ANNIE

...Lennox.

Strong, Scottish and a bit mental. Probably why I like her so much.

TAN-AIR-LINES

I have an obsession with tanlines.

R E P E A T . O F F E N D E R

Princess Beatrice and her irritating compulsion to put 'stuff' on her head summed up in pictures. They are not hats, these are catastrophes of a global level strapped to her cranium. Some sort of intervention is needed. Get me Kofi Annan on the blower A-SAP

So let's start with her latest, and perhaps most famous 'hatccident'. It looks like a deer head mount usually found on the walls of old castles or American log cabins, but surely with those teeth the hat should be wearing her and not the other way around?*

*Tad harsh, I admit.

This monochrome flying saucer looks ready for take off.


Powder blue is a gorgeous colour against her chestnut tresses however a blue bird of paradise that looks like the cat's been at it is not.

The point of a fascinator is that it's supposed to be 'fastened' to your head, not floating mysteriously next to it.

"Slate this in Heat Magazine and I'll dash you down'



It's just too big to be a beret, init?

Oh for fucks sake!

"Oh nah nah, what's one's name?"

Another feathery-fail.

Stay out of the garden, Bea.

Been hanging out with Alice and big talking rabbit eh?

A N T I . B I R T H D A Y

I have decided to cancel my birthday this year which would have been tomorrow. Tad depressing but fear not, I think I have about another 35 to 40 of them left in me.

B Y E . B Y E

So I'm off to Peru for 3 months to live with a family in the shanty town of Pachacutec. I'm going with a NGO charity called Platform2 who are also supported by Christian Aid. Come say teary bye bye's while I drink cheap umbrella decorated cocktails and dance erratically (ha , was almost erotic according to spell checker) to old school garage. Can you dance erotically to old school garage? If so my new career may be an exotic garage dancer. Shut up Jess...

This Friday at he cheesy-chic Anatolia, around 9pm till whenever my feet hurt and I insist on leaving in order to buy chips.

S P E A K . Y O U R . M I N D

I was invited along to a spoken word event at Westminster Uni by my new friend and fellow Platform2 volunteer, Zi. Bit sceptical about the whole spoken broken poetry thing but I was completely blown away with the whole thing. Particularly Holie McNish, who was accompanied by her partner and their baby girl both sat in the audience. Please check out her website and donate generously to download her album PUSH KICK, all based on pregnancy and motherhood. Funny, moving, harrowing and spoken with such strength. Click here > http://holliemcnish.bandcamp.com/

W I T H . L O V E . F R O M . M A R C

I was petrified I'd get mugged in New York. I had no idea how to navigate my way round its grid system "And where the hell is Barney's?".

If six days on my own in NYC was like a crash course on how to be a New Yorker, then I passed with flying colours.

Within hours of touching down in the US I was standing in Times Square eating one dollar pizza and chatting to a bunch of NYPD cops at 1am. Day two I went to a the Ezer fashion show and had $40 nicked, and by day six I was arguing with cab drivers with true gumption.

Of course it was fashion week and the Fash Pack were out in force. Lots of people wearing attention grabbing garms in the hope they'll end up on someone's blog. Je n'aime pas. I however was dining in Pastis while Anna Wintour sat a few tables away and someone else picked up the tab.

If there was one NYFW highlight which still makes me smile in a very coy 'I'm-Victoria-Beckham-and-I-don't-want-wrinkles' type way it was this. The mental images I was taking were exact to the ones I would spend hours trawling through on blogs and looking at in magazines. And yet here I was, touching distance away from a world previously only available on Style.com.

Presented with my ticket I walked inside. The sharp elbows London has gifted me got me a good spot between the front row and the photographers stand.

I was exactly where I am supposed be.

J E S S . R U N C I M A N - Sent from my BlackBerry®

P I N . M E . U P

This is my insiration for friday night's outfit minus the running mascara. Her body is fucking amazing also.

"Why Don't You Love Me" - Beyoncé from Beyoncé on Vimeo.

W O M A N

'As soon as you can keep yourself you can afford to love...'

- Fay Weldon, on financially independent women

I N S P O

Getting very excited about a project I'm working on.

C E L E S T E

Ode To My Alter Ego:
My alter ego is the person I want to become.
She's darker, bolder, braver.
She's a more interesting version of me.
She doesn't hold back.
She doesn't give a damn.
Sometimes, I let myself become my other I.
When she walks out and takes over,
I fall in love with who I am.
Poem taken from Illamasqua's blog



"My experience in the fashion industry has taught me to act confidently and decisively, without self-doubt." - Kelly Cutrone, 'If You Need to Cry, Go Outside'