It's only 2 days until London Fashion Week and the anticipation is killing me. I managed to blag a few invites to some shows including Bernard Chandran and Qasimi thanks to Blow PR who were nice enough to give me some tickets.
I plan to write reviews on here so people can get a taste for the shows, the garments and the atmosphere as I know how frustrating it is not being able to go! It seems so bizzare that last Fashion Week I was stood outside the entrance trying to bribe the security guards to get in to see anyone, just one little tiny show. Now, in the space of 6months, I've got invites to over 10 shows, incredible.
People who say February and March are the most boring months of the year clearly aren't interested in fashion at all. February and September are the most important months of the fashion calender and also the most nerve-racking. God knows how people like Suzy Menkez and Hilary Alexander manage to stay sane (and glamourous) watching so many shows and reporting back constantly for 4weeks. Not to mention how the designers must feel.
I plan to get to and review as many shows as I can over the next week, how exciting!
Wednesday, 18 February 2009
Monday, 9 February 2009
My favourite pair of shoes...
It was the night before Christmas and the frantic rush in Topshop was killing me. Weighed down by countless bags of presents, wrapping paper and other preparatory items, I was stopped in my tracks by possibly the most fantastic shoes on earth.
Black, suede, platform peeptoe heels with fringing down the front, giving connotations of pom-poms, waterfalls cascading and some sort of furry creature. Granted, walking around the top floor of my local Topshop Store, I look like Bambi learning to walk on ice. But, these amazing shoes give me a sense of confidence and glamour that I’ve never felt before. Christmas present for myself, done.
After wearing my new favourite platform heels on a messy night out and falling down some stairs, I still feel the same happiness and glamour of when I first slipped them onto my strangely shaped feet. Now, I’ve got into the habit of wearing my towering heels whenever I feel down, very cliché, but it works.
Black, suede, platform peeptoe heels with fringing down the front, giving connotations of pom-poms, waterfalls cascading and some sort of furry creature. Granted, walking around the top floor of my local Topshop Store, I look like Bambi learning to walk on ice. But, these amazing shoes give me a sense of confidence and glamour that I’ve never felt before. Christmas present for myself, done.
After wearing my new favourite platform heels on a messy night out and falling down some stairs, I still feel the same happiness and glamour of when I first slipped them onto my strangely shaped feet. Now, I’ve got into the habit of wearing my towering heels whenever I feel down, very cliché, but it works.
One For The Club Kids
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If you go down to the club today,
You’re in for a big surprise.
Kids pulling shapes in their acid brights,
Popping pills, snorting coke, what a sight.
Pounding beats, electro notes on the keyboard,
Surrounded by people, no room to move.
If you go down to the club today,
You’re in for a huge surprise.
Blank, eyes shut, swaying to the bass,
Sweat in the air, in your hair, dripping down your face.
Flashing lights, glo-sticks held high,
DJ, headphones on, absorbing the love from the crowd.
When you go down to the club today,
Be ready for a big surprise.
In the corner, grinding and groping,
Hands up and down, dance-floor sloping.
Heels clatter up and down the stairs,
Stumbling and laughter heard in the dingy loos.
When you go down to the club today,
don’t be too surprised,
Things aren’t always as advertised.
The Thomas Vicary A/W 09 Collection
During my internship at the lovely Fluff PR I've come across lots of designers on their books that take my fancy, Thomas Vicary being one of them. As an MA Graduate from Central Saint Martins, his craftsmanship and tailoring is superb, his most recent collection (Autumn/Winter 09) being no exception.
At Fluff we decided to host a small intimate salon show to showcase Vicarys A/W 09 collection. After weeks of planning, it was judgement day. Prepping the goodie bags became tedious but after organizing most of the contents myself, (Jodie Kidd make up, Palmers Body Gloss, Wella Hair products and various vouchers) I felt like they were my children and became strangely very attached to them. After glamming up and getting my hair done by the lovely people from Wella, people started arriving for Vicary's salon show at Home House in Portman Square.
My ensemble consisted of an LBD complete with extremely high shoes and a walkie-talkie, even though the invitation clearly stated 7.30pm, guests started arriving early and getting irritated. Back on track, the models were dressed in the beautiful tailored dresses with photos taken, by catwalking.com prior to the show, on the dramatic staircase.
It all got very frantic as the music started to pump and the models sashayed through the crowded room.
"We need a model" became catch-phrase of the night.
The collection was fantastic; an array of deep reds and black, a shredded black jacket was a particular favorite of mine. With towering hair, a very large wooden necklace, unfinished chic seams and exposed zips, the collection was a hit. Being backstage trying to organize models unfortunately meant I didn't get to see the show and the crowds reaction to the garments. Thomas Vicary shyly poked his head round the door, after some encouragement from me and my boss Ben, to recieve the applause that he deserved.
The after-party in the suite of Home House that Fluff had rented out for the night got messy, with lots of free Tanqueray gin who were the drinks sponsor for the night. Overall, the whole night made me fall in love with fashion again, seeing everything from backstage adds an excitement and exhilaration that looking on style.com can't give!
For a look at the night and some glimpses of Thomas Vicarys collection have a look on this site:
http://www.entertainment-press.biz/albums.php?albumId=77286
And for info on Fluff Pr, take a look here: www.fluffpr.com
At Fluff we decided to host a small intimate salon show to showcase Vicarys A/W 09 collection. After weeks of planning, it was judgement day. Prepping the goodie bags became tedious but after organizing most of the contents myself, (Jodie Kidd make up, Palmers Body Gloss, Wella Hair products and various vouchers) I felt like they were my children and became strangely very attached to them. After glamming up and getting my hair done by the lovely people from Wella, people started arriving for Vicary's salon show at Home House in Portman Square.
My ensemble consisted of an LBD complete with extremely high shoes and a walkie-talkie, even though the invitation clearly stated 7.30pm, guests started arriving early and getting irritated. Back on track, the models were dressed in the beautiful tailored dresses with photos taken, by catwalking.com prior to the show, on the dramatic staircase.
It all got very frantic as the music started to pump and the models sashayed through the crowded room.
"We need a model" became catch-phrase of the night.
The collection was fantastic; an array of deep reds and black, a shredded black jacket was a particular favorite of mine. With towering hair, a very large wooden necklace, unfinished chic seams and exposed zips, the collection was a hit. Being backstage trying to organize models unfortunately meant I didn't get to see the show and the crowds reaction to the garments. Thomas Vicary shyly poked his head round the door, after some encouragement from me and my boss Ben, to recieve the applause that he deserved.
The after-party in the suite of Home House that Fluff had rented out for the night got messy, with lots of free Tanqueray gin who were the drinks sponsor for the night. Overall, the whole night made me fall in love with fashion again, seeing everything from backstage adds an excitement and exhilaration that looking on style.com can't give!
For a look at the night and some glimpses of Thomas Vicarys collection have a look on this site:
http://www.entertainment-press.biz/albums.php?albumId=77286
And for info on Fluff Pr, take a look here: www.fluffpr.com
Friday, 12 December 2008
Can I try some?
My preconception of Harrods is obvious. Snooty rich people, wandering around, with bags upon bags of shopping. Shop assistants looking down their nose at people they don’t think can afford anything. Doormen with top hats.
I was pleasantly surprised when my most recent trip to Harrods ended in a very full stomach, a new choice of perfume and a smile on my face.
Entering the perfumery, thousands of different smells whirled around, overpowering my senses. “You get used to it, imagine being in here everyday, it makes your sense of smell so much better”, one sales assistant explains how she deals with it whilst offering coffee beans.
After feeling like I’ve smelt a million perfumes, I go back to my old favourite, old reliable Dior. Then, the double ‘C’ catches my eye, and the sweet smell of Coco Mademoiselle drifts around me.
Can I ditch Christian for Coco? Maybe it’s time for a change.
I was pleasantly surprised when my most recent trip to Harrods ended in a very full stomach, a new choice of perfume and a smile on my face.
Entering the perfumery, thousands of different smells whirled around, overpowering my senses. “You get used to it, imagine being in here everyday, it makes your sense of smell so much better”, one sales assistant explains how she deals with it whilst offering coffee beans.
After feeling like I’ve smelt a million perfumes, I go back to my old favourite, old reliable Dior. Then, the double ‘C’ catches my eye, and the sweet smell of Coco Mademoiselle drifts around me.
Can I ditch Christian for Coco? Maybe it’s time for a change.
Don't get your hopes up
Nearly two years ago, after making an impromptu trip to the Tate Modern, I got my first tattoo inspired by a sculpture, by Marcel Duchamp, I saw on my visit. So, the Tate Modern already has a place deep in my heart.
Walking up South Bank on a blustery Wednesday afternoon, complete with scarf-on-head to protect from the rain, the anticipation of seeing the sculpture again, that influenced my life, hit me. With the warehouse-like building looking almost oppressing, I felt something wasn’t right.
Making my way hastily through the other exhibition’s, dragging a very uninterested male friend behind me; I came across the case where Marcel Duchamp’s “Rose Sélavy” sculpture used to be. Used-to-be.
Rekindling my love for fashion...
Recently, my spare time has been filled with begrudgingly looking at pictures of catwalk shows on Style.com.
Prancing into Harvey Nichols on a chilly Wednesday morning suddenly made my entire catwalk gawking and stalking feel worth while. The bright, clean perfumery and make-up floor gave the department store a slightly clinical feel. But, how was I to know that, up the escalator I would find something that would make my heart beat faster than seeing Jude Law in the Epsom Grill.
I was starting to think that I was falling out of love with fashion, which saddened me. Until I saw a pair of leggings. Bizarre, I know, but these leggings made me feel nothing I had ever felt before. After staring at the Autumn/Winter 2008 Alexander McQueen show pictures in awe, I never thought that in front of me would be something he created. A pair of black leggings totally covered in sequins, amazing.
After this close encounter with a genius and embarrassing myself after seeing an amazing pair of Christian Louboutin shoes, it was time to go. It was time to go before the after-fashion glow wore off.
Prancing into Harvey Nichols on a chilly Wednesday morning suddenly made my entire catwalk gawking and stalking feel worth while. The bright, clean perfumery and make-up floor gave the department store a slightly clinical feel. But, how was I to know that, up the escalator I would find something that would make my heart beat faster than seeing Jude Law in the Epsom Grill.
I was starting to think that I was falling out of love with fashion, which saddened me. Until I saw a pair of leggings. Bizarre, I know, but these leggings made me feel nothing I had ever felt before. After staring at the Autumn/Winter 2008 Alexander McQueen show pictures in awe, I never thought that in front of me would be something he created. A pair of black leggings totally covered in sequins, amazing.
After this close encounter with a genius and embarrassing myself after seeing an amazing pair of Christian Louboutin shoes, it was time to go. It was time to go before the after-fashion glow wore off.
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