Friday, 26 June 2009


Its that time of year again . You sit down In front of the TV, or as the weather has been so brilliant, bask outside in the radiant sunshine whist listening to 5 live. Its Wimbledon, Yes tennis is probably the only sport, other than "important" football/rugby matches and strange sports at the Olympics, I properly got into the diving, that I don't mind sitting down and wasting a day watching it. I even want to go as far to say that I know most of the rules, but I cant watch the women's tennis, I feel dirty, its like German porn, all grunting and all just for show. I'm not being sexist but women's tennis is a little bit rubbish, its not exciting seeing a woman prance about in a short skirt, I'd rather see a man in a headband with his "guns out". Like most of the British public I am in the sudden need to pick up a tennis racket, which has been gathering dust in the corner of my room, its the tennis bug.
As I sit here typing this Federer has won, Yes I was there with my little Swiss flag, which I stole when I was on holiday, waving it like a mad man for 4 hours. I can only imagine what the country would be like if Andy Murray got through, my mother would of probably forced me to paint the union jack on my face, No that's a lie she would banish any face paint from the house and probably take us out, away from any TV or radio and let me and my brother sweat it out until we get home and have to watch the highlights.
Also at my school our houses are named after sports stadiums, and yes I am in Wimbledon house. Like the facebook message I sent my best friend "its time for our house to shine."

Phwoar Tennis x

Tuesday, 23 June 2009

Biker Chic

Marianne Faithfull
I wish I could remember which magazine this was in

Sunday, 21 June 2009

Matchy Matchy

Jade, who was captured by garance dore is one of those mesmerising examples of a block colour outfit and I want to stand up and start enthusiastically clapping, (ala that concluding scene in every naff american romcom) for the genius of this pink pairing. the nude belt is all that ensures she teeters and avoids that fine line of matchy matchy prep.

Saturday, 20 June 2009


I chanced copies of these beautiful videos over at bien dans da peau and at first I assumed they had been created by some anonymous Scandinavian film director, a little speck in the gigantic sphere of Youtube.

Alas, further investigation led me to discover that they are indeed the videos accompanying Stella McCartney's special collections. I was a little disappointed, as I find my first assumption appealing, however it cannot be denied that these videos perfectly epitomise the femininity of the Stella McCartney brand and upon realising this was the project on which Stella had collaborated with the fabulous artist Sir Peter Blake it all made sense.Produced and directed by the Net A Porter team, the videos could easily be mistaken for the brainchild or Sofia Coppola or Tim Walker.

They are a visual treat and I'm sure for those of you who go a little weak at the knees when thinking of ponies, broderie anglaise and barefoot bike rides (who doesn't?) you'll find these a incarnation of your favourite girlish daydreams. I don't think I'm alone in wishing that my days during this summer will consist of spontaneous climbing of Magnolias (even more wishful seeing as they bloom in spring..) or ducking through floral jungles in creamy suits. Or wading through chilly rivers in my knickers with my best friend.

Ah, dream on, dream on..

Of course, they're more effective when viewed together, but I think "Poem" is my favourite, for that mouthwatering combination of the pink hydrangeas against the girls' suits.

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

In the begging of the year like many people I set myself new years resolutions, and as it is the middle of the year I'm going to see if i kept to any of them ...
1. Pass My GCSE's
2. Learn The Guitar
3. Make My First Short Film
4. Take Proper Photographs
5. Lose Weight
6. Read More Books
7. And stop biting my nails

1. Well I will have to wait a couple of months but, which is totally not like me, I revised. I mean I have spent the last two months with my head buried in revision guides trying to cram knowledge which I wished I had learnt first time round. Saying that I do feel quite confident like the whole of my family have said "you have done your best"

2. I think I can be let off here I have been a bit busy to go out get my guitar re-stringed and then try and teach myself to play, unlike the great myth surrounding women I cannot multi task.

3. I have had about a million ideas, that hopefully now with this big break ahead of me these ideas will materialise. I am currently poised with camera in hand.

4. Well I have just arrived home with my photos which have been developed, Yes Boots, but crikey I have spent some serious money on getting them developed. Well my mother will be happy that I did not spend that money on another Breton shirt.

5. Yes, I have completed at least one, well I have lost a tiny bit. It was not like I was obese in the first place but the dreaded prom dress seems to fit perfectly.

6. Actually I have read more books than I ever have. See mother all this time I have off I am doing educational things. Any strange weird looking book and I will probably read it.

7. To stop biting my nails has been my resolution for the past 4 years and I have still not done it. I have tried everything; that foul tasting spray you put on the end, I have tried to ignore my hands, by wearing gloves, I have also tried to find a habit to take its place. But no nothing seems to help

Wednesday, 3 June 2009

Sevigny Marry Me

The Legends Return

I saw this on the Internet its a little sneak preview of the Arctic Monkeys new album

"Frontman Alex Turner, fresh from his expansive forays in The Last Shadow
Puppets, has retained that laconic croon, while his bandmates extol the same
Scott Walker influences in the music, injecting the Arctics with a new sound
that sends them onto wild soundscaping adventures. The confidence of the
musicianship on show is stunning - they have completely defied any expectations
or presumptions to explore the depths they can reach when stepping foot outside
their accepted styles. Lyrically, Turner is his usual eloquent self, but has
definitely graduated into an incomparable writer whose themes twist and turn
through stories and allegories so potent and profound it actually leaves one
breathless. Sloping organ patterns create a carnival-esque atmosphere across the
album, but it’s a spooky and ethereal trip, a lysergic cavalcade that haunts
every track."