Not much to ask. Luckily I think I’ve got one.continue reading →
Legend.continue reading →
Sound advice from Bill and Ted.
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Mystic Pizza, that is all. Oh, and I love Lili Taylor/Jojo.
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“So Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had sent their books out into the world like ships on the sea. These books gave Matilda a hopeful and comforting message: You are not alone.” – Roald Dahlcontinue reading →
Here’s what’s hanging around on my desktop. Sadly I can’t link to where I found these and that makes me feel bad.
Here are some of my heroes. I know they’re all men (or aliens). Next time I’ll do a hero round-up where the main requirement is to have a hoo-hah (AKA a vagina).continue reading →
While we’re all waiting for Sherlock to open the door at 221b Baker Street the BBC has given us something else to chew on.
The Hour is austere, brought to you via the Brannan filter on our Instagram app, all colours hunkering down together, unremarkable bar the red, blue and teal green that scratch the dull glassy reality of it all. The post-war reality of it all.
This isn’t Mad Men, at least not yet. Bosoms aren’t quite heaving, the leather watch straps are dull and worn, the shoes matte. It’s all in the detail, the pulled thread. For Bel the material is thick, rubs against the skin and is ready to be worn. The cut is tailored but frayed, fitted and made to work – the only way a hand will find its way up that skirt is if those heavy buttons are undone with slow, considered fingers.
Go Bel! Our woman in the drab man’s world, slightly frayed around the edges with eyes shining. Just don’t drink too much whiskey…
Watch The Hour. Let’s hope it gets better…continue reading →
Feet: Kurt Geiger / Hands: Ottoman Handscontinue reading →
Whistles, what gives? Seriously, WTF? Do you think I’m made of money? Do you think I can go and buy a Carrie skirt in every colour? Huh? Do you think I can walk right in (read ‘log on’ for ‘walk right in’) to one of your shops and just dole out my millions of cash for your neon lace dress? Or your Linda shirt?
You’re being a real tube and you need to quit it. Can’t you just make a couple of decent things a season and make lots of them so we can all have the things we want. Come on, be kinder. Love us as much as we love you. And just to let you know, the Tessa dress in navy is fricking delightful so I’m getting the stripey one next – you need to wear a belt with it though, otherwise you look like an origami cube with legs.
And this mac. What were you thinking? It’s too good. Everyone with eyes and arms will want it. SADFACE. You should have discussed this with me first.continue reading →