Dress – MGSM, Shoes – Casadei, Jacket – Burberry Brit, Rings – Sardo; Makeup by MAC Cosmetics

First StyleLab outfit of Luisa Via Roma’s Firenze4Ever, featuring the worth of mother + brother + this London flat that I don’t even own in garments & accessories. Funny thing is it doesn’t even make you feel more glamorous or particularly important… anywho. At one point during the shoot there was a man with a puffy red jacket that kept peering through the opposite window of the car and the hubby finally yelled HOLY MOZZARELLA, MAN, WOULD YOU PLEASE MOVE at which point I yelled back at him BUT YOU TOLD ME NOT TO MOVE WHEN YOU’RE TAKING BAJILLION YEARS FOCUSING. And of course, while we were bickering the man eventually buggered off to take photos of a naked statue and chuck gelato at pigeons and such…

Thank you Yosi for your assistance and my dear hubby for helping with the photos.

Jacket – Balmain, Dress as top – Alexander Wang, Clutch – Kurt Geiger, Purple waller – Mulberry

Ciao from Florence! Hailed butt, away from rainy wet miserable London mercifully, to spend a few days in the beautiful sunny city of Florence for Luisa Via Roma’s 4th edition of Firenze4Ever, dolled up in pink. Coming up: a LOT of clothes I can only afford if I sold my mother and brother (2 for 1?), enough pink to re-live your Barbie kidhood, and a gaggle of really great people who happen to be bloggers.

Favourites at KCD Pressday SS12

I may report trend like BBC weather forecast the next 24 hours (a slot machine of weather icons running on 50p coins, more like) but it sure looks like a pastels trend gale is brewing in the horizon. Not that I should mind much, everytime I spill my face-mattifying loose powder on my lap I become a pastel monster anyway, might as well be trendy this time round. I will get those Marant sneakers though, so hide yo kids, hide yo wives, and hide your husband.

Onar resort, Andros Island, Greece; Honeymoon in September 2011

If this blog’s timeline ran anywhere close to actual life it might seem that I’m ringing in New Year (along with a gaggle of other bloggers, apparently) from sun-kissed Greece! Wishful thinking, that. No, greetings from a bum that mistook the NYE fireworks for the sound of gunfire shots coming from the Axis-end of a skirmish on Company of Heroes game with the hubby. Toasting away on a white beach while the waves tickle our toes… Between our bites of microwave-pizza we managed to say Happy New Year and continued on for at least 4 more hours on multiplayer computer games in our freezing London flat. These are photos from our honeymoon in Andros island in Greece, just two months ago. I thought this might be as good a time as any, if not ideal, to share them since I’m more than certain that pizza crumbs and deflated cokes simply does not photograph. It’s lovely anyway to start a new year reminiscing the trip that supposedly marks new chapter

of one’s life, if I’m not being corny enough!

Hope you all had a blasting start to a New Year!

Blue coat – Anywho x Brics, Cream coat – Mum’s, Boots – Sam Edelman, Clutch – C/O Kurt Geiger, Watch – Casio, Bracelets – C/O Boticca, Dress- ASOS Salon

Oh how I love Christmas! Mariah (and lately Justin Bieber, the horror) constantly wanting only me from speakers of the randomest of places (butcher’s down the road, WHY); the smart-ass, seemingly-omniscient gift guides of the interwebs; twelve days of Christmas and one very bankrupt and exhausted true love; the visible struggle for the shops to make a watered down version of the season’s products (i.e very well-dressed snowmen decorations and elaborate snowflakes) that hopefully appeal to those that don’t necessarily, by religion or whatnot, celebrate the day but would still like to participate in the buzz…. But most of all, the ‘christ’-lessness of ‘Christ’mas, and a whole month of cringing at the fact that it’s less and less that and more and more ‘x’ of Xmas, probably x = the unknown? To be very frank, I always find myself distressed by the noise around Christmas – this of course will serve as the primary reason to the fact that my children will be the scoundrels who will break the Santa secret to all his classmates on the eve, making the night truly sleepless but for entirely different reasons. And I will die of chronic cynicism, on Christmas day, surely.

Babbling aside, this year I was most drawn to Malachi chapter 4, the final book and chapter of the Old Testament which dates 300 years before the birth of Christ, but in all its might leaves a big arrow towards the coming of Jesus. (Yes Christmas is defacto a pagan tradition and Jesus was really born closer to March but if we’re plastering babies & mangers over our cards and we’ve allocated ONE time during the year to remember His birth then might as well do it properly)