Wednesday, 24 November 2010


This is the result of Ford and Roitfeld having a creative tete a tete in the French Vogue offices, j'adore. BEAUCOUP.

Might be a bit a bit of a snug fit in the old Christmas stocking but this is the only filler I'm after opening on the 25th.


Everyone's favourite nutty housewife is set to be the face of the new Versace Spring/Summer campaign - having been wined and dined by none other than Donaleather herself.

Make a bit of a change from this a few years ago non?

Read my piece all about it over at Motilo.

Tuesday, 23 November 2010


So last night saw the preview of the latest variation on Marc Jacob's favourite fragrance, Daisy, take place at Il Bottaccio in London's Belgravia. 

Guests were treated to the rare sight of a real-life horse upon entrance into the swanky do, decorated in an abundance of floral insignia of course. To drink there were the usual fruity martini's, as well as gold or pink champagne, mojito's with a twist and AMAZING crab cakes with lime mayo to soak it all up.

After a few cocktails a steady stream of partygoers jostled to take centre stage in the creation of their very own 'flip book' - but instead of recreating the childhood scenes you may remember from your youth, the 'stars' as it were danced the Charleston and held up signs declaring "I Heart Marc Jacobs" in between fits of hysteria. 

Upon leaving, (not too late, before the alcohol could do any damage) there was a generous goody bag provided, including a hefty bottle of the new fragrance - which is "Eau So Fresh" as it describes - a daisy encrusted lollipop and clear make up bag perfect for the most decadent of RyanAir travels.

Wednesday, 17 November 2010


Finally managed to get my hands(!) on the sold out EVERYWHERE Barry M Instant Nail Effects. Fierce non? Love the juvenile, free with a copy of J-17 aesthetic, matching toes gets you extra smile points.
Check out my piece on Motilo for the full deets.

Tuesday, 16 November 2010


I will add words to this when I am not so excited. 

Karen Elson is all I can manage to say for now.

And maybe gold cuffs to the left - bloody hell I need a lie down.

Sunday, 14 November 2010


...a word that chimes in your chest like a bell. Berlin, a place so bright it pulls down the stars and wears them around it's neck."

As you may be able to guess, someone's been on vay-cay. Knowing nothing about Berlin we arrived on thursday with no awareness of the time, and not a clue where we were going. After standing like Joey and Chandler with the map rotating like a pig on a spit in our hands we finally made it to our amazing hotel - think Marie Antoinette meets The Graduate... Sounds weird I know. 

That night saw the launch of the third issue of the bi-annual style book that is Twin Magazine. Bar Soju played host in the Kreuzberg district and had a definite 'east' vibe but maintained the city's unusual feel of emptiness, apart from the club which was packed and smokey - which was a treat as going outside in this weather to indulge in one's dirty habit is becoming more and more tedious/treacherous. There was karaoke going in the loo as well as free drinks - natch; all in all a good night even though the following morning was slightly marred by the after effects.

Friday, despite the painful start, was our main day to do 'tourist' stuff, see the sights, eat the schniztel etc. After accidentally ordering what appeared to a chicken nugget baguette for brekkie, we ventured out in search of nice parks and iconic structures. After a brief wander past the zoo which was up the road from where we were staying, we waved at an elephant and jumped on a bus hoping to find the Holocaust Memorial, or as I knew it: "the thing with all the concrete bits sticking up". Not a great way to garner useful directions from the natives really. Finding this place seemed harder than locating Nemo, yet find it we did after a couple of hours walking pretty much everywhere apart from around the corner where it actually was; and as much as I'm 'down' with 'street art' and stuff - it wasn't exactly helpful.

The rest of the day passed in a lovely fashion, bar me ordering what pretty much amounted to a milk slush puppy. Travelling back the next morning was not so fun as all the sweet freebies we got in the goody bags from the party were disposed of before our eyes at the airport: Bumble and Bumble hair stuff included. The creme de la creme of bastard transport staff behaviour came in the form of ripping out the inside of my treasured Vintage Zippo lighter which I got for my birthday a few weeks ago, even though it was fine to take there. So arrived back in England feeling a little violated - but don't worry Berlin, Ich liebe dich noch immer.