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I own jewellery but it's quite rare for me to find something that I actually like. I have a phobia of butterflies so I don't appreciate all those stupid butterfly pendants that are sold everywhere... I sure as hell am not one for overpriced/expensive/I-am-bitter-because-I-am-poor jewellery on the high street either (plastic for £15+? yeah sure, okay)...
From experience I find that the high street does serve up occasional gems, but not very so often - unless you have more money than I do right now. Not all of us have jobs in this economic climate and so I really can't afford to splash out on the nicer stuff of Oxford Circus' Topshop. I personally find that you can find way more stuff at a far more affordable price in charity (or thrift?) shops. Hell, even abroad. Actual vintage shops (glorified charity shops I say!) overprice like a bitch. And they know it. But genuine charity shops, I'm telling you, listen to me like I'm Moses parting the seas, that's your best bet. The stuff in there is all old and probably belongs to some dead lady but it's the old stuff that inspires what is out there on the high street in the first place.
Sadly I don't have the time to wander round charity shops, particularly as I don't live near any. But I just needed to let out some lazy rant because I am tired of the high street verging on taking the biscuit with their pricing. I think I also really want to have a go at making my own accessories, but I haven't thought about where I would even begin just yet.
In other news: I have my last exam tomorrow and the weather girls are predicting heavy rain. Great. Just great. Spandeau Ballet isn't letting me revise.
clip with feathers- johnny loves rosie, rose ring- h&m, anchor ring- ebay, gold chain bracelet- charity shop, flower cuffs- urban outfitters, silver chain bracelet- h&m, sweetie charm bracelet (with no charms haha)- links of london, metal cuff with stones- vintage, principles dress- vintage
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apologies for exams remain the bane of my life
Sunday 10 May 2009 03:44
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Apologies for the lack of posts. I am merrily strolling along the path of failure that is exams (a bit like "AND I SAY HEY!" Arthur) ... and I have two more left this week which are on Tuesday and Friday for the more curious among you. Once I regain my freedom I shall certainly resume my posting ways. Ha, 'freedom'. Something I have not experienced since September... I think it would even make Nelson Mandela shed a tear. Hell, I think I might cry tears of joy and do backflips all the way home from Hyde Park... *ramble*
But anyway - inbetween pathetic attempts at revision I find myself swooning at Bela Borsodi's portfolio. It's absolutely brilliant. Definetly recommend that you take a peek.
I also can't find a job which is not so brilliant, sadly. I'll probably have to start wearing paper bags and accessorize with a can of baked beans. I try not to mull over it too much because it just gets me down. I mean, I can't even eat the damn baked beans for a living (not that I want to). Post a Comment
my ppq steal
Sunday 3 May 2009 12:57
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As promised - my PPQ steal at £25. Yeah, could you excuse the self-caused half-ass upskirt shot I seem to have captured? Oops. Didn't mean to do that. I also look terrible with no make-up on... but yeah. I'm just chilling, revising, maxin', all cool, shooting some b-ball outside of the school... when a couple o' guys came up to my hood, started making trouble in my neighbourhood... I got in one little fight and my mom got scared said YOU'RE MOVING WITH YOUR AUNTIE AND UNCLE IN BEL-AIR.
tunic- PPQ, tights- topshop, socks- h&m, heels- carvela
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tis the season to sample sale
11:16
Sorry for the lack of updates. I am pretty much convinced that I gloriously failed my first exam (damn overacheiving UCL lawyers...) and so I'm just spending these days revising. The painful, bordering-on-violating-my-human-rights ordeal will be over on the 15th though, so til then things are gonna be a lil bit sluggish.
Today I went to the secret sample sale? Sample secret sale? Sale secret? Whatever the hell it's called. Only it wasn't so secret, it was open to the public. It was in Brick Lane. My budget/financial situation did not allow for amazing things but I did buy a PPQ tunic for £25 which I have yet to wear. It's very simple. Pictures shall be coming another time. :)
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Sheer material scares me. Fact. I do have a few sheer pieces though, which I admittedly am rather fond of... one of which being a stripy sheer crop top (which was my mother's when she was 18). I thought I'd wear it as it does go well (length wise!) with my new Preen skirt which I bought from Topshop. There was only one left with no tag on and it looked horrifically tiny so I assumed it was a size six. Found a shop assistant who said it was the last one (I think I shed a tiny tear) but then looked for a label and huzzah, it was a size ten. If that is not victorious then I really don't know what is...
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Anywho. Charles Anastase likes contradictons so it seems. And laying. Contradictory layering.
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Delicate pretty dresses are teamed with leather biker jackets and what are frilly, dainty skirts are now sheer and worn over suspenders. My own personal view? Charles needs to go out on the lash for a classy weekend in Blackpool, where the art of coupling frilly skirts and exposed underwear has already been mastered in its true entirely, complete with alcoholic beverage in hand.
I mean, I do kinda like this stuff. I already have a love for suspenders (good lord hope my mother doesn't see this) - which remain under my clothes - but I feel like there is only so much sheer I can take, because you can hardly wear a sheer top with nothing underneath. But saying that I do quite like the sheer skirts and the sheer jacket - very versatile, suprisingly tailored and could pretty much be worn with anything as an extra layer. Which is rather invaluable considering I have hot, sexy blood circulation problems and therefore remain cold most of the time... It's the jacket, that is the best piece. The jacket is calling my name.
Plus I also cannot help but laugh at the models' glasses, as visions of my father doing his PhD in 1989 come to mind. Late 80s/early 90s geek chic is totally making a comeback and I'm enjoying it (bar acid wash jeans, that shit needs to stay in the past).
Anyway, I must digress onto more important matters. Mission to find my Melissa shoes is still underway. Some cheeky gits are selling them online for a profit, gosh where the morals these days. But I will not be stopped. Give me one week.
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Now, I am not a girly girl. I love dresses and the like but never really consider myself to be explicitly 'girly'. I don't know why, I just don't feel it so much; much of the summer high street is the girly girly stuff I hate. Maybe, just maybe, I was a man or a butch lesbian in a past life. But that is another matter in itself - for I have a revelation. Karen Karam's newest collection is cute and has smashed through the "I think I was a lesbian in a past life OPRAH HELP ME OUT" barriers. The cuteness level of it all makes me wanna juggle ice-creams or run after baby kittens or something equally as summery.
Ms Karam went to Central St Martins after doing a psychology degree (yeah she didn't cave in to the man yo), graduated in 2006, has had her dresses worn by some famous faces here and there, seems pretty sweet so far right? And so much as I love the incredibly cool cutesyness of it all I don't know whether I see myself in them. They look too pretty to suit me (cue the sad face). But! The reason that Karen is mentioned here is that I really do like the shapes and do admire how cheerful her dresses are.
And in terms of design, I think a lot of dresses (my own included) always neglect the back too... I mean, if shops are totally outdoing themselves there may be an exposed zip but other than that the back of the dress is never really integral to how it looks as a whole... But y'know, Karen cares. And the neglected backs/sides of dresses are probably saluting her as we speak. Time to pull out some florals and pinks and blues and whites out of my storage boxes I reckon.
In other news: I have made it my BUSINESS (oh how I love the Apprentice) to get a pair of these Melissa x Anglomania beauts.
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Today I went to the secret sample sale? Sample secret sale? Sale secret? Whatever the hell it's called. Only it wasn't so secret, it was open to the public. It was in Brick Lane. My budget/financial situation did not allow for amazing things but I did buy a PPQ tunic for £25 which I have yet to wear. It's very simple. Pictures shall be coming another time. :)
In the meantime, I wish you a nice day. Post a Comment
sheer ambition
Thursday 30 April 2009 04:01
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Sheer material scares me. Fact. I do have a few sheer pieces though, which I admittedly am rather fond of... one of which being a stripy sheer crop top (which was my mother's when she was 18). I thought I'd wear it as it does go well (length wise!) with my new Preen skirt which I bought from Topshop. There was only one left with no tag on and it looked horrifically tiny so I assumed it was a size six. Found a shop assistant who said it was the last one (I think I shed a tiny tear) but then looked for a label and huzzah, it was a size ten. If that is not victorious then I really don't know what is...
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Anywho. Charles Anastase likes contradictons so it seems. And laying. Contradictory layering.
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Delicate pretty dresses are teamed with leather biker jackets and what are frilly, dainty skirts are now sheer and worn over suspenders. My own personal view? Charles needs to go out on the lash for a classy weekend in Blackpool, where the art of coupling frilly skirts and exposed underwear has already been mastered in its true entirely, complete with alcoholic beverage in hand.
I mean, I do kinda like this stuff. I already have a love for suspenders (good lord hope my mother doesn't see this) - which remain under my clothes - but I feel like there is only so much sheer I can take, because you can hardly wear a sheer top with nothing underneath. But saying that I do quite like the sheer skirts and the sheer jacket - very versatile, suprisingly tailored and could pretty much be worn with anything as an extra layer. Which is rather invaluable considering I have hot, sexy blood circulation problems and therefore remain cold most of the time... It's the jacket, that is the best piece. The jacket is calling my name.
Plus I also cannot help but laugh at the models' glasses, as visions of my father doing his PhD in 1989 come to mind. Late 80s/early 90s geek chic is totally making a comeback and I'm enjoying it (bar acid wash jeans, that shit needs to stay in the past).
Anyway, I must digress onto more important matters. Mission to find my Melissa shoes is still underway. Some cheeky gits are selling them online for a profit, gosh where the morals these days. But I will not be stopped. Give me one week.
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hat- topshop, stripy sheer crop top- vintage, jacket- vintage, skirt- preen for topshop, tights- h&m, shoes- topshop
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karen, bubble, pop!
Wednesday 29 April 2009 04:55
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Now, I am not a girly girl. I love dresses and the like but never really consider myself to be explicitly 'girly'. I don't know why, I just don't feel it so much; much of the summer high street is the girly girly stuff I hate. Maybe, just maybe, I was a man or a butch lesbian in a past life. But that is another matter in itself - for I have a revelation. Karen Karam's newest collection is cute and has smashed through the "I think I was a lesbian in a past life OPRAH HELP ME OUT" barriers. The cuteness level of it all makes me wanna juggle ice-creams or run after baby kittens or something equally as summery.
Ms Karam went to Central St Martins after doing a psychology degree (yeah she didn't cave in to the man yo), graduated in 2006, has had her dresses worn by some famous faces here and there, seems pretty sweet so far right? And so much as I love the incredibly cool cutesyness of it all I don't know whether I see myself in them. They look too pretty to suit me (cue the sad face). But! The reason that Karen is mentioned here is that I really do like the shapes and do admire how cheerful her dresses are.
And in terms of design, I think a lot of dresses (my own included) always neglect the back too... I mean, if shops are totally outdoing themselves there may be an exposed zip but other than that the back of the dress is never really integral to how it looks as a whole... But y'know, Karen cares. And the neglected backs/sides of dresses are probably saluting her as we speak. Time to pull out some florals and pinks and blues and whites out of my storage boxes I reckon.
In other news: I have made it my BUSINESS (oh how I love the Apprentice) to get a pair of these Melissa x Anglomania beauts.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhraRni3f75dqwLV-dVb9UPtus88KXZPlsud0klOpfmm61Z2AIzEY0HkxXT-rW3DuSAReXSoU_WemgeKO52rCV0gUCIDVQd72TmaqdybvfPq7gPYz3gCmksVN63f4Bse6p302-31NdOcpNb/s400/black+%26+gold.png)
trilby- god damn not again, necklace with flowers-urban outfitters, pearls- no idea, cardigan- topshop, 60s shift dress- vintage, sequined skirt- reiss, belt- chanel, tights- h&m, shoes- all saints
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revision: bane of my life
00:04
I have my first exam this Friday... then one next Friday... then one on the Tuesday and Friday after that... and I know nothing. Bad times lay ahead. Bad, bad times...
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... bad times... *continues to shake head*
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... bad times... *continues to shake head*
trilby- no idea, hoodie- louise goldin for topshop, shorts- h&m, tights- h&m, shoes- nine west, stress- university college london
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