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Dog print by Holly Horner. The walls in our house keep asking me to get this.

Well, it depends on what you think is bad, and it’s not like I bought clothes, or shoes, or a bag. Nope, I bought some Anthony Burrill as a pre-birthday present out of the expectant birthday money to follow from my lovely family. If they don’t give me money for my birthday then I’ve definitely done a bad. Thought this would look good in our new flat. I know it will. Now to get a frame…

Proenza Schouler Resort 2011.

Or prints work.

Yo, prints, you’ve been around for some time now. What’s the plan?

The plan? The plan is to stick around and cover stuff up.

The print refuses to desist, dissolve, or dissipate. Whether it’s the floral escapade making its way across your tea dress, or the digital print marking your body con , it’s made it pretty clear that it will not be leaving the room. The geometric print has angled its way onto Matthew Williamson skirts and into the Resort Collections of Marchesa and Jonathan Saunders. The tribal noise is banging across maxi dresses and skirts at a rate never yet before seen, and then there are the animals, 100 x 100 marching across your crop top, into the lining of your jacket – the fucked up troubadours of the print procession.

I love it. The weirder the better.

I recently picked this dress at a French Connection sample sale and I thought ‘What is this? I don’t like it.’ But then felt compelled to buy it (£20 price tag might have played a part) and wandered off with some other, more sober items, but you know what? The dress rules. The weirdly sort of clashing-but-not colours and the digital (is it?) flower print really work and I’ve never had so many compliments about something that I initially thought so repulsive.

In Zara a while back (I was there looking for the web-whored cat dress that we all know) I found this rabbit in a hat tee sitting all alone, atop of a mixed up pile of sparkly stuff – it was late on a Saturday afternoon, you know what I mean? I felt like Moses parting the Red Sea when I walked in, only I parted a mess of clothes with my foot, as opposed to the sea with my rod. But getting back to this – isn’t it lovely and twee and kooky? No, no it’s not. It’s totally fucked up and weird and I love it. And having spied the Zara lookbook we are guaranteed more rabbit weirdness filtering it’s way down over the next few months. Speaking of Zara – where is this skirt? Where is it? I found this image over on We Covet but man alive I cannot find it and this induces a hulk-like rage because I don’t think I’ve ever seen a skirt I’ve loved more (at this length). ROAR.

So, Topshop says that animal prints are back – when did they leave? We even have them painted on our nails – zebra, leopard, tiger (sorry had to get WAH in – I loves ‘em). River Island continues to pick up it’s game with floral, retro, tribal and just straight-up weird prints across their collection – the shorts below are my favourite.

And the rest of the High Street has their hand firmly in the proverbial print pie – Whistles has a storming print collection, New Look, Oasis, and of course ASOS are right up there fighting it out, so there’s no excuse – get your freak(y print) on.

And I can’t bang on about print for this long without mentioning Liberty, but I’ll be brief – Kirkwood meets Liberty? I just shat my pants.

Prints I’m feeling right now: