Posts in January, 2013
The commuter is a breed endemic to London. It is a species most commonly observed between the hours of 07.00 to 08.45 and 18.00 to 19.30 when it leaves its nest to socialize, work in groups, and feed. It can be distinguished by the populations’ sharpened elbows, its call – a collection of sighs and grunts, and its inclination to move at an alarmingly rapid speed when situated to the... ...READ MORE
[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="461"] Paris Menswear Fashion Week: Autumn/Winter 2013[/caption] The Paris autumn/winter shows for men have drawn to a close and although I wasn't there (I will be awaiting my invite for 2014), it would appear that the malnourished hipster-types hailing from Dalston were ahead of their time, and ankle skimming trousers have been confirmed as 'in'. At 5ft2, the hip bone down in most male models is in... ...READ MORE
...why not try a man's shirt on for size? It is one of the eternal images of sexiness. Girl awakes in a foreign king-sized bed and reaches for the first item of clothing that she can get her hands on to cover her modesty. Dishevelled on the floor is a slightly tousled white shirt, still baring the faint perfume of sex, smoke and cocktails sipped the night before. She pulls... ...READ MORE
From the age of nine to thirteen my grandmother tried to teach me to knit, enticing me with brightly coloured balls of wool with the potential to yarn myself a kaleidoscopic wardrobe of outerwear. The world was my fluffy oyster, all I needed was patience. Aaaaah, that. For all my hours spent knitting one and purling two, all I had ever produced was a wonky burgundy scarf that wouldn't keep... ...READ MORE
http://vimeo.com/54231687# F#ck yeah (girl in) menswear F#ck yeah, menswear has made it from tumblr to tabletop! Devoted fans can now flick through these mad rhymes, brilliant images and witty remarks of some rather talents fashionistos. It's one of the funniest things I've got my mits on since Sh#t fashion girls say and being a D#ckhead is cool. ...READ MORE
Like most young girls born in the latter part of the 80’s our teeny-bopper years were shrouded with a love for virgin socks, Tetris and the Spice Girls. My virgin socks were imported from a young Alicia Silverstone in Clueless, the timeless chick-flick, loosely based on Jane Austen’s Emma. My hemline skimming hosiery was accessorised with my game boy, and my walkman tunelessly belted out the SPICE album purchased for a whopping great £12.99... ...READ MORE