Showing posts with label Dalston house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dalston house. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 July 2010

Ding ding ding - all change!

Long time I hear you cry! Last time you did this you promised it wouldn't happen again. I know, I know, but this time it really has been exceptional circumstances; for not only have I left my job to go freelance, BUT I'm also moving house - all in the space of 3 days...yes, one life changing event per week simply isn't enough for me! So, I hope you'll be able to forgive me, and that you've kept yourselves amused reading old posts and watching the footie!

It's been a long, hot, emotional week, but here are some things that made me smile and filled my heart with joy...

Here I am giving a masterclass in how NOT to pose. I was the office fire marshal (oh yes - many strings to my bow!), and as if by magic (and much to everyone's amusement) on my last day we had a fire drill. Now, when I got dressed in my glorious Zambian jumpsuit yesterday morning it hadn't occurred to me that by midday I'd be accessorising with a hi-vis vest. Having said that I have to say I think it kinda works. On this occasion I decided to simply knot it - in the past I've belted, but I thought it might be a bit much this time. Anyway - all of this was enough to get me a shout out on Graziadaily - beyond flattered!


My recent (Marc by) Marc Jacobs obsession continues with my lovely leaving gift from work. It's an absolute beast of a wallet, with space for about 20,000 credit cards. I have none, but my Nandos, Nectar and Boots cards are all now most comfortable and accessible!


My darling Nompas (complicated PJ - sorry!) brought me this phenom Tatty Devine necklace. I like to think of them as wings of freedom - v fitting! Thank you Nompas!


How cute is this! My fabulous Editor brought me this slightly mental Sonia by Sonia Rykiel bag as a farewell gift. I've been wanting a new cross-body bag for a while now, and it's made from THE softest silkiest Nylon - mucho snuggly! I heart.

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Sunny tales from Costa del Dalston

I’m afraid this post comes with a bit of a smug warning, as it’s been on of those perfect weekends. You know, the ones where it feels like you’re on the best holiday ever despite the fact you’re just round the corner from your house. I don’t care what they say, there’s nothing better than a sunny weekend in London town, and it’s been an absolute scorcher in the Costa del Dalston.

Saturday
I had friends visiting yesterday, so there was no choice but to head down to Broadway market/ London Fields for a spot of scoffing and posing. Apart from a spot of sunburn (I seemed to forget I was white yesterday – bag for London fields contained camera, phone, wallet, water, cider…practical as ever), and a shooting (which brought everyone down to reality with a bump), it was a brrrriliant day.

I debuted my new blue visor, which I got after seeing the Beauty girls had called a selection in for an upcoming shoot, and realised it’s absolutely what I needed this summer. Cheap and practical – what’s not to love? (YES, I told you I was sunburnt - SO not chic)!

We even managed to round it all off by stumbling upon the perfect summer party. Perfect I hear you say, I don’t believe it! Well I’m sorry, but it’s true…and just to rub it in, here’s why…
A. It was on a roof. All the best parties take place on roofs. There’s something insanely glamorous and uninhibited about a party on a roof.
B. The party basics were all on point – delish bbq, cold beer and good music.
C. We weren’t really invited. Well, we were, but only because we were walking past. Nothing like a spot of spontaneity to break up the 9 -5.
D. It was full of beautiful interesting people we didn’t know, but wanted to.
E. It was all for a good cause – raising money for a film project in the Brazil’s biggest Favela.

Cla and Suz up on the roof - purtey!

Obv’s I did a spot of style spotting in-between drinks, and here’s my best dressed girl and boy…..

Sebadee Smith
Looks easy, but it’s not – it’s not every man who can carry off a turn-up. I’ve always had a thing for the preppy look, and love Sebadee’s naughty boy twist on it.

Lovely lady (yes, no name, oops)!
Jumpsuit right? Wrong. It’s actually a top and trousers, which infuriatingly she brought for the insanely bargainous price of £2 on Roman Road….and that’s exactly where you’ll find me next Saturday!

Sunday
Just to fulfil the twee Hackney-ite stereotype I wandered down to Columbia Road this morning – mainly because I finally acknowledged that I could probably do with a spot of exercise, but couldn’t face the gym. It was delightful and very much like stepping into a Richard Curtis film, so look away now if happy smiley people being organic and fairtrade turns you stomach….

Brought these vintag-y buttons for £4, which I thought was quite a steal. Not sure exactly what I'm going to do with them yet - any suggestions??

My exotic bouquet, and seriously good coffee, mmm mmm mmm. I'm such a caffeine snob, and this one really hit the spot.

Me and me Hyacinths. You can't beat them, so stylish and fragrant - happy days!

Sunday, 21 February 2010

Sunday.....was not a day of rest

Urgh - I've been in technological HELL for the last 24 hours. It was at about this time last night that I headed East to re-fuel (i.e. have my first hot meal in 2 days), and update my blog. 24 hours later (and with the help of amazing IT god from work) it's up! Apparently I was attempting to load videos of epic proportion....oops! Anyway - a day after every other fashion blog in the universe, here is what I saw, loved and wasn't so sure about yesterday!
p.s. After 3 hours of faffing around with this I passed out in bed with a family size pack of Doritos and missed the Mulberry and Westwood parties last night - loser!

OMG – so, there’s no other news to go in on, other than that I was with in, well, sneezing distance of Janet Jackson! Yes, of all people you don’t expect to see at LFW – let alone at the Todd Lynn show! She just came from nowhere. One minute I was sitting there handing out grapes from the bottom of my Prada, the next there were a million photographers jumping each other to try and get to someone. When Fleur from Oasis said it was Janet I honestly thought she was taking the piss (just seconds earlier she’d said it was Whitney, so you can hardly blame me)! Anyway, there she was, Janet bloody Jackson sitting right there in front of me….madness, madness I tell you. Needless to say I can hardly recall a thing about the collection because I spent the whole time starring at her and trying to remember to breath! Anyway, apart from that I’ve been a rather busy and productive girl today…especially considering I’ve only had FOUR hours sleep – sick. I’ve just popped home to eat, try and have a nap (which now ain’t gonna happen) and generally re-group before the parties tonight and I’m finding it hard to remember what I’ve done today. Have just looked through my pics though and it seems my day has been something like this…
9am – Betty Jackson
10am – Richard Nicoll
11ish – back to the office to change my shoes and tights as I got drenched (shock horror my £11 pumps leak)
1 – Matthew Williamson
2.15 – Todd Lynn
3.30 – Mulberry presentation
4.30 – Julien Macdonald (which I missed as someone told me it had moved venues and it hadn’t – nice)!
6.15 – home to refuel and rest!

So, today I’ve been a bit obsessed with filming the shows on my FLIP – I hope you like. I just thought that I’m not great at getting pics….in my defence it’s quite hard because my camera’s not amazing (if anyone wants to donate one please feel free), and also I’m never really gonna get a clear shot from the 5th row! I thought it was quite nice and atmostpheric to do videos anyway though – ya know, hear the music, watch the models stomp and all that….so get your seasickness tablets at the ready, buckle your seatbelts and come on a fashion ride!

Might nightmare mess of a bedroom as I haven't been in it, awake, for more than 15 minutes for about a week

Today breakfast was free courtesy of the ‘Fashionista Soup Kitchen for poor and hungry fashion journalists’ aka. the press lounge in the BFC tent at Somerset house…

Betty Jackson
The show was far too pagan for me at times – head scarves and utilitarian lines. Some cute leather crop tops were the only nod to sex (but then even a nun wouldn’t go to Betty Jackson for raunch). There was some fluro orange fabric scarily like the one I brought in Zambia. The return or corduroy – the jury’s still out on that – it does tend to make me look a bit chunk of thigh – and a yummy droplet of double denim. Honestly there wasn’t anything I’d buy, BUT (yes, it is a big but) Betty Jackson’s a British fashion institution, and it was an honour to see her show.


Richard Nicoll
Velvet, bull dog clips jewellery (by Erikson Beamon), chiffon, burnt orange, ice blue, dusky blues, square satin back packs. Beautiful, sensual – a fashion masterclass, I WANT IT ALL!


Matthew Williamson
So, I had a standing ticket for MW – to be honest I was surprised to even get a ticket (until I got there and realised they’d literally invited anyone who’d ever uttered the word ‘Fashion’), so was just happy to be there. Standing turned out to be as good as FROW though, so I thought I’d take advantage and film the entire show for you. I’ve never really been a big Williamson fan to be honest – I’ve always thought of him as designing floaty dresses with annoying necklines which are only suitable for people with no boobs in annoyingly ethnic-ish butterfly print chiffon. Anyway, I eat my words – I was blown away. The collection was far more mature and interesting than I was expecting. Colour wise there were amazing electric blues, almost fluro fuscias, smouldering bronze and even black and grey! Print wise he’s thankfully moved on from the GAP year thing and they were a lot more abstract and complex. All in all I thought a lovely show and lovely collection – shut me up!



Todd Lynn
There were boys on the catwalk at Todd Lynn – sadly none of them were sexual, but was nice all the same! Now – I have to be honest, I was slightly distracted by La Jackson, but from what I can remember there were lots of clean lines, a neutral pallete – slate, grey, black, fur and S&M leather straps all over the shop. African and Japanese warriors were apparently a theme, and this was really visible in the coats and jackets which ranged from leather and suede skin-tight armour to crazy-big shouldered Mongolian-stylee fur numbers– Wooha!


There are no words for how excited I was - still can't believe I was in the same room, breathing the same air as JJ. Apparently Todd did the clothes for her last tour so she flew in especially - amazing!

The ever fabulous Stefan Lindemann (aka Matchy Matchy) and super-stylish photographer Chiko Ohayon in the cab on the way to Mulberry


Mulberry Presentation
This is SO cute. It was only a presentation, but was honestly one of my fave fashion week moments. There was such a fun, vibrant atmosphere (jungle book sound track - utter GENIUS), and I LOVE the collection. It's all so cute and wearable, definitely my fave Mulberry shoes so far - the fluro coral ones were so beautiful. There and then I decided I want to be Mulberry girl...maybe I'll see if they'll sponsor me?! Also - this so isn't me, but how cute is the doggy!

This is Gemma Kimmings. I spotted her working in the MAC drop-in pod in the BFC tent and I was totally taken with her earring. I couldn't believe it when she told me she made it herself - how amazing - so much talent about.

Friday, 19 February 2010

Gimme an L....



...Gimme an F, Gimme a W...a press pass, a trizillion glasses of champers, and a month long hangover! Yes it's that time again, LFW is here…let the fun and games commence!

To think that this time last week I was sipping Mosi under the starry African sky, and now I’m in Dalston discussing the merits of Tosho shoes over Rupert Sanderson boots, and playing show ticket Top Trumps with Julia my Fashion Assistant housemate. Gotta say I’m mucho excited this season though (despite the fact it’s like -30 outside and I’m probably gonna catch pneumonia because I can’t afford cabs); I have my blog, my tailor-made Zambian outfits, and an awesome new fringe - so bring it on! I’m planning to hit fashion week hard, so keep tuned for lots of gossip and bitching….sorry, I mean Insider facts and show reports!

I am having a bit of a dilemma re my schedule tomorrow though....well a pair of problems really…

1. The first show I have a ticket for is Charles Anastase show at 10am. To be honest I’m really thinking I can't be fucked. I know I should go, but It's been a beyond long week, I’ve hardly slept through stress and general post-holiday disorientation, and I think I could do with a bit of a lie-in. BUT then feel like a bit of a shit for not going, and Julia's getting up for Daks at 9! They’ve only given me a standing ticket though, so I’m kinda thinking bugger it....

2. I have tickets for the official Alice in Wonderland screening - I’m desperate to see it - it's 3D, Johnny Depp (dreamy dreamy, mmm mmm mmm) is the Mad Hatter, and I think it's just what I need to take my mind of what a ghastly week I’ve just had! The problem is the screenings at 6.15, and it means I’ll miss the Ann-Sofie Back show at 7, which I also really wanna see!

Eek - decisions decisions, what to do - advice, please, now!

Saturday, 24 October 2009

The Dalston doorstop



Wow, what a morning, it may be Saturday, but there’s no rest for the wicked…or the lazy for that matter! I did the Nike+/ Grazia 10k Human Race (or 5k in my case…well I showed willing!) this morning at the horribly uncivilised hour of 10.20am. Anyway, returned home to find my fabulous housemate Holly using her Nike hi-tops as a doorstop – LOVE IT! They’re actually men’s, and she rocks them with her skinny or boyfriend cut jeans. It’s all about the Swoosh today!

p.s. get ya own Nike Dalston doorstop at ASOS – or if you have a slightly larger budget check out these babies by UES.