Little makes me happier faster than a positive upbeat song. And that's the case with I Blame Coco's latest tune (see below). The chorus lifts me, despite it being a bit sad. I am a lonely robot.
I just want them. How can I find them? I must go on a quest for them. There are my preciousssssss.........
Having spent all this time bopping around the internet looking at lovely designer-y stuff, I felt it was high time to check back in with one of my favourite designers, William Tempest. When on an interview last year for a research job at a lifestyle website, the interviewer asked who my favourite new designer was and my mind when blank. I said Peter Pilotto. Fail. I don't like Peter Pilotto.
I do, however, love the Tempest. Ever since Grazia ran a feature on him last year I've been smitten ever since. His first collection was the kind of spark of genius that prompts prizes in other fields (like first novels, for example).
With the premise of this amazing first collection fresh in my mind, I eagerly anticipated the web page to load showing his latest collection. But unlike the first, which was breakout, bold and beautiful, this one is neater, cleaner and safer. It's more of a grower. I miss the grandiose appeal of his first breakout collection, but this is still beautiful and bold, with the combination of dreamy light green and inky, oily black fabrics.
I just love her. She's got such a wolfish gaze, enviable legs and her dad's voice. All good.
I have gotten a little (ok, a lot) lazy with my posts the last few days - combination of being quite busy, having a head all over the place (jobs, living, relationships, friendships, you name it) and there not being that much inspiration around at the moment. I've been reading all the magazines, trawling the websites...summer fashion makes for some very dull mid-range mag spreads. Girls in their underwear - check. Girls in bikinis and sarongs - check. Some of us aren't going away this summer. So I'll have to get my inspiration from conventional sources.
Hellz yeah! I was boogie-ing on down to....well actually, to Kelly Rowland. Have you heard her new song? Killer. But dancing is dancing.
Not that I've got anything against the lesbian/Friar Tuck take on a look. But it's such a letdown after yesterday. A haircut can make a difference in a bad way too.
This is a bad camera angle because I had to rely on hip-heigh steps. In actual fact, these trousers make my waist look really small but as a result make my hips look big (not helped by the creases from sitting down all day). Gok would disapprove. All the fashion editrixes would disapprove. Who cares? It's all meant to be about experimenting. Don't worry, I'll find a perfect way to wear these trousers. And I've mastered the catwalk belt-knotting trick.
Besides, I'm far too wired to be down. Finally watched Footloose tonight (no way near enough dancing) and am buzzing. SJP was such a cutie back then.
Oh it's a wonderful day. Asos Magazine has Ashley Greene as their cover girl. And Kelly Rowland's Commander is on the tv. And I didn't have to watch any football. All is good.
Lolz. I'm in a humorous mood.
I shame myself by admitting the first time I heard that song was in 13 Going On 30. Oh the cheese factor. Oh it is still so wonderfully awful.
I have reinstalled Limewire so it's been an evening of classic cheesy rock and pop. I actually have '99 Red Balloons'. In German. I first heard that in Watchmen. See, I am far too cool.
Almost as cool as this guy. Rhys Ifans suddenly became cool when he chucked that disease centre Sienna Miller. Ugh. She's down there with Cheryl Cole in my list of people who've done great disservice to fashion.
But I'm here to bitch. I'm here to declare Gavin the King of Cool. I thought of him mainly because today I wore my most amazing flat shoes that I believe might be known as 'winklepickers', and whatever they're called, Gavin would love them.