Good girls go to heaven...

Bad girls go to BRUGES.

Spent some short indulgement time getting a taste (literally from the chocolate shop) of sharp Dutch culture last week when visiting Belgium. Spending five days in 'the Venice of the north' has caused me nothing but cobbled street nostalgia and left me with a seriously geeky interest in medieval architecture. Belfy's and church towers included.
I am for one NOT a city girl so imagine my surprise when I cycled past this on my (slightly unstable) tour of the city centre hearing a beautiful Belgian boy with a slightly french-english accent immerce me in historical love stories and traditional tales.


Last but not least, when in Brussles sipping a strong black coffee and lost in french Vogue translation I did not forget my surroundings were home to Belgian Born designer Diane Von Furstenburg which was equally enlightening.
Note to self: must now watch film titled "In Bruges.." and go back to Belgium asap of course.

Could you cheat on this..?

A while ago now I smudged my smokey eyes with salty tears reading these very words:

NY Post - 8 Apr 2010 ... 'Gossip Girl star Ed Westwick has dumped co-star and girlfriend Jessica Szohr after hearing rumors she was cozying up with one of his best friends.'

Edward Westwick (recognised as his Gossip Girl Billionaire and Blair Waldorf swooning, character, Chuck Bass)is originally from Hertfordshire in the South of the England - articulate accent and delcious dialect, check.
Not only does Ed's voice begin to slightly arouse me but what about his svelte jaw line and designer stubble. His mysterious eyes are so uncomprehensible and closed-mouth personality depicts his on screen persona perfectly and his style, slick, sleek and smart.
This man is everything I could ever begin to dream of, co-star Szohr should sincerly watch her back.

One can only suggest that if Jesssica (as much as it pains me to type her name) is cheating on him then why doesn't he settle for someone who is out of the lime light, someone more like me.

American Beauties

During recent 'me' time I have managed to procrastinate a lot, much of this time wasting I indefinitly blame on the sharp MTV Hills spin off which we all know too well and despise for distraction, known as The City. Now, for a young woman who has been described as highbrow (that is to use the softest of words) one too many times, Olivia Palermo is precisely the character I revel in being oh so fond of.
Aged 24 and an established American socialite, blonde centre-parted bliss crowns her head and her fragile body always laced in Monet-esque floral numbers, edged with skyhigh glossy black fendi footwear and there is nothing which I would aspire to mirror any more. I howeever indulge in the way I have to google search for hours in order to find anything on this girl. No Perez dirt. No leaked xxx photos. Just innocent Palermo.
I wonder why today's media and us as consumers choose to delight in the latest Michelle Heaton fiasco (god forbid she has tanned again) or the most recent ride on Kerry Katona. Instead i believe we should celebrate women who have candidly worked their own way up and have all the charming airs and graces a young lady should sport.
Thank you Olivia.
(Diane von Furstenberg blouse woah yes.)

3.1

Mr P. Lim. I have never had more admiration for you.
This post is certainly inspired by a recent birthday card produced for me which featured the best of the new 3.1 collection ripped up and collaged all over it. Just in case you wondered, it is usually against my wishes for someone to rip to shreds a runway edit somewhere to produce such a wonderful creation, but for Lim it had to be done.
After indulging in hundreds and thousands of sweet little runway reviews I have finally decided that Phillip Lim is not only at the top of every directory of designers because 3.1 comes before A in alphabetical order, but because he is THE King of design. His cuts are so classic and darling yet so unconventional. His collections are so easily distinguished but his idea's still somehow basic and simple.
What excites me about Phillip is that his sets are so wearable. I could invision any female in any of his looks and they would not look overly avant-guarde. On the other hand they still fit so well on a catwalk and I cannot understand how he gets these mixtures so right. All the ingredients are just 'there'.

I am now saving for 'the new suit'. RED rahhh!

Karl Largerfeld.. have you gone mad?

It is not often that I want to rant about something so surprisingly Chanel but from where I am sitting (in a very warm lounge immerced in Textiles AS revision guides) the usual wonderful judegment of Karl has taken a small spring/summer turn.
The Chanel Pre-Spring preview did not dissapoint, but come on, what is this sudden flash of tattoo fascination?!
I am all for the odd significant or suggestive tattoo on a lady, perhaps a petite one on the wrist or ankle but i'm not sure i'd wrap one around my neck Chanel style. Ever. Especially not a heavy silver chain that resembles something that should be bulding up the muscle around the neck of a 14 Stone, 14 year old British male accompanied by a backwards cap and a Henley's hoodie. No way.

I must admitt I am a little over-shocked as after all they are just transfers and I suppose if this had accompanied last seasons Balmania studding there would be no issue but please Chanel, this is not elegent or opulent. Stick to the well established black and white rules which we all know and love you for. Stay classic.

Happy Spring/Summer 2010.