Saturday, 23 July 2011

Wino, 1983 - 2011.

This is not categorically a standard are you dressing up or dressing down? post but I felt it was an obligatory gesture.
Amy Winehouse was found dead today in her North London home, aged only 27.

Police are treating her death as a suspected OD but it is officially 'unexplained' as of yet. Predictable? Definitely. This doesn't make it any less tragic. Her name will be reluctantly added to the list of lyrical legends who prematurely passed away at this exact age: Kurt Cobian, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison to name but a few. The idols of the live-fast-die-young trend who's life in the fast lane unfortunately caught up with them all too soon. Another unprecedented addition to the notorious 'Club 27'.

Fears were confirmed at that infamous stage performance in Belgrade, last month that her drug demons were haunting her power to stay off the hard stuff. Having watched the youtube videos of said gig, I am amazed she was even allowed on stage in such a state, barely intelligible, mumbling the same lyrics that had won her countless of globally recognized awards. Three days after her co-performance with god-daughter Dionne Bromfield, Amy was to be found comatosed beyond revival efforts of the paramedics. This was the star's last appearance. Shocked but not suprised was the reaction that echoed around her Camden home as mourners gathered outside.

A messy life, marred with drugs and alcohol, alongside an equally messed up partner - Blake, Amy was never far from the front pages of the tabloids, for all the wrong reasons. We've all done bad things, scrutinised to such an unimagineable extent that Amy's life was, is the distinct difference. A devestating shame that her wild-child ways unashamedly stole the limelight from her life as a talented musician.

My twitter feed has been inundated since the news broke this afternoon and only rightly. One of my favourites read: "It's a sign of just how influential a person is when their death sparks every tweet on your Twitter timeline for an hour". I hope that the country stands unanimous in their condolences with the family and that her bad habits are overshadowed by her musical legacy.

A devestating end to a short-lived life, hearts out to her family and friends.

Vino in tribute of wino.


trending: glitter bomb.

This beats cutting your throat to shreds in an attempt to absorb maximum alcoholic 'goodness'.

Back in April when I was important enough to attend autumn / winter '12 kidswear press days, Bon Point on Marylebone High Street imprints a fond memory. The cutest couture house of them all.

Tucked away under the main store, an impressive set of minature, velvet, dolly dresses, cherry blossom knits and prettified plaid lay before us.

I will save the beauty of the clothes for later; stood before us were those tiny booties in all their glittery glory, glistening sheepishly under every angle of the light. Pink for the girls, silver for the boys. Mesmerized wouldn't be an exaggertaion; they guided the three of ours attention for a good part of the thirty minute guide around the labels upcoming offerings.

And would you look at that; every tom, dick and harry high-fashion and high-street house has only gone and cottoned onto this stroke of genius. Bon Point were on the money and I can only salute them for this.

My favourites:
 ModCloth, Christian Louboutin, TOPSHOP, Giuseppe Zanotti

Over and out.


Thursday, 21 July 2011

down by the river (again).

Was forced to make this jazzy number mine yesterday after the arsey assistant refused to take back this skirt which had basically turned to shit in the wash. Good deed gesture, you say. Over it, it was a tenner and I had had my beady eye on it when it was full price. Everyone's a winner.

This is what I wore this evening >>>>
Jamie jeans, leather biker, 'WASPY' wedges, embellished tank: TOPSHOP

Awkward? Just a little bit. Can you tell I ain't done one of these in a while? Yes, hence the awkward face / stance / everything.

The head-to-toe TOPSHOP wasn't intentional- alreet sell out. My sister actually added the studs to pimp this standard staple. She bought 1000 pin-on studs for a couple of quid from eBay. Go try it.

In other news, I am employed. Get excited, nat. Who wants to work? Answer: no one. Such as life, a means to an end. The world ain't my oyster just yet, London will have to wait. Not unless anyone fancies offering me an editorial / journalist / writing / stylist postion on a plate? Long shot.

But seriously do ya?


Monday, 18 July 2011

koople up.

Lame play on words, doesn't take a genius to figure out who or what I'm gassing about.

Feast your eyes on the eagerly anticipated lastest lookbook from French brand, The Kooples. I am digging on this. For the girls and the boys.
All images: Kooples website

Raspberry hues, leather trims and immaculate tailoring. Yes please. I am definitely more of a winter wardrobe fan. 

And this is why.