Jul
22
Let’s face it, Summer’s just not going to happen this year, is it? With that in my mind, can Autumn hurry itself up, please. I quite fancy a change of wardrobe scenery. Tights (currently not an option) would work a treat with my new shoes, thanks. Heavens, I hope you’re listening.
I’m working all weekend. However, the boy and I have both got the same day off next week (rare) and so we’re planning to go out (rare!) for some sort of food in town (I say ‘some sort of’ when clearly I mean ‘pizza’). I believe they call it date night around these parts. Urgh, I could hardly bring myself to say that. Any excuse to eat pizza, I say.
And for now, a tenuously related photo (entirely unrelated – it just looks good/autumnal) of Jean Shrimpton. Look, she’s got new shoes too.
Jul
13
OOPS. Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I found myself in Russell & Bromley today. It was entirely intentional accidental. No but really, I’ve been dreaming about these for months. I’ve actually been looking for a vintage pair, but they never seem to pop up in my size. So I treated myself to the real (new) thing. Slightly extravagant, perhaps, but in my mind they’ll be with me forever. So, if you think about it like that, great value for money really. And divine, which helps.
May
06
It can seem, at times, as if the task of putting together a fashion magazine might appear a little like Nero’s proverbial fiddling while Rome burns… Fashion is one of the great pleasures in life and it is clear that, no matter how difficult the times, the urge, for many of us, to make the most of how we look is primal… As countries struggle to right themselves in this period of extreme turmoil, I hope ‘Vogue’ provides a welcome dose of escapism and inspiration – while also being, like fashion, a product of the age. – Alexandra Shulman
Apr
20
Oh, and also. You should all go on eBay and bid on this dress that I’m selling because it doesn’t fit. I can’t even wear it and be uncomfortable, because it literally-won’t-go-past-my-hips. Gutted. Whoever wins it, I’ll be well-jell.
Apr
06
The latest fashion dilemma in logsylou’s world = the maxi skirt. Here, I present to you, the pros and cons.
Pros:
+ I will be able to venture into the untouched-for-ages areas of my wardrobe (tight t-shirts that I’m currently too paranoid/dysmorphic to wear)
+ Likewise, CROP TOPS – I can wear the ones I’ve got, PLUS justify buying more
+ I can eat whatever I want before wearing and during = genius
+ Whilst wearing, I won’t have to worry about/obsess over/hate my legs/ankles
+ I’ve found THE ONE (American Apparel, chiffon, divine) (hence this dilemma) (if it wasn’t for my previous maxi-alienation, I would’ve snapped it up immediately)
Cons:
- I would be dwarfed by it
- I would look and feel frumpy
- People who know me will be confused and I would be the object of many a startled look/comment
- I won’t feel like me (or will I? uhhh)
- Shoe complications – I don’t do sandals (too much foot) so where to go from here?
- Weather complications – wind + rain + maxi skirt can’t be a good look
- I’ve never even looked at a maxi-skirt before, so am potentially being lulled into a false sense of American Apparel dreamlike (unrealistic) security
- There’s bound to be lots more cons that I’ve forgotten
There you have it. I simply don’t know what to do.
(I’m completely lying, I’ve already ordered it online. But the debate still rages on in my mind. What have I done?)
Mar
23
Yesterday, a super-smiley, super-camp man from Toni and Guy approached me in Marks and Spencers food hall. He asked if I wanted to model for him and get a free hair cut. I kindly declined. He then proceeded to tell me my hair looked really nice, which was very kind of him, but sort of contradicts the fact that he wanted to take the scissors to it just a few seconds earlier. Then today, I was chased (literally, chased) out of EAT (I know, I know, it sounds like all I do is buy food all day (it’s kind of true)) by an also-ever-so-camp, bleached-blonde, desert-booted man, who told me he worked for Vidal Sassoon and needed a model for his final examination piece in a couple of weeks and was I interested. Again, I kindly declined. I’m very flattered and so on, but my hair is what it is. The whole reason they are approaching me is the whole reason I don’t want it cut. Don’t they know my hair is my empire? All credit to my hairdresser though – Toni and Guy one day, Vidal Sassoon the next? She’s the best.
Mar
22
Overheard the most amusing conversation in the Topshop changing rooms this afternoon. (Yes, I was in the Topshop changing rooms, depressing myself by trying to squeeze into impossibly small and impossibly short shorts). Anyway, it went a little something like this:
Girl 1: Ohh god, I’ve put weight on.
Girl 2: No, you haven’t.
Girl 1: I have.
Girl 2: You haven’t, I can see you with my eyes, and you haven’t.
Girl 1: Oh god, I think I need the 12. Ohhhh.
Girl 2: Just go and get a 12 then. No-one will know!
Girl 1: I can’t go and get the 12!
Girl 2: Why not? I’ll go and get it for you.
Girl 1: No, no. I’ll just get the 10 and go on a diet.
Ha! The ‘I can see you with my eyes’ bit was my favourite. All the while I was having the exact same battle in my own head. And of course this conversation can be heard verbatim in a changing room near you. Go and listen, if only for entertainment value.
Mar
18
Sorry for the abundance of pictures these days. I will speak soon, promise. But for now you’ll have to make do with Patti Boyd and Vogue. Not bad, eh?
