Tag Archives: vogue
locked away all on your own, chance and your head all blown
Yesterday I came home to my first ever Vogue in the post. Santa got me a subscription, you see. It was all very exciting and I dived straight into the Spring-soaked pages. I’ve gone for a suitably Spring like feel in the photo effect too (see below – my first look at Vogue: March 2012). [...]
and i would give anything i own, give up my life, my heart, my home
I’ve been quite the lucky one and ended up with loads of time off over Christmas and New Year. While this is wonderful, it also means I haven’t really got my act back together yet. Now that January is upon us (I’m aware I’m five days late), I seriously need to save the pennies and [...]
things just fall into place, it gets a bit clearer in london town
I’m here! Major apologies for missing fads of the week on Sunday. Excuses are: I was down south and spent most of the day on the sofa. Nothing to do with the fact that I spent Saturday night hopping around London, of course. Catching up with lots of friends and generally indulging in a little [...]
i will never let you down, i will never make you wear no frown
Another by-product of my novel-mania is that I end up with a stack of catch-up reading to do (I need to calm down with the compounds, I know). I simply must make a start on this stack before my next book delivery arrives (I have learnt that I’m sucker for an amazon book delivery – [...]
anyone who knows what love is (will understand)
Do you remember this post a couple of weeks ago? Well, I’m going to show you the same thing again – but this time, it’s Vogue October 2011. In the order that I saw them, the things I’ve found most aesthetically pleasing on my first round. As you’ll soon come to realise, the most common [...]
row your boat through the oceans deep and wide
Whenever I get my hands on a new magazine, I have a very particular routine. On my first round, I simply take in the aesthetics of each page and might read a header or two; second round, I read anything that particularly captures my attention, but only skim-read as I take the pages in again; [...]
