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I got so much love to show you.

bhalo bracelet via i am a greedy girl

The quest for the perfect ankle boots is eating up a considerable portion of my internetting time and I’m yet to find boots as sweet as the Trinket boots at Dune but they’re all sold out bar size three, damn you my bigger than size three feet. Perry boots at Topshop look good on the website but not so great in real life and £135 seems a tad too much. The search goes on…

This dress keeps climbing in through my eyes and demanding that I try and buy it. Damn you.

Megan over at the amaze Commas and Clauses recently blogged about the new Dusen Dusen collection and I agree – I cannot wait.

What’s not to love. Check out the red accents in the first outfit.

via style.com

And blows dust into our eyes and right up our nose, but it’s cosmic dust made from the souls of 10,000 dead stars so it’s ok.

I like Christopher Kane a lot, I wasn’t totally in love with the gingham cut-out furore of Spring but I got it, I also wasn’t 100% into the leather + the lace + the floral, but I did look with fondness at the recent Kane inspired Topshop dress as I was pushed along by the heaving mess of too-many braclets, backcombed hair and painted nails whilst inhaling the soft, febrile hum emitting from the ground floor of the Oxford Circus flagship store.

You see, I like Christopher Kane a lot, but I LOVE him when he gets right up in your face and asks you to look harder. And when you do, you suddenly realise that there’s more to it all than meets the eye. Way more.

What’s not to like about the aggression spilling forth from the chest of this demure model whose t-shirt bears the face of a mandrill that looks like it could suck her own face off and shit it out within seconds, only to eat it again.

Yes, Summer 2009 was a good year for the monkey but this collection takes us to space, leaving the monkey to posture and fight it out all alone in the jungle. We have zoomed past the atomic explosions of Resort 2010 and have embarked on a new journey teleporting across galaxies splattered against cotton whilst chowing down on frozen ice cream. This isn’t new – it’s clear to all and sundry that the space vibe is permeating all elements of fashion right now – the homely tie dye has a whirling super nova effect when pulled off just right, Suno (worthy of an entire post, or 10) treats you like a god, depositing galaxies on your shoulders, whilst mociun has been rocking this shit for moons and now everyone else is cashing in. But this isn’t futuristic fashion with a wink and a nod to Irwin Allen and Roger Vadim, this shit is serious – it’s explosions from another world raining down on you, and you, the fashion astronomer, are blazing your way through light years to rock this shit in the real world. How very lucky we are. And the shoes? Hmmm, maybe a little Barbarella meets Benny Hill but Kane likes to fuck with us, and we like to get fucked.

Saying all of that I still love the understated AW09 collection and I often take time out to reminisce about how much I wanted to claw Hermione Granger’s smug face when she rolled into NYC wearing that nude dress, but you’ve got to hand it her stylist – that girl has got taste. Ok, less deviation, resume focus – Resort Collection 2011 rules hard. Selection of images throughout via the world wide web of dreams – style.com, 10, Vogue…

Kane AW 09

Suno


Moicun

Just put on some Topshop Hopscotch nail polish and heading to the pub for a nice pint. Lovely. Here’s some stuff that I like.

This belt rules.

Listen little tootsies, I love these Hobart sandals from Dune too, but they’ll no doubt be sold out by the time I have any cash monies to buy them for you, so stop your crying and start walking.

And they want these too, greedy wee feet.

from Big Bang Theory

Having a Sessun moment. Yes, I will take all of these to start my work wardrobe for my new job, and these. Please, thank you.

You can find all these fine threads at Urban Outfitters: