Tuesday, 29 June 2010

i've been lassoed by my boots.

i love abit of the cowboy boot action. they're my guilty pleasure. i adore them.
and since its finally summer i'm definitely feeling the need to pull on my boots and start walking, around in floral tea dresses and cut off denim shorts.
i found these boots in the vintage store, blue rinse in leeds and have had them for like 3 years now, they kinder still smell abit vintagey, abit like old men really, nice. has anyone else noticed how slim the ankle's are on vintage cowboy boots? did our forefathers have ridiculously skinny ankles opposed to our modern cankles? whatever the reason, i ended up buying some mens boots much to the amusement of the rather hot guy who worked in the shop.
im going to manchester to celebrate my 20th birthday on thursday with my uni girlies to spend copious amounts of money and devote the day to pampering, i'm so excited!
i will of course be donning my boots and channeling my inner hannah montanna/alexa chung.
i'm also guna try and do abit of style spotting on thursday so ill keep you posted on my findings.
(one last cliche) yeeehawwww!

Thursday, 24 June 2010

its wagtastic...

can you remember footballers wives?

it was the millenniums answer to desperate housewives but with a distinctly british twist, it was sexy, stylish and deviously entertaining.

remember tanya fake tanning her arch rival, amber's baby, in an attempt to swap it for her own?
remember chardonnay's death from anorexia, months after her son (who was in fact her brother-in-law, as he was jackie's son, mother to her husband, kyle...phewww!) was revealed to be a hermaphrodite?
remember poor little 5ft 5 darius and his hopeless infactuation with super bitch tanya, funny how her then husband, jason, just happened to fall to his death hours after the couple had renewed their wedding vows wasn't it d-man?

i can remember thursday nights, switching over to itv 1 at 9'oclock and escaping into a world of fast cars, blonde hair extensions and perma-tans, where the women ruled the roost in 6 inch stilettos and skin tight body-cons. the fashion was a-mazing, outrageously tacky and super bling, bling!
my favourite character was amber, a stunning bollywood actress and wife of ace striker, conrad gates. i loved her combination of bright indian style and colour cut with an edge of pure porn star glamour.
looking back now i wonder what the shows stylist was thinking dressing the cast in such creations and what i was thinking adoring every minute of it. the show was epitomised by tanya turner, played by zoe lucker, she was a car-crash style icon, adorned in gucci and versace fearlessly waving the falg for super bitch wags everywhere, but back then she was the coolesr women alive to me. what a strange child i must have been...
so it seems that footballers wives is having a revival and i am whole heartily loving it. it's being shown on sky channel, cbs drama at 10'oclock on weekday nights and i've gotta say its as shamefully entertaining as it was nearly a decade ago, viva le wags!

Monday, 14 June 2010

double denim.

personally i was doubtful this season when the elle catwalk reports informed me that double denim was back. not a look easily achieved, and one that seems to be a favourite with the elderly, wannabee cowboy click that is surprisingly quite popular in my square of yorkshire.

aniways i wasn't entirely ready to commit to head to toe, un-interrupted denim, instead opting for a safer addition of a vintage floral vest. living fully up to the expectations of us "alexa chung, indie girl" types, i of course threw on my leather biker jacket on top, as always i embraced the cliche!

my jacket is way too old and really should be put out to pasture (i feel the same way about bruce forsyth), but i love it so much i doubt i'll ever stop wearing it. my brown leather saddle bag is vintage and has loads of strange things written on the inside, including a quote from nelson mandela and signatures from leeds fest 09. im wearing a vintage wallis floral vest that was once a crazy 80's jumpsuit, a bit too mad for me unfortunately and my fav h&m super-tight skinnies. i work at allsaints so my boots were free part of my work uniform, i love, love, love them and they go with absolutely everything, or maybe they don't and i just look like a dick, either way im not that fussed really.

don't my mums shrubbery boaders look cute.

Friday, 11 June 2010

new cinematic video, im seriously not impressed.

so lady gaga's this global superstar/fashion icon/general weird person and everyone seems to love her at the moment but can i just take a minute and remember what the world was like pre-gaga ... we could watch mtv without the fear of seeing almost naked body parts decorated with crime scene masking tape paraded before our eyes (telephone), we could tuck into the baked delights that are blueberry muffins without having mind-flashes of a certain women "bluffing" with her's (poker face) and we could of course tune into jonathan ross on a friday night without fear of having to watch a pretentious, too-cool-for-school american laugh uncomfortably at the hosts jokes while sipping colourless tea out of a floral teacup and saucer. good times.

im not going to deny that lady gaga's songs aren't amazingly catchy and instant nightclub fav's, yes ive done my favourite gangster girl strut to lovegame, but the matter of the fact is she's just far too controversial and fame hungry for my liking. have you ever heard her speak? sorry let me clarify that one, have you ever heard her speak of anything with any relevence to anything else?
no me neither.

it just all seems abit manufactured and slightly fake, like a record company has combinded everything that is likely to cause a media frenzy and shock the general public and programmed it into one artist. have you seen pictures of gaga before she was famous, when she was just a sucessful song writer? notice how underwhelmingly normal she looks, not sporting the hermit the frog dress there is she?
ill get to my point, in my view her whole fashion icon status is just another thing her record company encouraged to make her newsworthy, because essentially an artist that is constantly in the press sells more records than the one who sits in the corner being quietly brilliant.

the video for gaga's newest single, alejandro seems, well a little bit of style over substance. the song is pretty average really, if any other artist released it would you give it a second glance? because i really wouldn't. obviously the video is as shocking as you would expect from gaga, shamelessly piggy-backing on certain religious themes, that are no doubt going to cause quite a social out-cry, but sorry im not impressed. pvc clad nazi's, really is there any need?

it feels like the epic 8 minute video is trying paint over the fact the song is rather lack-luster and un-imaginative. if gaga's such a visionary, where's the ground breaking musical content?
finally, (because im aware i've been ranting on about this for 4 whole paragraphs) i'm not disputing the fact that gaga's a global superstar and worshipped by millions, and that her songs bar one or two are pretty amazing and yes she is great example of a powerful independent, women but the whole point of this post was to just say how disapponted i was with her latest offering. my advice would be to live up to the media hype she's created for herself with her un-deniable musical talent rather than creating video's that are going to insult half of the inhabitants of planet earth. simple really.

Wednesday, 9 June 2010

the festival look.

british summers consist of several important factors for me, copious amounts of pear cider, 1940's tea dresses, trips to devon and festivaling. the latter being the highlight of them all. wherever else is it going to be exceptable to refrain from showering for 4 days while knocking back a trusty tin or 2 of strongbow with your breakfest?

apart from seeing the bands ive been devotedly listening to all winter my favourite part of it all is the festival fashion, i love how people seem to throw their inhibitions out of the window, donning thoses killer wardrobe backbenches that would anywhere else get you tested for insanity. im talking madonna style cone bra's over mohair knitted jumpers and neon meggings (male leggings). my essentials are of course my leather biker jacket, tweed wellies and straw fedora hat (which was taken into the deadmaus tent at leeds fest last year and came back in several small pieces, evidently very rock and roll).

while my festival wardrobe is mainly made up of vintage and retro pieces i found some a-mazing things on, the black studded hunter wellies are killers and have been put on my "if i was a rockstar" wish list.
you can get those beauties at:
hunter festival 2010 tall wellington boots, black, £145.00

Tuesday, 8 June 2010

spring preppyness.

why does the rain entirely inspire me to get extremely eccentrically dressed up? maybe its the fact layers are so much easier to wear when the heavens open.
i absolutley adore the rain, i would even go as far to say rain in my favourite of all british weather conditions, strange i no but i love the smell and how green everything looks once the rain clouds clear, its all fresh and new and utterly delicious!

in an effort to illustrate my mood this afternoon i decided to get all prepped up, edwardian style. brown leather brogues, parisian college satchel, tweed riding jacket complete with brown elbow patches and ridiculously tight h&m skinnies, throw in so oh so essential vintage jewelled relecks and you have my look of the day.
happy hunting...

Monday, 7 June 2010

make me a super.

who hasn't at one point wanted to join the elite and immortal ranks of the supers, those perfect set of girls who effortlessly strut down the catwalks of the world twice a year being the ultimate clothes horses of high fashion. i for one devoted hours of my teenage years, praying for that extra 2 inch of height growth, many a pray started with "please god make me 5ft 7...".

vogue's july edition features an article spanning the history of the supermodel, taking us from those tentative first steps of naomi and her gang to the 90's drug addled chic of miss moss and onto the celebrity supers of the noughties.

my best friend has a slight obsession with the afore mentioned miss moss, to her kate is everything that defines british fashion, she's original and ridiculously cool and essentially an icon. i dnt have that kind of relationship with a super, although i do love karen elson, mainly because she waves the flag for pale skin (oh i've talked about that already today haven't i!) and is married to one of the coolest men in the world, jack white.

the vogue article is a must, so get reading, now enough said about the supers its making me feel particulary average.

the big tan debate.

every summer im faced with the same old predicament, to tan or not to tan?
a glimmer of illusive british sunshine and the nation seems to turn into a hord of taxorexics, desperately seeking that hollywood glow, but do we all really want to look like katie price's oranger sister? or maybe a fhm page regular?

fake tanning feels like a national pastime for us brits, it seems we're skilled operatives in the art of tanning it up, whether we're literally baking on the sun beds or applying a good old dose of rimmel sun shimmer (a product i of course indulge in from time to time, when i feel my inner wag re-surfacing)

so is it a constitutional requirement of every brit to look like a vat of orange juice on legs, does a girl have to apply fake tan to get her pins out in the great british summer, is it ok to rock a dita von tease? or should i be sporting cheryl cole's latest shade of terracotta?

i have pale skin, almost albino colouring, and to be honest i occasionally succumb to the temptation of slapping on the biscuit scented creme, what can i say im only human.

but after much discussion i have decided this summer i'll be ping-ponging from fully fledged member of the jet set to perfectly porcelain, who doesn't love abit of variation anyway!