Showing posts with label Trying It On. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trying It On. Show all posts
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Friday, May 6, 2011
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?
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?*

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?

Labels:
Celeste,
Hatccident,
Oh No She Didn't,
Style,
Trying It On
Monday, January 17, 2011
B U C K . U P
Rocking my Huaraz garms today. Supposedly today is thee most miserable day of the year, a January mid-month Monday. Fuck it, take off the duvet you've been wearing all day, put on a hat and leave the house.
Inspired by the beautiful people of Huaraz in Peru. A small cold town high up in the Andes. However these people could not be more different from the grey weather. Traditional dress is always brightly coloured, full skirts, knitted leggings, lace and silk shirts and bright knitted cardigans. To top it off these women use bright peruvian patterned blankets tied around their torsos to carry food, herbs, children and even baby animals.
Last but not least is the Huaraz hat. These tall hats are decorated with a length of hand stitched ribbon. They should be worn on the top of the head at an angle. This particular hat is identified with the traditional Huaraz dress and can be found no where else.


Inspired by the beautiful people of Huaraz in Peru. A small cold town high up in the Andes. However these people could not be more different from the grey weather. Traditional dress is always brightly coloured, full skirts, knitted leggings, lace and silk shirts and bright knitted cardigans. To top it off these women use bright peruvian patterned blankets tied around their torsos to carry food, herbs, children and even baby animals.
Last but not least is the Huaraz hat. These tall hats are decorated with a length of hand stitched ribbon. They should be worn on the top of the head at an angle. This particular hat is identified with the traditional Huaraz dress and can be found no where else.


Saturday, June 19, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
T R Y . I T . D O N T. B U Y . I T
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