Saturday 27 August 2011

You Deserve It


The other night over a, erm, couple of white wines, I was telling the BF about my absolute love for the Beatles. Over the years they've brought us iconic album covers that are now considered works of art, fashion trends that have sparked - what I presume to be - millions of teenage boys to grown their hair and embrace psychedelic dressing for trips aboard Yellow Submarines, and of course countless hit songs that will truly stand the test of time.

Anyway, as well as their collective success as a group, I also confessed my admiration for them individually. John Lennon - need I say anymore than Imagine? Ringo Starr narrated Thomas the Tank Engine - my favourite pre-school programme. George Harrison gave us the absolute anthem 'Got My Mind Set On You'. But I salute you, Paul McCartney, for bringing Stella into our lives.

Ok yes, with McCartney as a second name you're probably destined to go places. But when you produce tailoring like this, goodness is it destiny. For the last 10 years she's been gaining some seriously fashion credentials in the industry but with people like me toooo! She's a vegetarian! Of course there are probably many fashion designers out there with a non-meat-eating-policy, but none as vocal as Stella. By committing herself to no fur nor leather in her designs, she's just blooming brilliant.

I dont think I can express how much I loved her latest collection...so just go check it out on net-a-porter and then go find Daddy's credit card. Go nuts, spoil yourself...you deserve it!

Wednesday 24 August 2011

Disaster



Is there a trick to getting changed in a hurry? Sometimes I feel that I should have an emergency outfit on a hanger for days like today where I spent a good half hour dancing around in my underwear to One Directions new song on repeat (amazing btw).

So while most other mornings I pluck out about eight different items from my wardrobe and try them on in varying sorts before I finally decide on something that probably makes me look like a Boring Brenda, today was a real struggle. Realising at 8.34 AM (with 8 minutes until the metro comes) that I'm still singing along and have only managed to tame my locks and put on a face full of make up, picking something for work was a hard task. I'm actually cringing right now at the thought of todays outfit. Mortified even.

Pink jeans rolled up, white top (which I then spilt yoghurt on at lunchtime), beaded cardigan and black pumps. Bloody hell. I'm embarrassed I just told you that. I genuinely looked like a riot.
To make things worse, you need to be prepared for all eventualities on the continent. Yes, it may be 27 degrees outside, but it can still rain like its monsoon season and have Gail force winds. I left with no jacket, no umbrella and not even a brush to re-tame the locks. Disaster

Monday 22 August 2011

Priceless


First impressions really count don't they? Gawwwwd. I think I heard somewhere that you make up your mind about someone within 30 seconds of seeing their face, shaking their hand and of course, judging their clothes. So, really, its crucial that you pick the right outfit in order to make friends and fit in.

So imagine if you please, you're me, you've moved to a country that isn't hugely known for its thriving fashion scene and you're about to embark on an internship at a global apparel brand. Picking an outfit for your first day is going to be a little tricky.

Do you suit up and go corporate?

Do you wear heels?

Do you make a wee bit too much effort with the overall look and carry around a briefcase?

These are the questions that ran about in my brain for the weeks leading up to my big move. Luckily I had the balls to ask about the dress code (fairly casual).

SWEEEEEEEEET

Skinny jeans. Check. White top. Check. Blazer. Check. Loafers. Check. Mulberry. Priceless.