The unwelcome hurdle that separates me from the joyous summer holidays is once again imminent; and so mid-exam season, I have only a perfunctory post to satisfy the thirst induced by the recent absence of promised photos.
A tribute to Vidal Sassoon, who’s recent death has caused ripples in the fashion-world. He was truly an artist that “changed the world with a pair of scissors”. His signature cut: The Bob (originally designed for another pioneering stylist, Mary Quant), not only drastically changed Fashion in the sixties, but it continues to inspire millions even today. His avant-garde approach to hair-styling has inspired the feeling of personal freedom for women, and revolutionised the world of hair-styling.
Yesterday marked a bi-annual milestone: a visit to the hairdresser. And so, after a sporadic Saturday-Breakfast of bacon and poached-egg on Ciabatta, I hurried to my midday appointment at The Cutting Co. (And boy, do they cut!)
Always have I loathed the pressure and hassle of changing my hairstyle, and together with the stress of explaining explicitly the cut I desire, means I usually keep these affairs to a minimum. I detest consigning such a dramatic responsibility to a stranger, and the awkward small-talk has always stumped me; not to mention the peculiar situation where a stranger’s hands are attached to my scalp. But, the venture of late had not been cataclysmic, nor catastrophic, I’m pleased to report. And, the result? A sleek, slick, newly-spruced long-bob with a straight blunt fringe.
Coming Soon: photos and style post, as well as a summary of S/S ’12 trends. Stay tuned, foxy ladies (and men)! xo
I’m hating on my laptop, it’s always misbehaving. Enduring some serious angst and frustration and distress from technological problems; I wanted to post this yesternight. Well, regardless, here it is…finally!
Details from my outfit on Friday-night for dinner with friends, and photos soon! Hope everyone is having a groovy weekend! xoxo
Armed with a plethora of (rather rubbish) excuses, I’m ready to dive, head-first, back into blogging (for the third time). So, with an indisposed bank balance, lousy prioritising and a healthy fashion-addiction, begins my favourite season.
With April underway and May around the corner, my winter-blues are thawing out and I can finally contemplate a transition into Spring/Summer wardrobe. And, that means only one thing: shopping! Having scrutinised this season’s trends – with the help from my three dependable, faithful, veracious companions: Vogue, Elle and Marie-Claire – I embarked on my annual-Easter style-renewal expedition. Never having been decisive though, I just hope that I’ve invested in some felicitous additions to my wardrobe.
Photos to come! Stay tuned xoxo
New Year, New Wadrobe? I think not.
I am utterly bewildred by the supposed new season. The weather is still chilly, and I fear it will be even colder later this week. As the all-knowing, omniscent weather-man of BBC stated we have very cold nights ahead, and we should expect hard frost and freezing temperatures.
It’s impossible to convert to a spring wadrobe so soon, yet the bombardment of the new season fashion has already appeared. I’m dazed and puzzled. With the bitterly cold arctic air – thanks to the “easterly winds of Siberia” (!) – I doubt a migration into a spring wadrobe is imminent. Though, as Louis Pasteur once said, fortune favours the prepared mind, so I propose a forecast (in lieu of glum, gloomy weather) of favourites from the S/S ’12 trends. Voilà!
My new beauties from the sale. 50% from Kurt Geiger, I couldn’t resist!
Apologies for the dreadful photo from frosty Sunday of last.
Anybody who knows me will know that I cannot bear wearing the exact same outfit twice, especially to social gatherings.
Although always a good converstation-starter, usually it is purely aggravating, somewhat troubling and sometimes even tedious rummaging through my wadrobe, searching for a suitable outfit. This last holiday though, not only did I wear a staple-piece twice, but I wore the same outfit repeatedly at various gatherings, only ever changing my shoes and jewllery/jacket. You may ask, which items could possibly render such loyalty from me? A simple combination sheer polka-dot button-up and gold jeans appealed to my slothfulness and still satisfied my ostentatious and sassy side. The best part was that it had been a comfortable enough ensemble for me to boogie all night! BOO YAY!
Sequins are my new love, and evidently everyone else’s too. There are millions of pieces this year adorned with sequins: black, silver, gold, white sparkles everywhere. I simply cannot claim them to be a fresh and original statement anymore, but I cannot help but cherish my sequin trousers. An oldie-buy, from last summer, but paired with my new velvet flats: a twinkly, snazzy outfit for Christmas Day!
Now I’m off to the sales, wish me luck! X
Winter brings me cold, grey Sunday mornings. Often, I stay snuggled in bed all weekend, the lazy oaf that I am, but when I do venture out, I absolutely love the weather. I won’t be silly sentimental, but winter equates to warm wool coats of which I adore.