H A P P Y . F E E T

I think I would actually be able to hear my feet sing a little bit if they ever got their toes into these. Pastel perfection by Opening Ceremony, available at Good Hood.

A . C H I L D . O F . T H E . J A G O

I adore these hats by A Child of the Jago from their AW10 collection. I used to have a black velvet bowler hat when I was about four years old and I used to wear it all the time.

Exaggerated, playful and dark. Beautiful felt, clean lines on the Aztec trim and a massive gold arrow. Amazing! But what the hell do I wear it with?

F O R T

Today I will mostly be...

R A N T

I need to figure out a way to rock shorts without the aid of two pairs of 80 denier black tights and four inch door wedges shuved under my heels. When did cleavage become an un-fashionable erongenous zone, eh? I blame idiots like Katie Price for making breasts into laughable orange objects straped to the font of womens chests like swim floats.

So why legs? I have knees that look like the faces of over fed sulky teenagers with bad skin. It's all about long, glowing, satin touch legs and, apparently, no breasts. I no longer am able to recall a time when I could "get away with" not wearing a bra. And why does everyone love loose razor back vests so much? I fucking deteste them, all they do is make my waist look the same width as my hips.

Fuck it. I'm bringing back hips and breast and teeny tiny waists cause that's all I got to go on.

T R Y . B U T . D O N ' T . B U Y

Make-believing in the changing rooms of Topshop that I own all this stuff.

N A I L Z . D I D

I T ' S . A . B L O G . E A T . B L O G . W O R L D

This is a little post to friend and fellow blogger Becky who runs a neat little blog that has something valuable to say and great taste in bags. So here it is... From London With Love X

A U C T I O N

A very lovely friend of mine gave me a tip of about an auction house that has an amazing collection for clothes, vintage, designer, couture, fashion illustrations, exhibit pieces, famous dresses won by Princess Diana and Audrey Hepburn, Chanel suits from the fifties, Dior gowns from the twenties. Seriously I've never seen anything like this before in my life and it certainly beats Ebay. Thus why I'm not telling you any more about them. But I will share a few pictures for you to drool over.

A Nicolas Ghesquière for Balenciaga coat circa 2005 that my friend is hoping to bid on.

An embroidered gold tulle tabard, circa 1910-1912, worked in raised silver and gold threads, the train hem adorned with gold thread rouleaux and pom-poms.

N E G L E C T

Sorry! I've been battling which harrowing mental issues like 'which dress should I keep and which should I return?' and 'why don't they have them in a size 38?'. If this isn't enough throw the Selfrdiges summer sale into the mix, which by the way starts on Monday at 8am for those of you sadistic enough to want to go. To make matters worse I had to endure a grueling live 20 minutes of Daisy Dares You. Yea we had no idea who she was either.



She was born in 1993 and so you have probably switched off by this point. Anyway, with this in mind I don't believe that she can truly bring anything new or communicate anything of little integrity in her music. Sorry love! If she did, she wouldn't be saying it through promo gigs with a team of PR people pulling her strings.

The best bit though which actually made me feel a huge wave of embarrassment and hilarity all at the same time. This was the group of ten or so blond DDY look-a-likey's, all sporting crop tops, large headphones and dancing to the sound of deadly silence.

Whoever was behind that PR & Marketing idea should be, well...