Friday, December 28, 2012

animal nitrate

or: how you want to dress when you've only been working in the pub/drinking wine at home/listening to all of the sweaty-fringed 90s britpop bands.

The shirt was a present from BFF, what a queen.

I am running away to for a wee sojourn to Brighton with the boy in a couple of weeks, wheyyy. If anyone has any good bar/club/cinema/charity shop recommendations, please let me know!

bad photocopy

Monday, December 17, 2012

heart-shaped box

disposable camera
Guatemalan purse
battered passport
Aberdeen keys
London keys
writing utensils
Crabtree & Evelyn hand cream
TRI-Peptox lip plumper
cracker clip-on moustache
stolen lighters
Tate Collective Oyster & rail card holder
The Bostonians - Henry James
Liberty silk scarf
Topshop black sparkly nail varnish
sharpener shaped like a star
tobacco tin, covered with a Splashh sticker
Quality Street

What's lurking in yours?

Sunday, December 9, 2012

cattle and cane

Sometimes I really wish that instead of living in a rickety flat with 3 drunk boys (who shed pizza boxes and beer cans like old skin cells), wearing cigarette-burned clothes that old men probably died in and living on crisps, I could be a proper snazzy blogger fashion girl who can walk in heels and pull off sequins and wears hats on the reg. Maybe then I'd have a better chance of being invited to stuff like Chanel's absolutely batshit mental M├ętiers d'Art 2013 show, WHICH I CANNOT GET OVER AND NOR DO I WANT TO. Set in a misty ruined Scottish castle. Featuring sporrans and feathers ago-go and that actually-kind-of-horrible Coco suit weave that seems to be reserved exclusively for terrifying rich old bitches and my girl Patsy, ramped up to 11 and Lady Macbethed to shit. ALL THE GOOD STUFF, ALL THE TIME.

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You kind of have to respect a man who finds it necessary to create a Tudor-inspired couture bridal gown in 2012. I feel like Karl Lagerfeld is the Marie Antoinette of our time.