Saturday, 21 August 2010
On realising that I was due to start back college, after a lovely relaxing holiday, it had come to my attention that I had done absolutely no work for it- the odd flick through a fashy mag excluded here- I was totally unprepared. I realised that no matter how much I prayed, my summer project was not going to do itself, which is a shame really, because I definitely wouldn't mind a few extra days of "rest".
Anyway after realising this, my sister(newly titled, my personal accountant/ financial adviser) and I, agreed that we would both take a full day out of our holiday, to go and do some research in town with our camera's.
The next day, off into town we travelled, up through the mysterious back streets, to try and uncover some of it's hidden depths, or find a new take on urban landscapes.
So, there we are, happily snapping away, when I break away from my sister.
Looking at my pictures I realised that I had in fact been here before; that same brewery smell I knew from somewhere; an old vintage shop, with a women I recognised out side, chanting away, selling her big issue. I trusted my instincts and followed the questionable land marks, imprinted in my head from a memory I couldn't quite place. After quite a while of walking I found myself at a dull and dreary shopping mall. THAT'S what I had travelled all this way for, some crap shopping centre? After my dream had been shattered, and the world just that boring old place again, I realised that I was all alone, as I had abandoned my sister some time ago. Although, I could not for the life of me remember where.
I turned to my right, to go back and find her, when I noticed something familiar out of the corner of my eye. It couldn't be? I turned around, so that the building was in full frontal view, just in case, to shatter any illusions I may had been under you know. I wasn't dreaming. Right in front of my very eyes, stood, Topshop. Well, the back entrance. I felt a feeling of warmth and familiarity take over my body.
I smiled, and travelled around to the the front of the store and walked in. I'm home.
It had been a while since I'd been in. So naturally I took my time, browsing around, picking up beauties to try on. On my way to try on my new found loves, I came across the basics rail, nothing luxurious, but never the less, still as tempting. Something in particular caught my eye, it was plain, yet, very alluring. I put the bundle of clothes I had been clutching so tightly back, and picked up the pretty little thing. Size 6? Yip! Without a thought, I made my way over to the cashier, with a feeling of total satisfaction run through me, and with no real reason why to be honest.
About to step into the long queue of happy shoppers, I saw a familiar face. I got that sinking feeling, you know that one you get when your boss tells you you have to work two ten hour shifts at the weekend, it was like that. I realised who it was.. She questioned: "Nicolla?"
Followed by one of those sort of disproving frown like nods. It was my sister, and unfortunately dubbed financial adviser.
She took me by the arm and led me out of the shop, and back on down the dreary paths of town.
Sunday, 8 August 2010
Max Factor Lash Extension Effect
Without a doubt, the best £10 I've ever spent in my life.. well, on make-up anyway. After being on the hunt for the perfect mascara for what feels like forever, this one's more than perfect. It does EXACTLY what it says in the ad, with the little help of a good eyelash curler.
Friday, 6 August 2010
Let It Out- Starrfadu
Paris Nights / New York Mornings- Corinne Bailey Rae
Ivy & Gold- Bombay Bicycle Club
Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard- Paul Simon
Ride- Cary Brothers
Blister in the Sun- Violent Femmes
Colors- Kira Willey
Radar Detector- Darwin Deez
The Boy With the Arab Strap- Belle and Sebastian
Bad Kids- Black Lips
Moi je joue- Brigitte Bardot
If Looks Could Kill- Camera Obscura
Move On Up- Curtis Mayfield
Silvia- Miike Snow
Constellations- Darwin Deez
There Goes the Fear- The Doves
Moneybox- Eliza Doolittle
Walking On a Dream- Empire of the Sun
Spanish Sahara- Foals
Skeleton Boy- Friendly Fires
We are the Foolish- General Fiasco
Have I Been a Fool- Jack Peñate
Bruised- Jacks Mannequin
If You Got the Money- Jamie T
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is- Jet
Sous Le Ciel de Paris- Juliette Gréco
Foundations- Kate Nash
King of the Rodeo- Kings of Leon
Naive- The Kooks
Paris Is Burning- Ladyhawke
Shine- Laura Izibor
Earthquake- Little Boots
Let It Fall- Lykke Li
Comin' Home Baby- Mel Tormé
Burial- Miike Snow
Chasing Pirates- Norah Jones
Welcome Home- Radical Face
Last Dance- The Raveonettes
Reptilia- The Strokes
Four Floors- Sunday Girl
Fader- The Temper Trap 97
In the Battle of Sun vs. Curtains, Sun Loses and We Sleep Until Noon- Woodpigeon
Heart Skipped a Beat- The XX
We No Speak Americano- Yolanda Be Cool
Yesterday evening, I arrived home to a glistening, silver package in front of my doorstep. It was the package that my sister and I helplessly waited for at the beginning of each and every month- our beloved vogue- a birthday gift, from her, to me. On seeing it, our eyes lit up and we began to rip it open, careful not to tear any of the pages from our fashion bible. I quickly opened it and began sifting through the ads, one in particular caught my eye- TOPSHOP!! No sooner than I had fought for the right to read it first, had I chucked it aside, and pulled out my laptop. As much as I appreciate the work that goes into every mulberry bag, or erdem dress, for some reason, I always find myself more drawn to the likes good old topshop or h&m... It could possibly be the fact that the majority my student loan this year, went towards my beautiful wardrobe, OR what I like to call, "helping out our country during this terrible economic climate" (we've all got to do our bit). So at this point, you can imagine how open I am to receiving a lovely bargain every once in a while. ... Anyway, I pull up a window, and excitedly click on topshop.com (#1 on my marked tabs, of course). I feel a rush of adrenaline, shoot through my bloodstream- the same feeling of utter thrill, one may feel if they had been re-united with a close friend after years of being apart-It felt like it had been so long, when in fact it had only been a couple of weeks, at most. I quickly moved to the 'new in' tab, and found myself working my way down the list, 'shoes', 'tops', 'knitwear' etc. 'Trousers & Shorts': I froze. After days, weeks, MONTHS, of searching and searching for the perfect pair of leather shorts, after seeing them on Kane's '10 fall collection, had I finally found them! The rush from knowing that I had finally found the perfect item, to complete my autumn wardrobe was nothing short of brilliant.
add to bag: you bet
discount code: CHECK
express delivery: naturally
confirm and pay: ...
confirm and pay: ...
CONFIRM AND PAY: ?
What is wrong with me. After months and months of going cold turkey, and all that time away from my best friend, VISA, I was about to throw it all down the drain, head on down the road to my old ways again. It was then I realised I was a real life Rebbecca Bloomwood. I was a shopaholic.