Ok, stupid, silly, rubbish-hair-induced moping over. It is the eve of London Fashion Week and it’s all action a-go-go and the sun is shining and there’s a pair of bright bright fresh tights on my legs. I say fresh because they’re by Falke and they generally have a really nice feeling when you pull them… Continue reading Oh, they know me too well…
Chalk and Felt-Tips
When I was doing art A-level, I had a thing about mixing chalk pastels, felt-tips and colouring pencils into sketches…. all three having really different saturations of colour even if you got the same shade of blue across all three media. It seems designers have been getting into different brightness/saturation levels, randomly and blindly picking… Continue reading Chalk and Felt-Tips
The Burn
I’m not really that bothered about showing the crap/shit side of me. Yes, bloggers don’t really hold their hands on their hips and look cutesy and coquettish all the time nor do they constantly stand with never-ending legs and look icily cool with perfectly tousled/straightened (depending on the mood) hair. May I present greasy, mussy… Continue reading The Burn
Ruffled Metallic
It’s not strictly an oxymoron but it does look sound very odd when I say ‘ruffled metallics’ in my head. Metal = hard, ruffle = soft, ergo the two sound odd together. In reality though, I’m calling for more ruffled metallics outside of the 80s’ prom dress variety (though 162 Holloway Road is throwing up… Continue reading Ruffled Metallic