N U . Y O I K

Mark McNairy, $195.

V . V

This is the gorgeous Jasmin from Vintage Vandalizim. Amazing personal style wrapped round her 40's pin-up curves makes for addictive blog following. New role model alert.

S C R U F F . C R U S H

I love all the new clean trends, white tailorings, linear colour blocking, the new modernity but I can't help my biological genetic make up. I'm a scruffy cow.

Scruff-chic by the Olsen's. I could never get sick of these girls.
Over sized cape coat, pencil skirt and baggy jumper, I love the fluidity of the outfit. Powder blue and sunflower yellow.My absolute favourite... leather and texture coat, head to toe back and beaten up chelsea boots. (This is actually an average small bottle of Evian we can see MK clutching in her paw just to give you a ratio to ratio idea of how tiny these girls are. It's like holding a penny beside Thumbalina in her mugshot.) All images from Olsen Anonymous.

W H Y . W H Y . R I - R I ?

I'm so confused! I heard this song for the first time on new years eve at the O2 Arena. Everyone knew the words and sung along. Me, oblivious. Three months in Peru and I find the biggest thing I missed out on is not being able to recognise a few tunes in the club. Anyway, I'm a Rihanna fan. I like this song. I just hate the video so bad.

What the fuck is she wearing? What, did her record label run a competition "win the chance to style Rihanna's next video"? It is awful!



I can understand why they never show her feet in the video now. EDIT: Actually, it's the shoes that I find the most offensive! Current shoe trends are so strong at the moment. High street brands are giving designers a real run for their money in the shoe stakes. So, why is she wearing Office brouge heels from four years ago?
“The fashion wardrobe for teens and young adults today is focused on trendy shoes. Footwear is the signature piece, especially in the urban markets, that these consumers are using to express who they are.” - Marshal Cohen

So Rihanna, what do those shoes say about you?


Unsure what's going on with the two tone legs? Take a closer look.

D R O O L

This outfit is perfectly laid back. Chic and scruffy.

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®