I've moved on...
...to a different domain. Why, what were you thinking? The truth is, I just woke up one day and decided it's time for a change—a metamorphosis, if you will; or, in layman's terms, if Britney can shave her head, then maybe so can I? Nevertheless, it's been a rather handsome 10 years of talking to you, and thank you for putting up with all my moodswings and terrible dad jokes. Fear not! The hormonal imbalance and jokes are more terrible on CUBICLE, see you there.

FACEHUNTER by Yvan Rodric; Published by Thames & Hudson 2010; Booksigning 12th March 2010

Yvan was indeed tied to a stack of his book (well, metaphorically) as the queue for the book signing extended around the bookshelves and into the Economics & Finance area of Foyles, which I must say was starting to look a little out of place. Think of it this way, a line of professors lining up for a Antony Beevor book-signing and the tail just happened to end up in the Fashion & Styling section… (Not trying to assign stereotype that fashion lovers must all be in the creative industry/education, in case anyone wanted to get started on that.)

Yvan was incredibly friendly; Kit and I were the first few to line up so I think we were the few that had a full-fledged conversation with him: What’s your name, what’s your blog, where are you from, what did you have for breakfast, why are you allergic to cats and dust?… from the 10th person I’m sure he reduced the conversation to the breakfast topic, signed a copy and yelled NEXT CUSTOMER!

We already know about the beautiful photography, but the best bit about the book was the delicious juxtaposition of the photos in each spread that somehow carried a story through the entire book. There was minimal text to worry about typography or layout, but how clever is the bar-code placement, on the spine of the book!

Trench – Kappahl, Blouse – Silence & Noise, Both trousers – Zara, Bracelet – COS, Bracelet 2 – Floral fabric from Liberty’s, Bag – Gmarket, Shoes – Fred Perry; Thank you Macku for the photos <3

Always wanted to try this double-waist thing since I saw it somewhere during one of the fashion weeks (wow, can one get any more vague?). Trouble was finding a pair of trousers tight enough that could fit under a loose pair, and both with a belt-line. These two half met the criteria, so the whole day I felt like I was wearing an oversized diaper…

I’m planning a redesign for the blog, would anyone mind? (Accessibility issues and such…)

Ultra Chic Alize of Blog de Tendances

Jen Jen the Style Crusader; Awesome braids.

I remember it was exceptionally rainy on that last day of London Fashion Week, and none of those every-other-hour drizzles that characterizes London’s crap weather, but a steady downpour that lasted pretty much the entire afternoon. Rain or not, I had a fantastic time huddled under the Lavazza truck parasol with a group of new friends, collectively screaming when a bucket of rainwater dropped from the parasol edges, lunging for our cameras with protection of some sort. Thank you Kit, Jen, Jill, Michelle, and Craig of Altamira (briefly) for a wonderful afternoon, some lazy hoard of bloggers did we make, eh?

Well apparently nothing can rain on the LFW parade.

Maxi Dress, Leather Jacket – ASOS, Shoes – Office.co.uk, BagBelt – Angels’ Sale, Eagle Belt – Vintage, Faux Lambswool – Gmarket, Scarf – FCUK, Turquoise Ring – Spitafields Market

I’ll write more about the Angels sale soon, but this leather pocket-belt thing is one of the few gems I ran off with! On day 5 a PR came up to me and asked where it was from, and when I told her it was vintage military costume and that it still had dirt in the pockets and she actually yelled THAT IS SO COOL, DIRT FROM A REAL WAR!! No no no no, dirt from some movie set. Perfect pockets for spare batteries and memory cards… although it’s still kind of like burying them in soil.

Jacey Withers

Lilifi laptop cases

Rocio Clutches

Merle O’Grady Jewellery

LFW Accessories Exhibition; Jacey Withers, Lilifi, Rocio, Merle O’Grady

There was an entire chest of, well, floor of treasures under the reception lounge that I would’ve completely forgone if a really friendly girl didn’t stop me and asked if I wrote a blog. I said yes, and she said bloggers are prohibited at fashion week (unless you’re in that list of elite bloggers) and that I will now be escorted to the underground prisons. True story.

I’m kidding, unless you really couldn’t tell. Thank you mystery girl for introducing me to the work of Jacey Withers, so sorry I didn’t catch your name!