tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35973825791968272792024-02-19T01:18:01.785-08:00Fashion and FablesFashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.comBlogger148125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-55974087743216618102012-06-07T09:00:00.000-07:002014-05-28T02:54:05.910-07:00A Day Ends<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NIa_6JbTJEpEuFZ9jKzMBkYMfrGInfrYZaCixpTHTVvm15ISOpkuVAe9CNhGuaAcjaF_0sJBsF9PLEnJvIeHpSq4rEFddtUDb2FR2yVzkn8yncNuORiSTNOFm5_wpbQz-0hwJMcF8o0P/s1600/desknight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9NIa_6JbTJEpEuFZ9jKzMBkYMfrGInfrYZaCixpTHTVvm15ISOpkuVAe9CNhGuaAcjaF_0sJBsF9PLEnJvIeHpSq4rEFddtUDb2FR2yVzkn8yncNuORiSTNOFm5_wpbQz-0hwJMcF8o0P/s400/desknight.jpg" /></a>
The neighbour three doors down pops his head out his kitchen window as if to summon for rain. But his dance is interrupted by the heaving breathe of a jogger on his last lap, pleading with his legs for at least two more. He wouldn't make it; sheer determination alone will not hold up those sagging shoulders. But then again he just might. Let's place our bets on the underdog!
The children refuse to abandon the playground to the night, waging a battle they will loose by 9 when the street lights flicker on and off before finally settling on a watt for the night.
Everything will empty out soon, folding carefully into their correct place for the night. Sirens will wander in and out of our living rooms blaring over our television sets and domestic conversations. A plane or two will hover past sometime in the night, and some, unable to sleep, with look up through their ceilings, following the noise to where they imagine a day is yet to break. © fashionandfablesFashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-51081711282759465342012-06-03T17:11:00.001-07:002012-06-03T17:15:04.631-07:00Gold Lace Alexander McQueen"The rain has drowned out our heartbeats
<br>and we count the passing cars and faint voices
<br>towering over the drizzle
<br>blindly naming the maladies that race by
<br>ignoring our chapped skies
<br> we sink deeper and deeper into our shared illusions of drought"© fashionandfables
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"Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-76777681081806705202012-05-03T17:32:00.002-07:002014-05-28T02:56:00.068-07:00That Thing Around Your Neck<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The things that we carry around with us, heavy and loaded, are normally hidden away and compartmentalized; grief is slipped into a back pocket; fear is folded gentle like a handkerchief into a purse, prejudiced tucked away in a tattered case designed for spectacles. But what we wear around our necks, are the heaviest and the most visible perhaps not to the wearer, but to the rest of the world; they are our very own shackles, capable of drowning or adorning us.
<br><br>The 12 protagonist in Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's collection of short stories " That Thing Around Your Neck" all have neck pieces of different types and shapes, but inherently there are all forged from duality: the duality that stems from living within two cultures (Nigerian and American), of tradition and modernity, past and future and self and other. <br><br>The stories also explore the concept of personal and political spaces, using the lives of characters to cast a bigger light on issues threatening the moral compass of a country and exposing a fundamental loss. This is especially evident in 'A Private Experience" where the unfolding of a violent riot in the north of Nigeria brings together a Christian student and a Muslim mother.
<br><br> After loss comes grief. Grief is an emotion many characters, if not all, struggle with in this collection. Some losses are more tangible than others, like the unnamed protagonist in " The American Embassy" whose neck is swollen from the death of a child due to the writings of her political-activist journalist husband. Does grief overweigh personal survival? Then there is the Professor in "Ghosts". A survivor of the Biafra War, he sits as the evening breeze wafts down a balmy night, listening out for "the sounds doors opening and closing" and the arrival of ghosts to ease his plight.
<br><br>The loss of ideals and dreams is also central. In Imitation, Nkem, is a wife living in America without her "Big-Man" husband. She has settled into her life, her children are Americanised, she has weekly pilates class and she knows how to navigate a world much colder than what she is used to. But there is that thing around her neck; imitation of a marriage. Her only friend is a housegirl her husband brought over from Nigeria to help. There is that loneliness that comes with a life where a husband is only a companion for 2 months out of the year and infidelity is expected.
<br><br>Some time is spent on exploring marriages and romantic relationships. These unions have a lot in common: they are marred with expectations and disappointment, especially from the female perspective.
<br> Ultimately, women are at the heart of this collection. Aside from one male narrator, the stories are about females, all of them strong in their own unique way. And that's the beauty of the collection, hope is never to far behind. You might not agree with what a character decides to do with their neckpiece, but it is always a decision carried by strength of conviction. The story that closes the collection, " The Headstrong Historian" is about a strong woman and her legacy. Her ability to use her neck piece in her favour to see " that the thing that wrapped itself around your neck, that nearly choked you before you feel asleep , started to loosen , to let go."Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-26882520329544402772012-04-25T15:44:00.003-07:002012-04-26T08:56:24.762-07:00Hello like before<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"I stalled time<br>
and convinced her to do my bidding
<br>to colour me blind
<br>fit me a crown
<br>strip me bare
<br>and into whirlpool back home"
<br>before the clock struck dawn<br>
© fashionandfables
<br><br>Hello like before.
Those of you familiar with Bill Withers will know i stole that from a song :)
But , but, I am sure he doesn't mind me borrowing his words.
<br>It feels a little like coming back home after a holiday; while you loved being away it's great to leave your luggage at the door, sink back into your comfy chair before you unpack the souvenirs and make time for melancholy.<br>
So where i have i been. I ran away with the circus to be a juggler. I juggled flame torches, tossed knives in the air while in cages with lions and walked a thin wire with my eyes closed. Okay, i am embellishing a bit :). But, it feels that way most days.
<br>I am back. And soon to be qualified yoga instructor. High five me. Not to worry, i could never really stop writing. This is in addition to everything else. I got this. I got this.
<br> I got this like the fierce Solange in her awesome bra top by Nina Ricci. I want it. I am not joking.I do feel like i need an occasion to walk around in what is essentially underwear, i will find one, not to worry :) I think i should throw a party just so i can wear a bra top and skirt; what's the point of having abs and not enjoying it.
<br>The shoot is from weeks ago; i cut it out of ES magazine! It's awesome.
i am back!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-33898607308235097422012-01-29T16:51:00.000-08:002012-01-29T17:04:20.740-08:00Clémence Poésy; bon chic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2iHeFgRqIBjRLP7gtBeUfjSVmn1QDxcQatcRc6TCubR7Ix7cwL_nWvBceLBglcbjS4-2uMbdtbjEvXmlbcRfkiv-a5Y5Et11WN-mryigtV6QU5_uMEx0ccnYcaBcaN-1Miz-82yQa7T0/s1600/clement2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2iHeFgRqIBjRLP7gtBeUfjSVmn1QDxcQatcRc6TCubR7Ix7cwL_nWvBceLBglcbjS4-2uMbdtbjEvXmlbcRfkiv-a5Y5Et11WN-mryigtV6QU5_uMEx0ccnYcaBcaN-1Miz-82yQa7T0/s400/clement2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703221794148091890" /></a><br />Clémence Poésy for Glamour UK Feb 2012<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsYlSVRKPMZw2daXJwZvk-x0KT39jbEQkxjNnz3_OWoiORjti9KUGmwoTODnZEZyc7gr6H-qIUOs8jvpdAWLTIAvsRjz6DUn7GJOaaJ2UXMc2yfS8fwa2nw8Gpi-eat7SAydEKWG_X62E/s1600/clement+3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUsYlSVRKPMZw2daXJwZvk-x0KT39jbEQkxjNnz3_OWoiORjti9KUGmwoTODnZEZyc7gr6H-qIUOs8jvpdAWLTIAvsRjz6DUn7GJOaaJ2UXMc2yfS8fwa2nw8Gpi-eat7SAydEKWG_X62E/s400/clement+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703223357361732418" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2kjL4aARnrOZzg7LbVgo8DrXhoGK_ytrJYpebY2Mfif1yROR-OT9k6pVFvC4b9ZEPJqvQeaYjQtZxIrMSrOWFslcWZ0eiaImh_lLEdWRoclzLGEGIAUKv1r8sr3VSfv_nCjCErSH6cQn/s1600/clement1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp2kjL4aARnrOZzg7LbVgo8DrXhoGK_ytrJYpebY2Mfif1yROR-OT9k6pVFvC4b9ZEPJqvQeaYjQtZxIrMSrOWFslcWZ0eiaImh_lLEdWRoclzLGEGIAUKv1r8sr3VSfv_nCjCErSH6cQn/s400/clement1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703222663230965202" /></a><br /><br /><br />I kinda heart Clémence Poésy. I even kinda want her name and her nationality; this goes beyond coveting her wardrobe . Just finished writing about her for work, and i am further in love with her clothes. I am thinking and scheming of ways to meet her and get those red wash skinny jeans<br />So chic. so simple.<br />such shiny hair as well. i am going to dream about those jeans!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-12862929028472658092012-01-07T16:54:00.001-08:002012-01-07T17:45:07.503-08:00Bonne année. Bon Hiver.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoPCBrrrPNYq4STnri-2cWEyuQSH-UBteETqrm0W-MUmTLBHPX2ZlTf2rKlLZW5j_pweRxBS9LNqFuxo5ZVxlX03jGTxJfso0TH-4Q71FhmHbqf4xrTFL-DuaD2fqNKqdqW-A61YAmcQH/s1600/red.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPoPCBrrrPNYq4STnri-2cWEyuQSH-UBteETqrm0W-MUmTLBHPX2ZlTf2rKlLZW5j_pweRxBS9LNqFuxo5ZVxlX03jGTxJfso0TH-4Q71FhmHbqf4xrTFL-DuaD2fqNKqdqW-A61YAmcQH/s400/red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695062457893193090" /></a><br /><br />Shala Monoroque for Vogue Nippon Jan 2012<br /><br />I am a little late to the party, but i hear it's fashionable to be late! Anyways, my dear readers who should really be asleep at this time of the night, Happy freaking New Year.<br />Currently listening to the Bon Iver. Bon Iver is like my muse. My hairy, indy, hipster muses. Right now, i would probably marry Justin Vernon no questions asked; he writes so beautifully! Sure, i can't understand most of it?! But it's okay!<br /><br />I have great plans for this year. <br />For one, I want to be an awesome part time yoga teacher. If i become one of those really douchy ones that kinda yell at people for mixing up their left legs with their right, please, by all means, feel free to smack me in the face. Really hard. I will provide the smacking plank for the job. i.<br /> <br />I also want to wear more red. Red is the colour of the root chakras which allows us to experience the basics. I also look nice and friendly in red. Okay, enough granola talk.<br />Real talk.<br />I don't really do resolutions, i set intentions.( i stole that from some yogis in my class, :)<br />Well, my main intention is to be healthy, that's always my intention, i am always easy like that. Healthy physically but also emotionally in my interactions with people and the likes. And i think the last part is not always as easy.<br /><br />I also intend on making a shit load of money so i can buy that read dress in the picture- i thought i needed to balance the granola talk with some hardcore consumerist intentions! :)<br />It's been a crazy challenging year with a couple of pity parties already, but after the party is the afterparty, and my afterparties is when i get really creative and turn all the "bad" stuff into my USP. <br />So here is to my red dress.<br />Here is to Vogue Nippon<br />Bon Hiver= Happy WinterFashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-77207617710164412172011-12-21T15:33:00.000-08:002011-12-21T16:17:29.692-08:00Ode to Cos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PRlJjbJDXVLBBBDqr3b7KBaQpm3XuvJxaBc9oEqU14MfNi0_JPS7mkk1EPEGyQnqw6qtVsRrEwdl-cO2xQ5XvDeguXq8LrMVGhhERvgORb1o1qUWo_0Eblyuyo8p8FkgXaNEIB8K2b3x/s1600/top2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2PRlJjbJDXVLBBBDqr3b7KBaQpm3XuvJxaBc9oEqU14MfNi0_JPS7mkk1EPEGyQnqw6qtVsRrEwdl-cO2xQ5XvDeguXq8LrMVGhhERvgORb1o1qUWo_0Eblyuyo8p8FkgXaNEIB8K2b3x/s400/top2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688739661643970146" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx4Yp6ueQUBluqdjmsxKagAJWw7ctMftNJGzSjpt8P5_9Xlk9vzxGs8w6y7Vu4UqJdwAG0yJAg6sokVAG2x_RCouy4zt_OLnv_SNXQaQW0OnWtcSKe3T9FJjOq_LOf2XORYopvMcX5RS4/s1600/top3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcx4Yp6ueQUBluqdjmsxKagAJWw7ctMftNJGzSjpt8P5_9Xlk9vzxGs8w6y7Vu4UqJdwAG0yJAg6sokVAG2x_RCouy4zt_OLnv_SNXQaQW0OnWtcSKe3T9FJjOq_LOf2XORYopvMcX5RS4/s400/top3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688739458897158146" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaO8WrKcxz4Y4UabgepxqqWNc6sL3aibrciOpe2ICkLqfCLA150iXlAzBs-KCU-zpg8ep6GpGITcv-JVVoOXDQwDlhZmVC5PzjiHvyuTlISuOUW_LqnSTDNpNVa0rLBY4tDOggrpfhCGFt/s1600/dresscos.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaO8WrKcxz4Y4UabgepxqqWNc6sL3aibrciOpe2ICkLqfCLA150iXlAzBs-KCU-zpg8ep6GpGITcv-JVVoOXDQwDlhZmVC5PzjiHvyuTlISuOUW_LqnSTDNpNVa0rLBY4tDOggrpfhCGFt/s400/dresscos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688736458602144354" /></a><br />COS is the honey to my bee<br />the yin to my yang<br />the bread to my jam<br />the apple to my retina <br />COS had me a C<br />Cos completes me.<br />I am not good at ODE as you can tell :)<br /><br />But you get where i am going with this: I freaking love COS. They neatly fold and wrap up your bought items in coloured crepe paper scented with eau d' "buy more at COS we are awesome" it's a mighty powerful scent to resist.<br />But COS is also tres expensive. Well, it's not like it's uber expensive.. but it's the kind of store you can't walk out with five or six bags without having to live on water for a week.<br />Been stalking their site to see when the sale start so i can buy that one piece of item i lusted at (self-control yoh)<br />But here are a couple of my favourite COS items.<br />Merry Christmas! 3 more days until Santa comes a knocking down that chimney!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-12251343099761636212011-12-08T15:10:00.000-08:002023-12-19T17:55:27.881-08:00Radio Win<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJjXsHiI5FSkVHgRXpfqsdWp6MsgVt0GwkvH7B7oIGtFgZ9_Dx75qBC9zZYGl736pqiMk5cwxhrKjAxjKU1lclgSeSzuPsV_464uWLpvVN7SPAt9VW1eI67icVjqZhkklVPuWvHgdW_xB/s1600/radio1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXJjXsHiI5FSkVHgRXpfqsdWp6MsgVt0GwkvH7B7oIGtFgZ9_Dx75qBC9zZYGl736pqiMk5cwxhrKjAxjKU1lclgSeSzuPsV_464uWLpvVN7SPAt9VW1eI67icVjqZhkklVPuWvHgdW_xB/s400/radio1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683912187396478930" /></a><br /><br />For a fraction of our teenage years, my sister and I shared a room with a creaky bunk bed, a crammed wardrobe and a digital alarm clock that doubled as a radio. The radio was our priced possession; our music bible. Perched on the worn-out box it came in, the bulky old thing was mostly tuned into Sky Radio; the station where tunes come to die. <br />In the Netherlands , Sky radio 100.7 FM" was reserved for old-school tracks that no longer received play on contemporary stations. <br /><br />On Sky Radio songs that made your father and mother freeze in their tracks to get an earful had a space to spew and rage against the dying of their light. The best thing about Sky Radio is that didn’t discriminate; it played tracks from a range of genres, from rock to r n b to Hip Hop and country. It taught us a lot about music.<br /><br />It was here I first heard Pat Benatar tell me that “Love is a battlefield” <br />Jimi Hendrix would drop in once in awhile, out of his Purple Haze , and hugging the limelight “I want to say one more last thing. I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time “<br />I found a buddy in Skello. Sure, I didn’t have an “8-track and a spare tire in the backseat” but I did wish “I was a little taller and a baller”<br />Really, I wanted to be a baller. I thought being a baller would get me the hot guys ☺<br /> <br />It was awesome time. Great times<br /> <br />The radio was also our access to competitions.<br />Friday, when all the cool kids were off exploring the night in bigger neighbouring cities, we used to sit huddled up listening to this soul and hip hop show that always featured a chance to win an assortment of goodies. <br />I never really won anything. But my sister did: Tickets to see Beyonce, CHECK! and another great win was a frontrow ticket to see Remy Shand in concert. She won a lot. She is very lucky and also an encyclopedia when it comes to music and movies.<br />But I don’t really win stuff.<br />Okay, I won a history quiz once in High school. But my history teacher loved me so I wouldn’t be surprised if she rigged that competition. She wanted me to go on and study history and write papers on the Tet offensive in 1965. But you know, I liked writing the papers and all, but a life-time on speculating on just whether Franz Ferdinard’s assassination was really the tipping point that led to World War One…. Coffee anyone?<br /><br />And I might have won a few hearts but I think it’s more of like the hearts were given to me under the guise of me having won. “I once had a boy or should I say he once had me”<br /><br />So, tonight at the London College of Jewellery’s raffle, before they pulled out the first number, i went : “whatever,i never win anything, every!”<br />And, like in the movies, not sure which one, they called out my number. And I go “ummm really, are you sure”<br />I won. I actually won. <br />it was good. it's a pretty necklace, very shinny and nice.<br />Wonder if this is what the radio win would have felt like :)Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-34316207447811756532011-12-07T15:12:00.000-08:002011-12-07T15:55:09.453-08:00Night Falls.I like walking at night.<br />I have for as long as i can remember.<br /> I feel i am much better about it now as an adult. Before, i was very dismissive of the dangers that lurk about night. That being said, i grew up in a very small and uneventful village where absolutely nothing, and i mean NOTHING, happens at night<br />With age I came to realise how disturbingly worrying it must be to parent a child with such a disposition.<br />Or be a boyfriend to a girl who just gets up and wanders around<br />Or be the sibling who worries when you slipped out.<br />Here, here for age :)<br /> i don't actually walk around so late anymore... For a good couple of years now.. But i find that it sneaks up on me in the winter. There is something about the cold that makes me very restless, maybe i think a chill will settle in my bones and never leave :)<br />I don't like the cold.<br />Either way<br />I find it very calming. I feel like in on a secret when i walk at night. That i am seeing the world they way it should be. Seeing everything it hides during the day. i find it very beautiful and so silent. Think the closest feeling to it is meditating; just being aware of your breathe as it rises and falls and everything else becomes very heighten yet very insignificant.<br />Well, right now, i am fighting the urge to go walk around. But i have a lot of work to do.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-53978751474696828442011-12-02T09:48:00.001-08:002011-12-02T10:25:52.048-08:00Brown Sugar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZh0jVVSxnaHYmW70VOHWgAeVrEdXRsDu7opKejeJBHZOzLDY0f5SZLTnlNu2AUbLw9sEZswBoFVVhDRLL8_CPveYxPIksILD24RQd-cnEBINAqaFucE6yng8iXcJraQZnGsgA35qeCrg/s1600/brownsugar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZh0jVVSxnaHYmW70VOHWgAeVrEdXRsDu7opKejeJBHZOzLDY0f5SZLTnlNu2AUbLw9sEZswBoFVVhDRLL8_CPveYxPIksILD24RQd-cnEBINAqaFucE6yng8iXcJraQZnGsgA35qeCrg/s400/brownsugar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681590163314351442" /></a><br /><br />Joan Smalls with Choreographer Stephen Galloway.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f1KLUFnBgUifet35OPV0KzRY0JTsS-MrlhLHRp5r8r-pM8VdkzZJwp-AD1kiTibyouUtiQacqVUj_Qo07BQUf8hcw341S4djv4y8sU493XmcG0GOGPnMX_aMS8lpAeNgJjBc3Qnn1knH/s1600/brownsugar+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6f1KLUFnBgUifet35OPV0KzRY0JTsS-MrlhLHRp5r8r-pM8VdkzZJwp-AD1kiTibyouUtiQacqVUj_Qo07BQUf8hcw341S4djv4y8sU493XmcG0GOGPnMX_aMS8lpAeNgJjBc3Qnn1knH/s400/brownsugar+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681598724787847826" /></a><br /><br />Stephen Galloway with model Raquel Zimmermann<br /><br />Wouldn't mind coming back as a female version of Stephen Galloway. Or like finding a time machine and going back to when i was like 5 and take ballet classes. Dreams.<br />Stephen is so awesome. He has my dream jobs. Sigh.<br />He is ballet dancer, has been for 25 years- sure you can see his got some moves from the picture.<br />But it doesn't end there. Nope. Nope.<br />He has worked as an Art Director for fashion houses such as Issey Miyake; helped staged fashion shows for the likes of Yves Saint Laurent, Costume National, Versace and Miyake and served as a a creative consultant and choreographer for the Rolling Stones’ world tours and music videos since 1997. <br />He is now in your face on every H&M billboard this winter with model Joan Smalls. She is alright, but i only have eyes for the dancer :). I just love his work; he injects movement into what would be otherwise quite boring work, <br />Oh, oh, i almost forgot, Stephen also designs for ballet productions across Europe, the US and the Far East.<br />Come dance with me Stephen. I will pay you to go as my date to my "Christmas" Party . No jokes.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-19397436691961746992011-12-01T14:53:00.000-08:002011-12-01T15:18:47.621-08:00Madewell is Made-well<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lNIMPDwOxu8" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />It's very hard for me to think of Madewell as an American brand. I can't help it. My eyes and mind tell me it should be french, mais non it's American? American brands, well American brands, don't tend to create anything as easy and chic as Madewell.<br /><br />Oh dear, i might be stoned for saying this. Wait, i can redeem myself.<br /> Let's have a fashion history class here . Take Bill Blass, Donna Karen, Ralph Lauren even Marc Jacobs, all awesome designers, but really none of them are effortless, not really. <br /> I mean it as a compliment. Madewell is awesome.<br /> It's simple, it delivers, and it makes women believe that all they need to be hot is to wear a nice striped t-shirt, fitting pair of jeans, perhaps a cardigan and a splash of colour; It's very french, very conscious of the importance of styling.<br /><br />But can't argue with the fact that it's Americana. Hats off to Madewell’s Head of Design, Kin Ying.<br />Madewell is also very clever; they have collaborated with the likes of Alexa Chung and Dree Hemmingway, both very effortless. Madewell just released a holiday video with Dree Hemmingway. Can't find it on youtube alas.... so you will have to enjoy Alexa's videooooooooo.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-25575232867444387282011-11-30T13:28:00.000-08:002011-11-30T13:59:46.930-08:00Stone Cold Fox<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGMS09uShFjXABOR49xS4Bbe8FMoK8R4rb6fTE-yfxtnox1E06-PPvO7RueobmTd1PwLfph-_LGfRgU4tUBhq6UrxgRQrOUwgKxQJ7LN-6rLRGC3p6kxlpuaDqNErcNOGqnBbbS1ZoyXa/s1600/coldfox.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGMS09uShFjXABOR49xS4Bbe8FMoK8R4rb6fTE-yfxtnox1E06-PPvO7RueobmTd1PwLfph-_LGfRgU4tUBhq6UrxgRQrOUwgKxQJ7LN-6rLRGC3p6kxlpuaDqNErcNOGqnBbbS1ZoyXa/s400/coldfox.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680908852606727522" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.thestonecoldfox.com/">Stone Cold Fox.</a> You had me with your howl of a name. <br />Really, i actually went and looked through their lookbook just cuz i thought "Now, that's a cool name"<br /> So, really, whoever said don't judge a label by its name probably had a shit moniker that people laughed at :).<br /><br />But Stone Cold Fox is more than a clever name. No, sireeeeeee it has some pretty clothes to go with that.<br /> It's very frilly, flowy, girly, off-the shoulder ish and vintage; everything i am not really. <br />Okay, i guess i can be girly and vintagy, but i freaking hate frills. Frills make me want to reach for the kitchen scissors and cut the damn things off. Frills remind me of country music. I actually love country music, mainly for the dramatic lyrics.. but i can't stand the outfits! Frills are a no. <br /><br />But Stone Cold Fox is still awesome,; they have good quality pieces and it's done in a fresh way. Also, the Gypsy decay collection has some pretty nice shorts. As we all know, i would live in shorts if i could.<br /><br />And the best thing about their name: the inspiration s from" The Virgin Suicides’. Remember that scene between Josh Hartnett and Kirsten Dunst ( way before she leaves the car running in the garage and , well, dies). ”He puts his arm around her and says, ‘You’re a stone cold fox,’<br />Personally, i think a stone cold fox should wear a leather jacket, shorts and some killa wedges!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-86347640640589957972011-11-29T11:44:00.000-08:002011-11-29T11:58:54.362-08:00Tavi and Joni<iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_nWlQBHpsbA" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />Okay, so i have been obsessed with Joni Mitchell for about 25 days and a couple of hours. Miss Mitchell has some serious vocal chords and some pretty damn good lyrics. <br />I am even considering becoming a bonafide hippy just for Joni. I have started collection parsley-printed blouses, and i might blowdry my fro straight just for like a day so i can have like a crown of daisies around two pigtails. Of course i will get one of those guitar things as well, must get one of those. :)<br /><br />Anyways. When the blogsphere reported that Tavi, le fashion tween extraordinaire can sing! I was like yah whatever, my fish can sing too yoh. But then when i heard that she sang one of my all time favourite Joni Mitchell songs " A Case Of You" i had to listen.<br />First of, WHAT HAPPENED TO THE BLUE HAIR TAVI? I mean, i hated it personally, but i was surprised. I guess you are growing up. You sound awesome Tavi. Just what can't you do! Sigh. Awesome kid who now knows blue hair is a no no :) I want an awesome kid like you.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-81209631910909921382011-11-26T15:56:00.000-08:002011-11-26T16:18:48.000-08:00Death of Distant Friends<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3tuTeNUE6u11bju3j6hyphenhyphen9RhnkbkyLIeIBDxPZKPFREXCetWiAun8vVhm_TdUk1kt-RYFTHDKzLDxfD9B8Pq-U8xTL056V_Tthp-SdR0cUP6SMHAAIYDvyUWLeieSFvVzDyAlp2z5mHBF/s1600/updike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL3tuTeNUE6u11bju3j6hyphenhyphen9RhnkbkyLIeIBDxPZKPFREXCetWiAun8vVhm_TdUk1kt-RYFTHDKzLDxfD9B8Pq-U8xTL056V_Tthp-SdR0cUP6SMHAAIYDvyUWLeieSFvVzDyAlp2z5mHBF/s400/updike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679461000052607922" /></a><br /><br />It's been awhile since i read the "Death of distant friends", a short story by John Updike. In true Updike fashion, the main character is a middle-aged white man on his second wife, after a series of "indiscretions" smothered the first.<br />I have this discussion with a lot of my friends about my relationship with Updike; i am not white, disillusioned, middle-aged, never been to New England and don't cheat on my boyfriends. I have thought about it, been tempted, but i didn't have the stomach for it really. Infidelity is just so messy, what with so many lies to keep straight. Maybe when i get older i will have more of an appetite for it, like Updike's characters :)<br /><br />Yet, even though i can't necessarily relate to his characters on the surface, there is something there that i always felt drawn to. I just find it fascinating this unravelling effect age seems to have on your ideals of love and everything you once believed; it's like watching a storm slowly beat down a house. I am fascinated. Like i am fascinated with people and what makes them do things. And, i like that none of the characters are clear cut; you see fidelity and the lack of it from so many angles.<br /><br /> Also, it beautiful prose, i like beautiful things :)<br /><br />Anyways, In the " Death of Distant Friends" the protagonist relays the effects of the death of three friends, one of which his dog<br /><br />The essence of the story is captured in the last paragraph:<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight:bold;">The truth-how terrible to acknowledge- all three of these deaths make me happy, in a way. Witness to my disgrace is being removed. The world is growing lighter. Eventually there be none to remember me as I was I those embarrassing, disarrayed years when I scuttled without a shell, between houses and wives, a snake between skins a monster of selfishness, my grotesque needs naked and pink, my social presence beggarly and vulnerable. The deaths of others carry us off bit by bit, until there will be nothing left, and this, too, will be, in a way, a mercy. </span><br /><br />And there in lies the risk of this thing we call friendship isn't it, at least the ones we consider "true". Those who are privy to our " grotesque needs naked and pink…….. our social presence beggarly and vulnerable" their knowing are reminders of our flaws, our humanity, however unpleasant; we can hide from our reflections in the mirror but the contortions on another face is different matter.<br /><br />So, anyways, you can read the story on the New Yorker's website, where it was first published.<br />enjoy!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-31683041007262124312011-11-26T15:47:00.000-08:002011-11-30T14:24:49.080-08:00The Book of Laughter and Forgiving<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHM3Al_mBn09mVbpaT-Akqo0gxhvPOBQu5gONj6189qx8g9B52MEhH2p7b5Pq7c1DlnuRdv1Hi0PElAwqDC-XaEoqqftPST_2urnEqIZq5Y73z0yP1y24k6kd3K_rJg6EUKb9THniNZsIg/s1600/bookof+laughter.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHM3Al_mBn09mVbpaT-Akqo0gxhvPOBQu5gONj6189qx8g9B52MEhH2p7b5Pq7c1DlnuRdv1Hi0PElAwqDC-XaEoqqftPST_2urnEqIZq5Y73z0yP1y24k6kd3K_rJg6EUKb9THniNZsIg/s400/bookof+laughter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680916835012932418" /></a><br /><br />I like to revisit old books. You know, just to say hi, see if everyone is still as i left them :). I am thinking of buying more books at the moment, but i think it's best i just borrow them from the library. Buying means i am committing to a "library" of my own. Which will mean, i can't fit all my stuff in my one suitcase and split should i want to. I am not saying i want to... I know, get a kindle. I freaking hate kindles. That's the last we shall speak of Kindles. .. I am sure Kindles are awesome, my dad has one, he loves it. My sister loves hers. I just want a real book you know. PLEASE NEVER GET ME A KINDLE.<br /><br />Anyways.<br />"The Book of Laughter and Forgetting" By Milan Kundera.<br />Awesome chap.<br />Awesome book. Not much laughing when i come to think of it. <br />awesome paragraph.<br />Funny thing is, i think i liked this paragraph the first time i read it. <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">"Every man has two erotic biographies. The first is the one people mainly talk about, the one consisting of a list of affairs and passing amours. The other is undoubtedly more interesting: the procession of women we wanted to have but who eluded us, the painful history of unrealised possibilities. But there is the third, a mysterious and disturbing category of women. these are the women we liked and were liked by, but women we quickly saw we would never have, because in relation to them we we were on the other side of the border."</span><br /><br />i feel like i have number 2 s and 3s a lot. with men that is. not women.<br />so here is to you all my number 2s and 3s. i raise my cider to youFashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-26491923555904825952011-11-24T15:32:00.000-08:002011-11-26T15:42:23.045-08:00I want.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsa7D1HXvpSGEpgN7rJQ2HGjq5esZcz0IofuJ2q-kdWrzNgKXP7Gy8m0C_fLHRQMCCWrK8ynLI_lKufb4QSOEI0p43YYO1B0x6_h57rEPOoTjmIKAjuejwmzDom-wTH27KobvOgcxT59s/s1600/boycoat.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOsa7D1HXvpSGEpgN7rJQ2HGjq5esZcz0IofuJ2q-kdWrzNgKXP7Gy8m0C_fLHRQMCCWrK8ynLI_lKufb4QSOEI0p43YYO1B0x6_h57rEPOoTjmIKAjuejwmzDom-wTH27KobvOgcxT59s/s400/boycoat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678709487879593298" /></a><br /><br />I WANT THAT COAT! i know can't have it. I am too small for that long of a coat, it swallows me up and i look even smaller. But i am going to close my eyes and see myself at 5ft 7 wearing that coat. It feels good. I look good in this visualisation. love the collar.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-15767693417947356152011-11-24T15:02:00.000-08:002011-11-26T15:40:41.302-08:00Fee- fi-fo-fur<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEg6i4UxkvrnWs0Sygy2dXszdB85UkYANlBPHJUhfyom6QaQ8SzxTrByEsiZIEogk66HXHk6RAJzPoUdGFCetcL7pDmk_QkftQ52IWbRJ62xFOldFPPZHYcRaVvT77lbxkcCP8G4ZluCxj/s1600/mc+MARIE+CLAIRE_9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEg6i4UxkvrnWs0Sygy2dXszdB85UkYANlBPHJUhfyom6QaQ8SzxTrByEsiZIEogk66HXHk6RAJzPoUdGFCetcL7pDmk_QkftQ52IWbRJ62xFOldFPPZHYcRaVvT77lbxkcCP8G4ZluCxj/s400/mc+MARIE+CLAIRE_9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678707490375203938" /></a><br />I once wrote a rather scalding article about the evils of Fur. I was deep, or should i say it was deeply critical of the fur industry. It was a school paper, we didn't have ad revenues to worry about so i could be as honest as i wanted to be :)<br />I am still very much against fur. It's not necessary to put an animal through all that just for something pretty when faux fur is just as pretty.<br />So ode to le faux fur. Saw this styling in ASOS latest magazine which i got in the mail today. Love everything about the outfit. Well, i don't like the denim that much and i wouldn't have included the bag in the styling. And the jewellery is amazing. I will dress like this tomorrow to go to the gym or the grocery store.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-44256725797934642392011-11-23T05:15:00.000-08:002011-11-23T05:17:29.795-08:00Shoemint meets Rachel Bilson<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Qu3D6rIQBLk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br />Sigh. All those wedges, in so many colours and with studs and stuff; i am in love. Also, i am a whole inch taller than Rachel Bilson. Just wanted to throw that in there. She is so bitsy and cute.a whole 5ft 2 inches worth of cuteness.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-16703407087137786512011-11-17T13:36:00.000-08:002011-11-26T16:39:19.483-08:00Of the Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oNKzH9UAUh1bnwrU-RC-zJarSwTliIABeN2HOlkaFSNRmTuVBQsc905kgGTSWFvGX3F5vr8nAXfxRdGU2I8gKAH6FjoxuEmWH4MlbpSC8DBEluCsZdf50YlzZ8Cm75xcrcEhKXxAs6iS/s1600/grey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3oNKzH9UAUh1bnwrU-RC-zJarSwTliIABeN2HOlkaFSNRmTuVBQsc905kgGTSWFvGX3F5vr8nAXfxRdGU2I8gKAH6FjoxuEmWH4MlbpSC8DBEluCsZdf50YlzZ8Cm75xcrcEhKXxAs6iS/s400/grey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676084046054818194" /></a><br />I don't normally blog about music. Which is very weird because music is like my life; i am always listening to something. It got so bad that at some point i decided to consciously spend time away from my playlists especially when i am outside, so my interactions with people wouldn't be muted. I can now leave my house without my headphones which is awesome!<br /><br />Today, i was listening to Grey Reverend. Actually, his name is Larry Brown. He is a black folk artist/singer song writer. Which is weird for this day and age. Come on, it is.<br /> i love him cuz: He is a very good writer; He is quite good-looking, He lives in Brooklyn (whoot whoot) and he is a bad-ass(he suffers from focal dystonia, a neurological condition which cost him 2 of his fingers but he kept playing his guitar and all )<br />His debut album is called "Of the Days", recorded in his Brooklyn apartment.<br />My fav track is "of the days" but i can't find an online recording on youtube of it... itunes!<br /><br />it's mellow, and it's tonight lullaby. Doing a good job of getting to bed before 11pm this week. High Five me!.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-57909498805233321622011-11-17T07:26:00.000-08:002011-11-17T14:21:39.364-08:00Top 5 Designer-High Street Collaboration I Would Camp out for... kinda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYK_1dBO0pbz51oD6cxDV9bQKqZW1NxmNhDoqG7_CdVLcJrJ_kKy5YzznMoeWpvkXdo3kd7Xe3byuBt9ipOlIjlcediCaSKKWVCcR93MMAtrVcrkC-ZQ2YFqm5UqVDwPPjv3M8OUFKMsDK/s1600/dagmar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYK_1dBO0pbz51oD6cxDV9bQKqZW1NxmNhDoqG7_CdVLcJrJ_kKy5YzznMoeWpvkXdo3kd7Xe3byuBt9ipOlIjlcediCaSKKWVCcR93MMAtrVcrkC-ZQ2YFqm5UqVDwPPjv3M8OUFKMsDK/s400/dagmar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676072143553534050" /></a><br />Images from House of Dagmar collection<br /><br />In celebration of all that is the Versace and H&M collaboration, and the fact that i feel better about procrastinating when i attend to my blog..... because my blog gets me jobs too ? really?!!? <br /> Here is my list of TOP 5 Designer/ High-Street Collaborations for H&M to consider. These are submissions i would camp out for... if i believed and had the tenacity to camp out. I am just horrible with lines yoh!<br /><br /><br />Numero UNO! <a href="http://www.costellotagliapietra.com/">Costello Tagliapietra</a>.<br /> I have made no secret of my obsession with the New York-based designers who recently tied the knot. sigh. And i know they already did a collaboration with Uniqlo. But i want more for them. I want people to line up at crazy hours of the night for their clothes. I want H&M to open their hearts to C&T. Open your heart H&M. Drapery at its best.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVdvJyMheCgd7q6aBtTBjVRh5gs434FocJkjnM5Z0B7Ky5WM4UNWSWfJZXNUGBgkClyweEZqt8eOROmuhFtFtXyp0gNS0vejdRw0ByZCsU5kpZfqIXUNPUOg_fEFlmesZCtq2zQ4RIh-o/s1600/dip-costello.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVdvJyMheCgd7q6aBtTBjVRh5gs434FocJkjnM5Z0B7Ky5WM4UNWSWfJZXNUGBgkClyweEZqt8eOROmuhFtFtXyp0gNS0vejdRw0ByZCsU5kpZfqIXUNPUOg_fEFlmesZCtq2zQ4RIh-o/s400/dip-costello.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675988692902604930" /></a> image of 2010 collection for Uniqlo<br /><br />2) <a href="http://www.vanessabruno.com/">Vanessa Bruno.</a> <br />She is french and quirky. End of story. You need more convincing? Oh yeah, Kate Bosworth digs her too! For those not as impressionable: Her clothes are fresh, subtle and just gorgeous!! Did i mention that she is french? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsT_8d23um_k3rNy-X4c_nNWiXSyZSQuw7mz0rWVViasBe8Yd8qHamnyYLNbTdIMRd6Y9PO53abPks1_hrr-plZZ-uzTy2u9gyLfC3Pjji1faluvMa_ir4xb5xZ5rb5oCXF9YBDZ1aW2Af/s1600/VB.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsT_8d23um_k3rNy-X4c_nNWiXSyZSQuw7mz0rWVViasBe8Yd8qHamnyYLNbTdIMRd6Y9PO53abPks1_hrr-plZZ-uzTy2u9gyLfC3Pjji1faluvMa_ir4xb5xZ5rb5oCXF9YBDZ1aW2Af/s400/VB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675990328128463138" /></a><br /><br />3<a href="http://www.marcjacobs.com/">)Marc Jacobs</a>. Because he loves his abs so much, he talks shit like no body's business (flashback to like back in 2007 when he was all mad about how people were complaining he was late to showcase his collection and threatened to leave for Paris lol) and his clothes are awesome! <br />Wine and dine him H&M! Be sure to tell him how fab his body is, i am pretty sure he will respond to that. Jokes aside. Mark is AMAZING and has the big personality you need to make a collaboration work. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8JUYa9GX2I6x6GLNU0NS8RXYo0g5hWzeKUI7rO9AwjwXMB8Yg8Z1nsfQF27WRYqjYtaBhUYm9a6HOUcm8vU7Iv2WdRMMWE0lvwxowN5iHVfbkCoHcZ-Cw15j3uSVroGzPeib3Xz56Hxq/s1600/marc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia8JUYa9GX2I6x6GLNU0NS8RXYo0g5hWzeKUI7rO9AwjwXMB8Yg8Z1nsfQF27WRYqjYtaBhUYm9a6HOUcm8vU7Iv2WdRMMWE0lvwxowN5iHVfbkCoHcZ-Cw15j3uSVroGzPeib3Xz56Hxq/s400/marc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676067210297375970" /></a><br /><br />4) <a href="http://rickowens.eu/">Rick Owens</a>. Mainly cuz i want a freaking awesome leather-inspired collection and who does leather better than Rick Owens... . Leather is my current crush. So sorry animal activists. i mean reclaimed leather. Really. I am totally not about buying super new leather. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhHq0uEkU6lM-Iu10zGs-8ZOsnZx_9RgqkV3t8hmo8wUWOfWK1vi9Qv04Ji33fdzJt34kwJPTYf9xSSIrKwdX2CnbVde63k0I9jWt4igXSPMXDtsDnQzYeJFnvhyhzwp3u37wjp9DqukC/s1600/rockowens.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQhHq0uEkU6lM-Iu10zGs-8ZOsnZx_9RgqkV3t8hmo8wUWOfWK1vi9Qv04Ji33fdzJt34kwJPTYf9xSSIrKwdX2CnbVde63k0I9jWt4igXSPMXDtsDnQzYeJFnvhyhzwp3u37wjp9DqukC/s400/rockowens.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676069248097375058" /></a><br /><br />5) <a href="http://www.houseofdagmar.se/">Dagmar</a>.<br />They are Swedish. H&M is swedish, i mean if that isn't a match made in Scandinavian heaven you tell me? Okay, aside from the Swedish connection, i think they would made great bedfellows.<br />Firstly, H&M needs to change the whole landscape of their designer collaborations. Yes, big names are all so nice and shiny but they aren't really carving out an identity. <br />Par example, Dagmar is small up-and-coming brand with a lot of "hip" associations H&M can tap into: arty, comfort, quality, quirky etc etc. So far, the whole guest designer collaboration has been missing a real partnership and sustainable element, it terms of brand development.<br /> It's just always "yah look at this cool designer we got" It should be more like look at this designer, look at us, see what we have in common, when you buy brand x , even when unassociated to H&M, you will think of H&M. H&M is cool. H&M is awesome like Dagmar. Not H&M can have pay for big names and have your interest for like 2-3 weeks out of the year!<br />Why i reckon Dagmar would be great for H&M to step it up. I know, no one asked for my opinion. H&M does fine without my two cents. But i really think they are missing out on that and other brands such as Zara are totally way ahead of them. <br /><br />anyhooooooes top5 yoh!<br />out for desert now with ma soeur. ICE FREAKING CREAM!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-65615153591673511522011-11-17T06:43:00.000-08:002011-11-17T07:16:13.811-08:00Versace For H&M Collection<br><br><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vDhJXwSedMM9hjDvYbX8Kq6gEm9VdaZRpBHdq7hBdvcaWniRrO4BZOtAE2as5-s6AzJaXs7fiMpMSPUcmLjFR9xtQ_1u2FCYIm-HJ0p9sz1b55KlhlM2YVxrTd-gaqhLtzW99OR2907L/s1600/hm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_vDhJXwSedMM9hjDvYbX8Kq6gEm9VdaZRpBHdq7hBdvcaWniRrO4BZOtAE2as5-s6AzJaXs7fiMpMSPUcmLjFR9xtQ_1u2FCYIm-HJ0p9sz1b55KlhlM2YVxrTd-gaqhLtzW99OR2907L/s400/hm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675979300408683266" /></a><br /><br />Even if you threatened to shred my awesome leather jacket or throw away all of my beloved wedges if i didn't come up with nice words about Versace, i would have to pause, take a minute or 10, or maybe 100... Then i think i would say: the animal print can be nice? and they always have awesome styling.... That's as nice as i could get <br /><br />I am too minimalist of a dresser to really be fond of Versace. I totally respect the brand and Donatella is like a hurricane to be reckoned with; I wouldn't mess with her, she means business! I like her. I wouldn't want to dress like her, but i like her business acumen! <br /><br />The thing is, i am not even that much of a minimalist, really! i just don't see the point to be that loud with every single piece of item of clothing or accessory you have on. It's like being in a conversation with everyone talking at the same time. Take turns people, just take turns! So you can actually understand what the hell is going on!. <br /><br />But versace's aesthetics is loud and way too constricting for my liking. I always feel a wee bit dazed when i looked at the collection; I never really know what to focus on. So, it goes to say i didn't go line up in front of Regent Street to bag myself one of Versace's pieces for H&M . <br /><br />Also, as Donatella explained while defending the brand's inability to use "real women as models" reality isn't want the brand is about. Like, who is going to be draped in shimmery tight pants, leopard print blouse and sky-high stilettoes every day? I am not a trophy wife yoh, while that seems like a riveting job and all... <br /><br />But in le end, i must say, i don't hate everything. and, hey, it's affordable!<br />I am going to see if i can get that nice leather studded dress. Come on Santa, i have been really good :)Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-7337043128963913352011-11-16T06:25:00.000-08:002011-11-16T13:18:33.230-08:00Julia's Hair.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApfSHYVlo8kx7EPoJMBiHIFUtJjKVjdGWjSAQBfZpGv3jWqdrFsSWlT26yEBTNsO7W1Cnu5cfUYbB9lpUU6QqGB3VOyku7JgNG8deHgu6A_lQxht430bmz698UGVF_EBQY7ukDcH8ClEU/s1600/julia+4+vogue.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhApfSHYVlo8kx7EPoJMBiHIFUtJjKVjdGWjSAQBfZpGv3jWqdrFsSWlT26yEBTNsO7W1Cnu5cfUYbB9lpUU6QqGB3VOyku7JgNG8deHgu6A_lQxht430bmz698UGVF_EBQY7ukDcH8ClEU/s400/julia+4+vogue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675599898407546002" /></a><br /><br />Isn't her hair gorgeous.<br />Almost time to take out my braids.<br />i think maybe after my interview on Monday... or maybe like in 2 weeks. I love my hair and all but it's a wee bit of work when it's out and i can be lazy. <br />But Julia Sarr Jamois's hair makes me wanna be less lazy. Former model, Julia is the very fashionable Fashion Editor of <a href="http://www.wonderlandmagazine.com/">Wonderland Magazine</a>. So young. so creative. such hot hair!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-56207043594793216482011-11-15T11:58:00.000-08:002011-11-15T12:03:29.885-08:00Lucy Chadwick · A Selby film for ZARA<iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/s3gDnnTfE2E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br />What does this have to with<a href="http://www.zara.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/home/uk/en/zara-W2011"> Zara</a>, you may ask? Well, good question. I believe, jack all. Association? But does it matter? Buy Zara and you will have a fabulous life and awesome house like Lucy. And i believe she is also wearing a number of items from Zara's current collection! Which, might i add, i love. It's gorgeous! uber cozy!<br />I also want Lucy's glasses. i need them in my life!<br />Also, how amazing is that coffee maker, i DIE!Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-89824931256306204312011-11-15T11:44:00.000-08:002011-11-15T11:56:48.870-08:00Shorts and the Blouse, go together like a horse and carriage with a hat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWP_nf4CJ81l799WamxJnBg3yITga6XkwVc99cRnEFdHi5emFH0ZY02J2EkrU9cS47BmmNen0pVRcdcmW5h9qR7voKkTE2hfPxGD_HihTPEEvNUuqi6ze5nh_uIA7qCrdTQ_rIJZdlMhls/s1600/shorts+image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWP_nf4CJ81l799WamxJnBg3yITga6XkwVc99cRnEFdHi5emFH0ZY02J2EkrU9cS47BmmNen0pVRcdcmW5h9qR7voKkTE2hfPxGD_HihTPEEvNUuqi6ze5nh_uIA7qCrdTQ_rIJZdlMhls/s400/shorts+image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675311537025126978" /></a><br />Image from Elle .com<br /><br />In the famous words of Rachael Zoe " I DIE" <br />This girl is reading my mind and drinking from the same fountain i drink from.. Per chance are we twins separated at birth?. Okay, we don't really look alike. But she has my shoes.. ish.. i reckon we could be BFFs. <br />See it works. shorts and a blouse+ wedges.<br /> I just have to find the perfect tights, ones warm enough. Cuz i don't suffer for fashion yoh. I don't have it in me, the cold always knocks me down; i am weak like that<br />and i wouldn't wear the hat, my fro is to big now. sad. and hats don't necessarily work for me.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597382579196827279.post-32052296795784819572011-11-14T07:45:00.000-08:002011-11-14T07:59:50.392-08:00Manic Monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASp5WWVN96ncx8ZSmzpDiQ1GfKRjiQOPP2edHnR-mBCzKBl0hUarhjx0rkv_eEBC-zKIXuewyM5hHMKIfoXiK47Fc7TwZbIpxhh3Qh4Z8aV5WR_Hy9CKYCb87DTnhCmwaA8634EbUY9gG/s1600/hot+look.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgASp5WWVN96ncx8ZSmzpDiQ1GfKRjiQOPP2edHnR-mBCzKBl0hUarhjx0rkv_eEBC-zKIXuewyM5hHMKIfoXiK47Fc7TwZbIpxhh3Qh4Z8aV5WR_Hy9CKYCb87DTnhCmwaA8634EbUY9gG/s400/hot+look.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674878407556363378" /></a><br />image from stockholmstreetstyle<br /><br />It's not really a Manic Monday. Actually, i have a little bit of time off, off meaning i get to work on my own stuff rather than expending energy on other people's projects.<br />But i like that song. and it's in my head!<br /> It is more of a cold and gloomy MondayThat's autumn in LONDON for you ladies and gentlemen). <br />Since i am not in New England or NY enjoying golden foliage, i have taken to looking at style blogs to cheer myself up.<br />How hot.<br />so simple.<br />no blouse, but blazer. Her legs are amazing. i want those skinny jeans. Well, that's the former denim addict in me speaking.Fashion and Fableshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01185692734680773397noreply@blogger.com0