fashion

i see a ship in the harbour

…i can and shall obey,
and if it wasn’t for your misfortunes,
i’d be a heavenly person today.

Well, that’s another heavy weekend and blue Monday (nearly) out of the way. The only thing pulling me through? My ever-growing wish list. It’s not cold enough for this yet, but it will be, right? Plus, I’m working more hours than I ever have in my life and I deserve a treat, right? In other words, I simply won’t stop until it’s mine.

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fashion

we’re not enemies, we just disagree.

No, but really, did Marc Jacobs actually see me coming or what? He started me off with his own SS13 line, and now this collection for Louis Vuitton? It doesn’t really require any explanation. You’ll see. Also, I would usually resize the pictures, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I reckon you need to feel the full force of this. Oh and one more ALSO: Cara’s dress! And of course just Cara. Quite divine.

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fashion

i was hoping for replacement when the sun burst through the sky.

Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I had a bit of Balmain-induced episode today when the photos from Paris Fashion Week rolled in. Honestly though. I couldn’t contain it. Just plain awe. When Alicia Keys wore that dress to the Brits that time, it became one of my aims in life to have a piece of Balmain in my wardrobe. Preferably in the DRESS form, thanks. In fact, while we’re at it, if I was ever to marry (I know, I know – it ain’t happening, but let’s just think upon this ludicrous notion for but a moment) – that dress down there in the middle? Yeah, that’d do just nicely, thanks. So, anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, just a bit of Balmain in my wardrobe. It’s the sort of aim that’s not too far out-of-reach as to be unattainable, but far enough out-of-reach as to still be a dream. One day, kids, one day. I promise you that.

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there was music in the cafés at night and revolution in the air.

Not much to report, other than the fact that I’m working my life away and pulling myself through by thinking frequently of the handful of things I have to look forward to [and snatching a sideways fashion-week-glance whenever I can]. Once this peculiar time of my life has subsided, I’m hoping I’ll be able to reward myself with something ludicrous. Speaking of which: Marc Jacobs SS13? Oh but to dream. It’s as if he read my mind.

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fashion, music

i swam upon the devil’s lake…i’ll never make the same mistake

I write this on a rare evening off. I’m currently wading my way through a 63-hour week. It’s a pretty useful distraction though, I have to say, as I certainly need my time filling these days. I’ve got myself into a bit of a routine (well obviously – my life is one big routine, broken down into sub-routines), which includes a midday fashion fix. I mean, got to start planning for when I’m rich, right? [The image that caught my eye today is below. I don’t know who she is but she’s reppin’ that jumper and can I be her?] Meanwhile, I have also been known to treat myself to a diet coke, a coffee, five minutes on the balcony looking across the rest of the city, or a quick walk around the next-door art gallery. My headphones are a permanent fixture. Not sure what I’d do without those.

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