Thursday, 29 September 2011

Looking Sleek Boy.

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(Rach: left image: Gal on the right)





(Rachie: the one slumped oh so neatly along side Billie Turnbull: far right)



I'm such a proud lady, I just want to show the world this magazine. So that's (Rach) my twin sissy in both photo's: Elite London's latest victim (WOO!) for any new guys: in this months issue of Sleek Magazine. YAY!

HOW BEAUTE RACH LOOKS!


Look/ Download/ !BUY! at Sleek-Mag.com.

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

The Girl in the Green Scarf.



If you're currently reading this, then I'm guessing you're probably female; enjoy the odd clothes related purchase; and so you probably have seen the movie "Confessions of a Shopaholic". Well I know I have anyway: I read the book, went to see the movie, bought it when I heard it was released on DVD, and on average, I watch it at least 4 times a year. Why? Because it made me feel so much better about myself, knowing that there are people whose shopping habits are WAYYYY more out of control than my own.

Anyway, you know that part of the movie when Rebbecca walks into that beautiful store (on the way to an interview, come on Rebbecca, really), when she spots the lovely green scarf in the window; and then, as she's about to leave the store, the mannequin comes to life and starts giving her all these reasons as to why she should buy it. Like, how it would become part of a definition of her, how it would make her hair cut look more expensive, and how she would wear it with everything.

Well, When I was shopping the other day, this actually happened to me. I know, it sounds like I've positively gone mad, but maybe when you see the item, you'll understand.
I'm moving away for a couple years to study, so, the other day I was moving my things into my flat, and I decided it would be a good idea to go job hunting, seen as how I actually am a real life Rebbecca Bloomwood (did I mention that I bought a green scarf after seeing that movie? The mannequin in the movie did an excellent job). After a while me and my sister decided to take a break and go for a fruity detox, when I caught sight of this coat, almost waving at me from the depths of this beautifully alluring store. I unknowingly ditched Rach, and raced over, I didn't want to be rude, I mean after all, it did wave.

We stood face to face.
Black, my favorite colour.
Woolen, like melted butter on my finger tips.
And the draped collar was bound with a slick black leather.
If I was to buy this beautiful piece of craftsmanship: how beautifully cut: I would be ripping them off for the price it was retailed at.
And if I was to buy this, beautiful, beautiful creation, I would play Alicia Billington in THAT movie.
It would make me look more striking, yet mysterious.
It would make my hair look longer.
It would make my the rest of my outfit, and me, look more well thoughtful: These are the words of the mannequin wearing the coat, NOT me.

It would be an investment.




Sunday, 11 September 2011




APOLOGIES for the frankly disgusting photography, I'm gonna pass the blame over to the fact that:
1. It was taken on my (heap of crap) phone.

and 2. It was taken by my friend Paige, whose skills in this department where sadly lacking (YES, I hope you're reading).

Anyway, I just thought that it would be a crying shame NOT to share this (what I think is a lovely) ensemble, with the rest of the world.

xx

Friday, 9 September 2011

AdrenaBLING.

Okay so, a couple nights ago me and my sister were snuggled up watching friends, AND THEN, this advert was shown, vivid memory:
Dior
Premiere
9.20

It was AMAZING; an advert, FOR an advert??! We went crazy.
Until the clock struck 9.26 (yeah, late, you have NO IDEA how slowly those 6 extra minutes DRAGGGED in).
And then.
We went even MORE crazy.





LeLove



Religiously a reader of LeLoveImage, my most favored bed-time read, preferably done so with a lovely cup of malted milk to ease me into slumber. Anyway, just thought I should share in case any of you aren't 'LeLove' fans, as it's such a lovely hopeful quote; don't you think?

Thursday, 8 September 2011

Slight background mumble of autumn leaves.



The perfect Autumn song (clearly I'm besotted with Autumn): for days when you're in your room, taking a little break from trying to get your head around a rubbish 'summer' project, wearing the cosey sweater your dad brought you back from his trip; and your little bunny rabbit slippers.. And just enjoying the window being open, with the warmth of the sun flooding through, and the slight motion of your billowing curtains; as the slight breeze catches them.


Teddy Bears Picnic- Styled By Chanel.



"This month, Chanel is a guest of honour at iconic London department store Harrods. This exciting collaboration includes an exclusive, limited edition Chanel make-up collection, and the transformation of the entire store into a 'world of Chanel'."

Above picture: tiny teddies kitted out with Chanel blazers and knitwear... aaawww.

I wish I was a tiny teddy, so that I could live with them all on that shelf... Because then, when everybody left the store at night, I could have tea party's, and parade around the department in Chanel with all the other tiny little teddy's, alll nightttt longgg.

Very very jealous.

Click HERE to have a peek at some more of Chanel's Harrods wonderland: Courtesy of STYLIST.co.uk

Pretty Kitty's




YAY, it's Autumn, FINALLY!! As it's my absolute favey season out of the lot of them, I decided to pay tribute to this special time of year (Via my header), I do hope you all like.

With Autumn in mind, LOOK at these pretty little ladies; The MOST PERFECT Autumn shoes EVVVER!
They're like little shoesies, sent from the heavens above, made for angels to wear.. maybe this is what baby kitties come back as when their 9 life's run out?
Anyway, I just thought I'd post this as a sort of subtle published prayer to the heavens: maybe an angel will take pity on me and decide to send me some (Via stork).

P.s I'm a size 7.

xx

Sunday, 4 September 2011

It's NEVER too early to start writing a Christmas list.




So it turns out that shopaholism actually is a proper illness- well I know it exists because I've witnessed it in action; and when I say I've witnessed it, I mean, I'm the one actually taking part in the (subconsciously) obsessive over shopping- although it's more commonly known as oniomania.

ANYWAY, on friday I found myself browsing about all my favey shops, after using the excuse that I was 'off to visit the Gallery of Modern Art, to try to find some inspiration for my current project' (words can't explain how much I HATE that place).

After quite a long day of window shopping; trying on, and having the will power to refrain from buying anything at all- well, not entirely true, I did buy this really beautiful black jersey t-shirt from Topshop, but that's a basic necessity, so it doesn't really count- I decided it was time to call it a day and head home... UNTIL I realised that I had completely and utterly forgot to visit Zara- sometimes actually a one hit wonder, once in every blue moon I find the most beautifully cut little item- so naturally, I couldn't just walk buy, and plus, I had HALF AN HOUR until my train arrived.

So in I walked, when my eyes caught sight of the most delicious thing I'd seen in quite a little while, I mean it actually had my heart racing.
It was like the perfect winter wear, except it looked like it had been designed for angels.


I'd found new love.


WHY.



OH EM GEE.
I feel like I NEED this in my life. It's like heaven in winter wear.
If there was a way for me to skip this months rent, live in a box on the street, outside my flat for a full month; for the chance to own this coat; then I would do it.

Currently crying a river.

No wait, that's an understatement.