Friday
wipe your brow
my birthday buddy marc jacobs (both 9th april, circle it in your diary) announced his newly single status with a BANG.
the designer, who split from hubby Lorenzo Martone of four months in April, recently launched his first mens fragrance Bang with this campaign, showcasing his impressive new body in an act of shameless self marketing.
is it hot in here? x
the designer, who split from hubby Lorenzo Martone of four months in April, recently launched his first mens fragrance Bang with this campaign, showcasing his impressive new body in an act of shameless self marketing.
is it hot in here? x
back to basics.
woke up fairly early this AM (10.30, which to me is practically dawn), so decided to do some hardcore life organising. my wardrobe is literally stuffed with clothes, half of which still have their tags on.
you know whats it's like, somebody texts you to say River Island are having a sale so you pretend you've fallen over, broke your nose and had to be rushed to a&e to get out of work...right? well you're already over-excited at getting the day off so the adrenaline currently swarming in the veins gets another boost when you see other shoppers frantically dashing around the shop, multicoloured piles of joy clamped to their arms, ravaging through racks with the words 'HALF PRICE' emblazoned above. its christmas for fashion junkies. i 'bargain black out', loose 2 hours and am suddenly sitting at home on the bed, surrounded by carrier bags, a turquoise poly-blend skirt cemented in an iron grip. i can tell you now, that skirt was fuggo, but the fact it had gone down from £30 to £10 made it seem like Aladdin's lamp.
so that offending item was the first to go to the kids in africa. they can probably use it for fire material. i discovered ALOT more shocking purchases, such as a graphic print bandeau jumpsuit too small for me. but it was £5.
we all do it when we know it's wrong. sales are the worst time to shop because although alot of the stock may be reduced, if we loved it that much, we would have brought it at full price. x
you know whats it's like, somebody texts you to say River Island are having a sale so you pretend you've fallen over, broke your nose and had to be rushed to a&e to get out of work...right? well you're already over-excited at getting the day off so the adrenaline currently swarming in the veins gets another boost when you see other shoppers frantically dashing around the shop, multicoloured piles of joy clamped to their arms, ravaging through racks with the words 'HALF PRICE' emblazoned above. its christmas for fashion junkies. i 'bargain black out', loose 2 hours and am suddenly sitting at home on the bed, surrounded by carrier bags, a turquoise poly-blend skirt cemented in an iron grip. i can tell you now, that skirt was fuggo, but the fact it had gone down from £30 to £10 made it seem like Aladdin's lamp.
so that offending item was the first to go to the kids in africa. they can probably use it for fire material. i discovered ALOT more shocking purchases, such as a graphic print bandeau jumpsuit too small for me. but it was £5.
we all do it when we know it's wrong. sales are the worst time to shop because although alot of the stock may be reduced, if we loved it that much, we would have brought it at full price. x
oh audrina, did you get bargain blackout too?!
blimey.
first day off from hades today, but spent its entirety a hungover mess largely due to my former best friend Samuel Buca.
last night began as they always do. 'ok i'll come to the pub, but i'm only having one...'
i woke this morning in my underwear, trapped beneath the duvet, blood flowing from my knee, and guinea pig number 2 cowering behind a studded cushion from BHS. Lord.
for most of the night, my memory fails me to be honest, although vague recollections keep popping up of me stroking a mean man's beard and thinking 'i have a strong desire to kiss you'...a nagging thought suggests i may also have vocalised this. R informs me i was once again 'that drunk girl who cries at everything', which was no doubt a treat combined with my parading around the area in pyjamas, wishing i'd been more intelligent and just brought the waterproof mascara. on the walk home, lying in the road seemed a logical activity.
all of these events have convinced me of one clear truth. drinking games are the devils work.
so today has been FUN. i can only really compare it to that film Alien, with the scene where the critter breaks out of the dude's stomach. if you haven't seen that movie you need to its good. now my hungover state is not that bad, my eyes get bloodshot but other than that its ok, but mothers with children seem to sense i'm a beacon of sin because in town today, everytime i walked near one of these annoying units, mommy dearest would shield her offspring as though protecting a young virgin against an aids carrying crack whore.
also, the place was crawling from japanese tourists, and saying konichiwa to them is now apparently discriminating. so i had become a racist prostitute in the space of an hour. great.
I have to sleep now, i can barely stand. x
p.s. if you or anyone you know can tell me who gave me the bite mark on my lower back, it would be much appreciated.
last night began as they always do. 'ok i'll come to the pub, but i'm only having one...'
i woke this morning in my underwear, trapped beneath the duvet, blood flowing from my knee, and guinea pig number 2 cowering behind a studded cushion from BHS. Lord.
for most of the night, my memory fails me to be honest, although vague recollections keep popping up of me stroking a mean man's beard and thinking 'i have a strong desire to kiss you'...a nagging thought suggests i may also have vocalised this. R informs me i was once again 'that drunk girl who cries at everything', which was no doubt a treat combined with my parading around the area in pyjamas, wishing i'd been more intelligent and just brought the waterproof mascara. on the walk home, lying in the road seemed a logical activity.
all of these events have convinced me of one clear truth. drinking games are the devils work.
so today has been FUN. i can only really compare it to that film Alien, with the scene where the critter breaks out of the dude's stomach. if you haven't seen that movie you need to its good. now my hungover state is not that bad, my eyes get bloodshot but other than that its ok, but mothers with children seem to sense i'm a beacon of sin because in town today, everytime i walked near one of these annoying units, mommy dearest would shield her offspring as though protecting a young virgin against an aids carrying crack whore.
also, the place was crawling from japanese tourists, and saying konichiwa to them is now apparently discriminating. so i had become a racist prostitute in the space of an hour. great.
I have to sleep now, i can barely stand. x
p.s. if you or anyone you know can tell me who gave me the bite mark on my lower back, it would be much appreciated.
l'amour leopard
leopard just won't die. thank god! i love it, and seem to unconsciously incorporate the classic print into every outfit (today a pair of topshop satin briefs). this season, designers, obviously having kept a keen eye on my street style, followed suit, with most collections featuring multiple key pieces and accessories in the iconic pattern.
Dries Van Noten showcased the ultimate example of indie cool, clashing multiple prints against a relaxed silhouette and oversized shades.
celebs (and more importantly their stylists) were quick to jump on the wagon.
l-r cheryl cole, lindsay lohan, vanessa hudgens, ashley greene.
the beauty of leopard is that it works well dressed up or down, and goes with every colour. if money was no issue, my splurge item would be this DELICIOUS Alexander McQueen coat, but at £6195, i'll have to wait until my millionaire turns up.
l-r bandeau dress, £30 ASOS. collar coat, £85 Topshop. wedge boot, £120 Office. wide leg jumpsuit, £45 Miss Selfridge. cross t-shirt, £28 Urban Outfitters. pouch bag, £30 See by Chloé @ My-Wardrobe. frill blouse, £18 New Look. zip detail skirt, £25 River Island.
If in doubt, pair a leopard scarf with black skinnys and tee, giant hair and fabulous scarlet lips. YUM. x
Dries Van Noten showcased the ultimate example of indie cool, clashing multiple prints against a relaxed silhouette and oversized shades.
celebs (and more importantly their stylists) were quick to jump on the wagon.
l-r cheryl cole, lindsay lohan, vanessa hudgens, ashley greene.
the beauty of leopard is that it works well dressed up or down, and goes with every colour. if money was no issue, my splurge item would be this DELICIOUS Alexander McQueen coat, but at £6195, i'll have to wait until my millionaire turns up.
The high street is putting in a strong effort on the animal front.
l-r bandeau dress, £30 ASOS. collar coat, £85 Topshop. wedge boot, £120 Office. wide leg jumpsuit, £45 Miss Selfridge. cross t-shirt, £28 Urban Outfitters. pouch bag, £30 See by Chloé @ My-Wardrobe. frill blouse, £18 New Look. zip detail skirt, £25 River Island.
If in doubt, pair a leopard scarf with black skinnys and tee, giant hair and fabulous scarlet lips. YUM. x
Tuesday
garbage from my gullet.
just riding the comedown from coffee kick, so went to see my lovely lady R. herself and her body rank of booze thanks to a three-day bender we like to call V fest, during which one of her friends was dragged down from an ice cream van roof in full drag by policemen. i feel we are destined for marriage.
Life has become a bit stale, mostly due to my own fault. instead of raving it up, i choose to watch satc re-runs in the bath, drink earl grey and slather on various concoctions. whats happened to me?! i am supposedly the 'life and soul' girl, present at every party and event. i once got so drunk i went to bed on the tuesday and woke up fully clothed on friday with ' call me, dave x' scrawled in scarlet lip jam across my thigh. ( i called, we met, a restraining order was involved, and yeah maybe some people would class idenify and credit card theft as stalking, but i'm hopeful we can work our issues out.) ke$ha modelled her look on my repeated appearances to a&e. i need to get my game back.
was in hades today, spent alot of the day thinking about G, and whether he was alive (i'm not exaggerating, narcotics are consumed like jelly beans). men are all the same, they say they love you then come home one day, find you in bed with their dad and start throwing terms like 'pervert' and 'fat whore' around. GOD.
ANYWAYS, i promise to attempt improvement, and will post some more fashion tit bits asap. x
Life has become a bit stale, mostly due to my own fault. instead of raving it up, i choose to watch satc re-runs in the bath, drink earl grey and slather on various concoctions. whats happened to me?! i am supposedly the 'life and soul' girl, present at every party and event. i once got so drunk i went to bed on the tuesday and woke up fully clothed on friday with ' call me, dave x' scrawled in scarlet lip jam across my thigh. ( i called, we met, a restraining order was involved, and yeah maybe some people would class idenify and credit card theft as stalking, but i'm hopeful we can work our issues out.) ke$ha modelled her look on my repeated appearances to a&e. i need to get my game back.
was in hades today, spent alot of the day thinking about G, and whether he was alive (i'm not exaggerating, narcotics are consumed like jelly beans). men are all the same, they say they love you then come home one day, find you in bed with their dad and start throwing terms like 'pervert' and 'fat whore' around. GOD.
ANYWAYS, i promise to attempt improvement, and will post some more fashion tit bits asap. x
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