Sexy Support

A slick alternative to spanks...yes please. 

The lingerie lines at Huit have always been a french fave of mine but these gorgeous couture sculpting lines are as stunning as they are supportive. 

With an innovative plunge push-up bra ideal for this seasons low necklines and the perfect compliment high-waisted body scuplting briefs I just can't get enough!

Absolutment Couture Noir

Other pieces from Huit's s/s 2012 collection that I <3

Love in Shanghai Deep Victorian

Huit is biotiful Gris Chine

Tea for Two Ivory

Ms Wang Cherry Love

Perfect Pout

Haven't done a post in awhile so thought I write about something worthwhile...Lipstick.

Slapping on a bit of ruby lips is something I rely on a little too much. I love it. Searching the beauty counters to find the best shades and brands I have tried my fair share of beauts and dull duds. So when I heard Soap&Glory were producing a new make-up range I jumped at the chance to try this little baby out and I wasn't disappointed. 

Their collagen boosting Lipstick 'Super Colour FabuLipstick' in three shades: Naked Beige, Red my Lips and Perfect Day are all you could ever want to plaster on your pout. 

It smells divine, looks divine and stays on for hours...I couldn't find fault.  

The product is amazing- and for only £9 its a Lipstick to be layered on like there's no tomorrow.

Delve into Décollatage

Flicking through December's Vogue and I'm happy to say that my suspicions have been confirmed- the plunge dress is big.

The low neckline is having it's fashion mode du jour and I for one couldn't be happier.

I have always had a rather large obsession with this style. Whenever my friends and I used to scour the pages of the giants of fashion magazines, feasting our hungry eyes on dresses which we could only ever look but not touch, I would always, always pick the plunge.

I don't exactly know what it is but there's something indefinably alluring about showing that bit of flesh. A flash of décollatage when the rest of you is so elegantly hidden for me packs a powerful punch.

The Push-up, Keyhole, Evening plunge, or tailored low necklines-there's a cut for every cheeky chest. 

This stunning Elie Swaab emerald green plunge worn by Gwenyth Paltrow shows that you don't even need a generous clevage to make this style look epic. In fact in this case, next to no clevage is what makes this style even hotter.

It continues to seduce me every time.

What a babe

Literally could not have more of a style crush on this girl. 

Olivia Palmero is so effortlessly stunning and immaculately put together how could you not what to have her entire wardrobe?! NOW.

Shoes are my weakness

Major contenders on the wish list...

Topshop PORTABELLO Tan Strap Metal Detail Ankle Boots, £120.00

Kitty Luxe

Noticed this article in the Evening Standard...

"Horace the top-cat is feline spoilt"

An article about a ginger cat lounging about on £500-a-metre silk would obviously catch my attention; reclining, Cats and a bit-o-ginge being some of my favourite things. But as a scoffed to myself on the train two parts in particular cracked me up: 

"One-year-old Horace, who has a penchant for designer goods"

"He chooses the most expensive silk materials to lounge on and spends his days admiring himself in the shop's full-length mirror, while being fussed over by clients."

Let's not forget this is a cat...but you've gotta admit, choosing to lie on a Marcel Breuer chair & Harrods bed- Cat's got some taste.

I like this cat. I want to be this cat...maybe I could be this cat.

See the full article at http://www.thisislondon.co.uk/standard/article-24007394-horace-the-top-cat-is-feline-spoilt.do

Emerald Envy

One good thing about having auburn hair, green looks good!

Here's the best I've seen of the latest green...

Topshop Alegra Chelsea Platform Boots £75.00

Antik Batik Lorient Plunge-front sequin gown £470.00

Jimmy Choo, Catherine Python and Velvet Tote £1,795.00

Clark Sunglasses at American Apparel £32.00

Zara Maxi Dress

Whistles, Aleece Fairaisle Sweater £135.00

ASOS Faux Bright Snake Clutch Bag £25.00

Zara, Funnel Collar £35.99

Maison D'anu The Gasby Jazz Age Nail Colour Collection- Green Light £9.95

Mason by Michelle Mason Silk-charmeuse gown £640.00

    

Run-away-with-me Nails

Ok, so I've got a little obsessed with my nails of late. Seeing as I've managed to wing a fair few free manicures as 'perks' of this internship why wouldn't I be!

But as I was trawling through the Teen Vogue archive I stumbled upon these little treasures...

The latest trend in talon talent; now in NYC (where else) you can actually get a manicure where each nail is hand-painted to mimic the prints from any given designer's collection apparently only for $5! INSANE.

 Miu Miu

Balenciaga 

Now all your favourite designers are literally at your finger tips, amazing.

The sexy Knit

There really is nothing better than a sexy knit. 

As temperatures start to plummet fashion needs must for that piece that will take your look from drab to fab without leaving your skin a pale blue...

Paired with a simple skinny jean for that Parisian je ne sais quoi, or with your new chunky ankle boots or leather skirt for that casual cool- stick with an oversized knit you simply can't go wrong.

It's not just me that thinks so anyway...

My very own little rouges

These little red beauties are my current obsession! 

Don't mind if I do...

As my university friends know- I know how to do a good anti-pasti. 

In my time living away from home, cured meats, artichokes and olives were my baked beans on toast. 

Not because I turn up my nose at a Henry J Bean but more for the reason that as much as I adore food, I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in cooking it. And as much as I've tried to force myself, I have come to accept the fact that I really can't be arsed and probably never will be.

So onto the point of my blog post- these little babies.

The perfect treat for the lazy eater, and honestly, they're so good they're better than chocolate!!

Romancing Red Lions and Roquefort

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Ok as much as I'd like to believe that I'm a bit of a foodie (I really am honestly), I have two weaknesses that can take to me nose-diving to the depths of disgusting. My culinary achilies heels...

Eggs and Cheese,

Totally respectable foods in themselves- enjoying the perfect Eggs Royale or delectable cheese board is the height of good eating in my opinion. Cheese is one of the simplest pleasures in life and growing up on the island and living in France, cheese has always been a food very close to my heart. 

But the time it takes me to work through a entire wedge of brie, devour a block of chedder or stuff myself with an eggy concoction paired with a disconcerting amount of mayonnaise is almost unhealthy...I'm like lightning.

SO you can imagine my excitement right now. Not ONLY is it National British Egg Week starting today but ALSO the Cheese and Wine Festival at Southbank Centre the whole weekend.

I genuinely feel like I've died and gone to heaven. 

Eggs & cheese washed down with a glass or two of wine, there isn't too much I can think of that could beat it!! My life-long love of food continues.

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INDIAN SUMMER

The single best news this week for one reason and one reason only...

Now there's an excuse to wear sunglasses all year round without looking like a total arse. Brilliant!

So next time I supress the urge to whip out my sunglasses even though August is loooong gone (taking this act's acceptability with it) I can think again.  

No-longer will I deny myself, no, no more! I shall reach for my lenses and wear them with pride. 

But there may be a particularly strong underlying reason for my enthusiasm this year though…. American 

Apparel’s new Vintage sunglasses range- Deadstock Vintage Eyewear.

I’ve spent many a minute lusting over these little beauties. I can’t get enough, I’m practically drooling. Every pair is so totally babe-ish it’s astonishing how someone has put them so conveniently in one place. 

This pair of stunners is one of my absolute favourites, I mean come on, how could you not!

Take a look and see, I promise they won’t disappoint. 

http://www.americanapparel.com/accessories-vintage-eyewear.html

So thankyou Indian Summer you’re a god-send.

BOOT-ilicous

If any season could be more me its Autumn/Winter

The sun has never been my friend.

Even though I have offered my body up to it on numerous occasions it spurns my advances.

Choosing not to give me the golden bronzed bod’ that I have always craved but a threatening red glow like it has repeatedly slapped me HARD all over- which, once faded leaves me a slither of a shade less pale than before and a few million freckles for keepsakes...

Needless to say getting my pale pins out as I wilt in a heat that apparently no-one else feels, is not my favourite time of the year.

Due to this I have sought comfort in the suggestive layers and casual chic of the winter wardrobe...and if I do say myself...I do it well.

Which brings me onto this post. My task this a/w is the BOOT.

Sadly I will never look lush in a loafer nor will my shape ever be suited to a brogue, as unbelievably unhappy as this makes me as I adore both of these styles of shoe I have come to terms with it. Just! GAH the pains of my genes fail me once more...

HOWEVER the one shining style that saves my sad shoe heart is the boot.

Give me a good boot and I will genuinely be happy for weeks if not years on end.

My collection that sits proudly on display across the side of my room comes in an array of styles: from biker boot, cheeky ankle grazers, sexy thigh-highs or my personal fave -the riding boot.

The boot is my ultimate foot fetish.

Yet as I move to London to start work at an online Women's Lifestyle Magazine hoping to show off my collection, 3 of my greatest treasures break beyond repair.

Gasp i know...

Now in this city that celebrates the cosmopolitan idea of variation, whilst also a English style which is almost indefinable in its changeability and a focus upon unique design, you would think I would be able to find a good boot with ease....

Well think again.

Much to my surprise I've found my perfect match!!

Usually it is incredibly difficult for me to decide on a boot, I have to fall completely head over heels in love before I fish out my rather pathetic looking wallet, preferring to opt for classic investment pieces rather than the impulses of fleeting trends.

But as I skulk around certain Oxford St. stores feeling like I am cheating on my sturdy, reliable bank account getting a thrill from every empty sole that I slide my little foot into I stop as I find THE most stunning pair of boots.

A Carvela Kurt Geiger pair of riding boots in tan and a patent black leather. I am taken-aback-they are possibly the most beautiful things I have ever seen.

As I wait excitedly as the shop assistant disappears to find my size I get that horrible tinge of guilt, staring down into my purse I know that I will never be able to afford them, but surely trying them on won't hurt?..will it?

......

It has been 3 days and I cannot get them out of my head.

And so, I have decided, with a memorable quote from one Oprah Winfrey, that I shall go back, whip out my card and purchase the beauties, after all that I reckon my stunning new lifestyles needs boots that befit it....

"I still have my feet on the ground, I just wear better shoes" Oprah Winfrey.

Rag & Bone

Love...

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Booze on the Big Screen

The moment I heard that Johnny Depp was going to star as Hunter S. Thompson in 'The Rum Diary' I knew that the transformation of one of my favourite books to the big screen was not going to disappoint.

After Depp's buzzed performance in 'Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas' and his general kook demeanor I couldn't personally think of anyone better to play the boozed up, drug addicted, emotionally stunted, insane but charismatically BRILLIANT Thompson...

I mean, Babes, booze and the 'Bean, what could be better?

I cannot WAIT.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0YUx36yLLu

Sexy Non?

Skimming through the pages of each magazine and website showcasing the looks of this Autumn/Winter made me think.

Really, what is sexy?

For all the attention to erotic chic in the coming season, I tried to picture what I ultimately think are the styles that emulate the certain je ne sais quoi that each woman tries to achieve…

I absorbed the images of models in leather skirts, metallic trousers, outrageous horse bit jewellery and larger than life vampy shoes  and couldn’t help but look back to the women that to me personally epitomise sex…

Brigitte Bardot and Jane Birkin are two of the women that I have always looked upon as the ultimate of everything an alluring woman should be. Blasting out a combined sexual energy that resembles something of a sensual foghorn, the two not only produce an essence of screaming lust in every single image but also have a timeless elegance that is hard to come by.

It is probably my penchant for France and the aura that surrounds the sensuality of the French woman that draws me to them, even though Birkin is ‘French’ through Gainsbourg. Yet although the international reputation for the female francais as a lascivious femme-fatale come agent provocateur shown by the braless, rear cheek skimming wardrobe of Birkin, and the unimaginable flesh baring curves of Bardot, the main thing that these women share is the sense to know when and more importantly HOW to cover up.

Despite having some of the raunchy-ist auras in history there is something about them which oozes sophisticated sex rather than the outright plastic eroticism of some parts of todays’ runway.

Maybe I’m being blind-sighted by the fact that I fear I will see too much flesh that really ought not to be seen bursting from the seams of the unfortunates that follow trend instead of personal style. But all I know is that this season SEX in capital letters is on the scene and it is a hard one to pull off from runway to reality. 

 

Personally I had a particularly ridiculous wake-up call when clearing my house to find that one entire suitcase was full of sweaters, knits and various jumpers that maybe I wasn’t quite the sophisticated sensual fashionista that I once thought I was.

However I can take comfort in the fact that the styles of these women- particularly Bardot- is quite like my own. Preferring the au natural, a delicate combination of baring all or nothing, so to speak!

What struck me most about the two was the fact that the more subtle and simple the style, the sexier the effect. 

The careful balance between suggestion and overt sexuality kept these two babes smouldering like the suggestive cigarettes lolling between their lips all the way from the sixties. 

The casual tees, plain sweats, subtle décolletage, LBDs, blazers and scarfs made me realise that my unshakeable love of the art of plain yet suggestive dressing wasn't so absurd after all.  

If the sexiest women in the world can get away with a ridiculous jumper, jean and scarf combination rather than going all out why can't I? 

Surely that makes sense?

Finger Fancies

One of the many things that I picked up on from the Autumn/Winter 2011 runway was that this season it was the nail that was gripping the fashion forward.

The Dalmatian spots of Topshop’s canine-inspired show and the metallic talons that permeated others showed that the cutesy craze starting with the designs of Sophy Robson’s displayed in last season’s Leowe show has undergone a transformation. 

Now there was a certain unabashed outrageousness and light-hearted fun that centred on the manicurist’s canvas.

 

The fad became particularly apparent to me when I saw Katy Perry’s tribute to the Royal Wedding in April which only made me love the hilariously cheesy celeb more:

A snapshot of darling Wills on each talon documenting a different point in his life... Oh K-Pez, only you.

But it seems that over the last few months this trend has got so big that I cannot ignore it.

I had always thought that bright nails were a bit tacky if I am being honest, preferring to stay with the safety of a nude, plum or red on my own delicate nails. Not through any sort of manicure snobbery but solely due to the fact that every time a bottle of wine was involved and my varnish obsessed friend was about I’d be forced into donning my nails in the brightest shade of Bazza M’s Coral. Thinking this was a brilliant idea at the time I’d awake the next morning with a stonking hangover and ten of the most glaring headaches blaring from my own fingers, which had been transformed into witchlike tendrils upon my placid skin.

Needless to say, I wasn’t a fan.   

However trawling through the net for examples of nail art I have decided that nails can actually be a massive laugh. Some of the more hilarious taking I-pod Nanos to an even more ridiculously tiny level,  die-hard fans of the nineties repping the Pokemon phenomenon which I rather mistakenly thought had passed with my own puberty, and my favourite, the sexy Aztecs.

 

Rather than looking like a techno freak or an Aztec on Acid I think I will probably stick with the more classic manicure but rather than scratching the walls with my own as I expected, my respect for nails has definitely increased. 

Nice…

Welcome to the Isle of Wight

So I haven't being paying this blog much attention sadly, been filling my time with such great money making schemes as working for Colonel Bogeys for a night, the Island's top night spot, where every teenage mum and fat balding chav loves to let off some steam to a classic set list of Dirty Dancing and Queen.

A shift ending in tiptoeing around shards of glass whilst trying to clear any remaining whole glasses from the sea of shattered daggers beneath my delicately crafted flimsy black pumps.

'Flat shoes' as the requirement my arse, they should have put down '5 inch soled, steel capped army boots'  with the amount of blood hungry weapons strewn on the floor, but ah well, thought i should probably drop in on here.

Last night me, my two hags and a fag went to Welcome in the highlight of the summer season on the island.

'Happy Monday, Love Mondays'....otherwise know as Derek Sandy poncing about on Appley Seafront as any true Islander should immediately recall and hold the memory close to their hearts.

After the opening number of Kingston Town, Bob whacked out the tune that echoes from every corner of the island... 'Welcome to the Isle of Wight'..supposedly now the "National Anthem" of the Island.

And well it should be.

It is probably the most hysterical song ever written if you know about the Isle of Wight, if not then the video should be enough to make anyone laugh.

The fact that a man moved from Tobago to live a life on the Isle of Wight, terming it as 'paradise' should raise a few eyebrows.

But as the music that has flowed for 5 years straight carried on flowing, and Dezza bopped away givin' it his all to a crowd of Appley Bummers, all I could think of is what an effin laugh the Island is.

A litte O.T.Tea?

I love a good cup of tea as much as the next true Brit, but flicking through this month's issue of Harper's Bazaar I spotted something that immediately caught my eye:

NO Touchy

The thing about red hair that I do not understand is that fact that people one minute will be ridiculing you with some generic joke about carrots or simply the word ‘ginger’ injected with a tone of mockery or distain, and then the next some overly curious, spatially unaware freak will be reaching out and touching the ‘beautiful’ locks that cause so much controversy.

What is it about ginger hair that makes people act like they are in some kind of asylum? (If you haven’t seen copper cab on You-tube I suggest you tune in..)

I understand the stigma attached effects quite a lot of flame topped people but I, more than  anything, have the delight of many a person trying to touch my fiery locks.

On many an occasion I have had the compliment of people, sometimes without any thought of dissuasion, trying to stroke my hair, the most memorable being a slightly deranged woman grasping my hair in her delicate fingers as I sat alone, for 14 hours, in Geneva airport, which as you can guess was a hoot and a half.

But today it was topped as I was walking down the high street in broad bloody daylight, a man who resembled any normal upstanding citizen came towards me, arms outstretched, eyes slightly glazed and quite unashamedly ran his hand across my head.

I had to decide whether to acknowledge this invasion maybe inciting even more curiosity from said upstanding member or just carry on without a flinch.

I carried on with violated head held high.

Whatever is said having red hair has its perks hey.

GIN ME IN

as an avid gin guzzler this possibly the most beautiful date in my calender as yet

Jazzy Babes

Recommended by a friend in the know, I awoke this morning to the music of The Illersapiens, and these jazzy babes managed for the first time in awhile to actually get out of bed.

It seems to me that Britain’s music just keeps getting sexier and the 7-piece Hip-Hop Instrumental band, consisting of the gorgeous, soulful vocals of KatyB and energetic, witty lyrics of instigator/rapper Mr. Man are exactly the refreshing explosion of a sound that provides the crucial bit of something a little different.

 Fusing the very best combination Jazz, Break-Beat, Hip-Hop, Reggae, and some Drum and Base, this South London band inject a feeling of positivity and vibrancy into every horn blow and drum beat. Every song on their first 5 song EP, ‘Elevate’ is as brilliant as the next.

There isn’t as track on it that doesn’t leave you craving a drink and a dance on a summer’s day. Their songs Brixton, Ina Daze and Sweetness are particularly good, Brixton in particular stands out as one to put on the forefront of any playlist, but I couldn’t find a version on Youtube so will just give you a little hint with Ina Daze.

Hope you enjoy...you should.   

Dirty Diana

Living the Island Dream.

Biutiful

Everyone strives for beauty, but last night in a small Phoenix Picture House, I think I found a little slice of the ‘Buitiful’. As much as I hate it when critics rate a film with the old tag-line of, ‘One of the best films of the year’-mainly due to the fact that it is only February- I will put aside my distaste and say that this film really is something special.
 

Directed by Alejandro González Iñárritu, starring Javier Bardem, Maricel Álvarez and Hanaa Bouchaib, the film is inundated with talent, in essence exploring the protagonist, Uxbal’s (Bardem) inevitable plummet towards death at the hands of cancer. Whilst being a volatile subject to base a film, Biutiful does not fall into any of the generic categories that one would expect of those tackling the Big C, nor it does not take over the plot.

Taking care of his two small children, as their mother (a woman tormented by mental health- Álvarez), is incapable to do so, Uxbal battles through the dark, crime-fuelled pits of life in Barcelona trying to seek redemption for himself, and a life for his children.

Captivatingly shot by Rodrigo Prieto, the soft lit hand-held shots of the gorgeous Barcelonan cityscape and countryside were executed perfectly alongside moments of the disturbingly dark content of the film.

A remarkably riveting and harrowingly realistic film, Bardem and the rest of the cast jump straight into the gut and heart of the audience.

Even in the unforgiving city and in the midst of human plight, this film illuminates the beauty that can be found hidden beneath the rubble.

However clichéd it sounds, the film really deserves its title and is definitely worth a watch. 

Fruit Pastel

As most students know, it’s beginning to be dissertation term; i.e. horrific amounts of stress for what seems to be a very empty outcome. So, what’s the perfect reward after days on end of panic sweats and sleepless nights? Well apparently I have been let in on the answer..

After a hard day’s work in the library I was on my way home, buckling under the weight of my books I was caught behind an extremely exasperated northern girl openly shouting down her phone. Without much effort on my part I overheard her ranting about how her day had turned into a pile of “utter crap.”

From what I could guess she had spent hours in the library and then her computer had crashed and lost her work...Nightmare!

She had, as a result, consumed an entire pack of fruit pastels. What seemed to have sent her over the edge though, was her boyfriend thus making her feel guilty...

 In the midst of her incredibly loud, increasingly agitated chat she started to scream, ‘Ay think ay DE-SERRVE a bludy frout pastil atfa tha’. Like the others that I have seen wandering around with glazed eyes and no shoes or socks, I concluded that she’d lost it.

(I personally feel the rats with most kind of sweets, something about the mix of that bizarre scent of breathy factory, the festering pots of pick and mix fingered by every sticky-child that can reach, and the disgusting amount of saliva it generates in the masticating mouths of the sugar inclined...)

But what I got from all this was: having a shitty day, why not grab a fruit pastel?

...think I’ll pass.