Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Sunday, November 4, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
COS x GREEN SOCCER JOURNAL
So someone told me about this collab a little while ago but I'm very good at keeping things under my proverbial hat (i.e. - forgetting). An odd pairing, perhaps, but no doubt very stylish. Football is no longer the sport loved by beer guzzling skinheads, being a casual is cool and slightly metrosexual in a scandinavian way, didn't you know? Check out The Green Soccer Journal if you're not yet acquainted.
Fellas, here is your chance to scrub up well with 20% off. For a close up of the deets click here, and to shop the new COS collection online click here.
Monday, September 3, 2012
POP INTO PALACE
For one week only... by next month you won't be able to swing your Proenza Schouler handbag in Dalston without hitting someone wearing a Palace tee, and I fear by Christmas Joey Essex will have asked Santa lay off the Supreme gear and sort him one of these instead. So get in there first and tell those little hipster bastards who's a FASHION BOSS. You'll be in excellent company with the likes of Rihanna...
Labels:
Dalston,
London,
Palace,
Pop Up,
Rihanna,
Shopping,
Skateboards,
Stoke Newington
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
E Y E . P A D S
I need to invest in some 'hater-blockers'.
Vintage Cazals from Zone7Style
The PO0714SM Steve McQueen sunglasses in black by Persol
Spitfire clip on sunglasses available from Oak NYC

Daddy B sunglasses by Oliver Peoples
Vintage Cazals from Zone7Style

The PO0714SM Steve McQueen sunglasses in black by Persol

Spitfire clip on sunglasses available from Oak NYC


Daddy B sunglasses by Oliver Peoples

H A W T
Is the great British mythical summer upon us? I can't quite tell but while the sun is out, so are our white bits. The FOX short by Orlebar Brown £105. I don't think there is a woman alive who has a cellulite percentage low enough to wear these. However I'm sure some will try. I do love them though.

My favourite colours being the Olive and Fuchsia. Each offering a parallel universe of of different outfit combinations yet are quintessentially the same garment.


My favourite colours being the Olive and Fuchsia. Each offering a parallel universe of of different outfit combinations yet are quintessentially the same garment.

Thursday, April 7, 2011
S H O E . H O R N
I want to be a cart horse, clip clop, clip clop, clip clop.
All shoes from nelly.com mind you it's a Scandinavian website so unless you speak danish, dutch swedish or german it might as well all be in latin. I'm still trying to work out where my 'basket' is. Good luck!

All shoes from nelly.com mind you it's a Scandinavian website so unless you speak danish, dutch swedish or german it might as well all be in latin. I'm still trying to work out where my 'basket' is. Good luck!


Friday, March 25, 2011
A Q U A . I N . E S S E X
Everyone knows that deep down I have a bit of an 'Essex gerl' in me, how this has manifested in a girl from Glasgow is a mystery, perhaps it's our cultures shared love of vajazzle grazing skirt lengths and white high heels. While watching The Only Way is Essex on Wednesday I couldn't help but notice Lydia wearing an Aqua Couture dress, ever the Queen of ASOS I am. I love Lydia's approach to clothes, she tries so hard not to dress like a stereotypical Essex girl and gives us something else to concentrate on rather than massive orange boobs and lots of sewn on crystals. Her dress is by Aqua Couture and is available on ASOS.





Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Saturday, January 15, 2011
H E E L . T O E
Saturday, December 4, 2010
H U A R A Z
I´m out of breath from walking up the stairs, the only sign of how high up we are in the Andes and I´m thankful I´ve managed to escape any other signs of altitude sickness.
We took a long 8 hour bus journey yesterday up through the Andes yesterday on snaking winding roads. The scenery was incredible. We passed tiny stone houses where famalies tended to their land and their livestock. Old women dressed in traditional Highland dress sat at their doorsteps with broad brimmed hats and colourful blankets used to carry food or childresn strapped to their backs. The bus went through Ancash which is particularly beautiful.
We are now about to eat breakfast in our gorgeous hostel, definitely the nicest one I´ve stayed in Peru so far, called Olaza´s in Huaraz. It´s almost 7am and in an hour we will be pilling into a combi bus to go to a lake further north and higher up still. The lake takes about 3 hours to walk around and apparently we will meet women tending to alpachas and their young. Later we are going to the markets which I am overly excited about. I am desperate to buy some traditional Peruvian Highland wear, not the tourist nonsence we find in the markets all over Lima. I have been very restrained up until now, knowing that I want to get the most out of the markets here and also to pay the people directly who are the real deal. Women on the street with bags of knitwear sitting knitting more. Each one finished placed in the bag for locals to buy.
Last night Issy, Megan and I made ratatoullie and baked sweet potatos with cheese. It was so nice to cook together and feed all seven Platform2 troops. We sat and ate altogether round a huge log fire and finished the vening with hot chocolate from Cusco. The leftovers will make two large pizzas for tonights dinner followed by more hot chocolate round the fire. I have wireless here so I am going to download some Christmas songs on to my iPod.
Hopefully we´ll feel more Christmassy. It doesn´t feel like Christmas at all here but the cold weather in Huaraz and shopping for presents is certainly helping.
Tomorrow morning we are getting a taxi to Rataquenua, the highest point in Huaraz, that over looks the village and the mountains. Apparently you get spectacular panoramoic views. It´s making me sick with anger that I lost my camera. I have kept my eyes open for the same model but keep finding cheaper Lumix models that I don´t want. A hard lesson to learn.
We took a long 8 hour bus journey yesterday up through the Andes yesterday on snaking winding roads. The scenery was incredible. We passed tiny stone houses where famalies tended to their land and their livestock. Old women dressed in traditional Highland dress sat at their doorsteps with broad brimmed hats and colourful blankets used to carry food or childresn strapped to their backs. The bus went through Ancash which is particularly beautiful.
We are now about to eat breakfast in our gorgeous hostel, definitely the nicest one I´ve stayed in Peru so far, called Olaza´s in Huaraz. It´s almost 7am and in an hour we will be pilling into a combi bus to go to a lake further north and higher up still. The lake takes about 3 hours to walk around and apparently we will meet women tending to alpachas and their young. Later we are going to the markets which I am overly excited about. I am desperate to buy some traditional Peruvian Highland wear, not the tourist nonsence we find in the markets all over Lima. I have been very restrained up until now, knowing that I want to get the most out of the markets here and also to pay the people directly who are the real deal. Women on the street with bags of knitwear sitting knitting more. Each one finished placed in the bag for locals to buy.
Last night Issy, Megan and I made ratatoullie and baked sweet potatos with cheese. It was so nice to cook together and feed all seven Platform2 troops. We sat and ate altogether round a huge log fire and finished the vening with hot chocolate from Cusco. The leftovers will make two large pizzas for tonights dinner followed by more hot chocolate round the fire. I have wireless here so I am going to download some Christmas songs on to my iPod.
Hopefully we´ll feel more Christmassy. It doesn´t feel like Christmas at all here but the cold weather in Huaraz and shopping for presents is certainly helping.
Tomorrow morning we are getting a taxi to Rataquenua, the highest point in Huaraz, that over looks the village and the mountains. Apparently you get spectacular panoramoic views. It´s making me sick with anger that I lost my camera. I have kept my eyes open for the same model but keep finding cheaper Lumix models that I don´t want. A hard lesson to learn.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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.
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.
Labels:
Designers,
Fashion Week,
London,
Shopping,
Vintage
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