boys). Although there’s not much action in the film, which is more of a “living” still-life, it is strangely mesmerizing watching smoke patterns and waiting for Taylor-Wood to blink.
The second film is also a music video, art-directed by Damien Hirst (and featuring slaughtered cows), for The Hours’ single “See the Light”. Instead of a look-a-like actress this time there is real-life actress Sienna Miller, dressed in a hospital gown, talking suicide, painting with blood and smoking cigarettes.
And no, I still haven’t managed to give up smoking…
What do Grace Jones, Annie Lennox, Freddie Mercury and Fred Astaire have in common?
Does the cigarette make you look cool or do you make the cigarette look cool?