Saturday, 23 August 2008


My favourite print at the moment...

On a silk shirt bought in Berlin, 3 euros.
(Deers! Leaping! On my arms, shoulders and midriff! How much better can you get?!)

And my least favourite...

On a night-dress bought in Berlin, 3 euros.
(The flowers are so hideously 60's but i think end up making the dress more fantastic!)

Friday, 22 August 2008


Love transcends all boundaries.

In this case there were several boundaries:
1. My Bank balance
2. The height in inches of my beloved
3. My mother's pronouncement that I "looked as if I had covered my feet in elastoplast".

But for just sixty-two English pounds I was united with the objects of my affection (down from £180! I LOVE Kurt Geiger sales!).

Now, as for walking in them, that's another challenge...

Thursday, 21 August 2008


Once upon a time there was a little girl called word_fashionista, who had the longest hair in all the kingdom. Even when her mother brushed it oppressively hard, almost tearing out her scalp, she never complained because she loved her great long swinging plait hanging down her back. The hair took hold of her, convincing her she needed it to make her look good, and the girl succumbed to its wishes - she thought her long hair was forever, and they would never be parted.
"What would you do without me?" Her hair asked. "I'm the best asset you have!". For years the girl unquestioningly agreed. Eventually, though the girl began to wonder if her hair really was as necessary as she'd thought it was. It did seem to weigh her down, and surely she had some other assets to hold on to as well (her biting wit? her loyalty to her friends?). So she went to the magic hairdressers where an enthusiastically anti-long-hair Alessandro smiled gleefully at her request to "cut it all off please". A snip-snip-snip and a chop-chop-chop later and word-fashionista was free of her long-haired prison. And she lived happily ever after.

Well...Not exactly! Although I love my cropped pixie cut, and still get compliments from it 8 months after the cut, there is a tiny bit of me that does feel slightly wistful when I see others plaiting and ponytailing and chignonning. I can't help but feel I've really cut my options down, and am doomed to look the same no matter what I do with my hair (until i let it all grow out of course!).

Not one to let myself mooch about feeling sorry for myself, I decided to rectify this situation. I WILL have plaits and hair clips and backcombing! I am loving using material as a hair substitute at the moment. Ok not in the "extensions" sort of way, but here are two different ways to use material as hair length:

1. Nymph plait
A few strips of white material joined at the top linked into a french plait across the forehead. Nice for summer, makes me think of a blonde floaty goddess running through a sun-drenched cornfield. Just me? Oh dear. Or leave the plait hanging down for a more Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean vibe.

2. Netting turban
This is a full-on hair-faking session. I love really stiff netting for this because you can get it to stick up in lots of different directions and twist it into any shape. Up dos, ponytails, hell i'm even tempted to just let it fly loose in a sort of crazy veil kind of way. Also tested has been the heidi round-the-head plaits for the true turban look (You can see how I've started it in the first of the 3 images above - wrap like a head scarf around the front of your head and twist the remainder into a "ponytail", wrap around head and tuck into the back).

Ok I think I might just be a little bit obsessed with netting.
p.s. I also wrote about this a while ago on's blog. You can see it here.

Thursday, 14 August 2008


On Saturday I had half an hour to kill in between my tutoring appointment (whatever pays the bills...) and a jaunt around the riverbank, so stopped into Shepherds Bush to scavenge away. I was half-intending to only go through on my way to A1 Fabrics, my favourite cheap-as-chips fabric shop that is clearly popular with fashion students too, judging by the clientele. However, this time A1 really wasn't doing it for me, and instead I was pulled to the stacks and stacks of netting in a fabric stall in the market. The colours were so juicy, so inviting, and all irresistibly stiff and perfect for pulling into outlandish shapes on head, heart or hinie!

So, my netting obsession heralded the start of a "oh-and-this-and-this-and-this" chain of love for lots of other stuff at the stall, and ended up with an armful of stuff suddenly wondering how on earth i was going to afford all this stuff! A few clicks on the lovely man's calculator and all was revealed: £15! For London prices pretty amazing, huh? I have plans for a tuxedo-shirt style bib from the white, with a bow( tie?) from the shiny black, a rosette from the netting perhaps? Watch this space for diy attempts! And look how good I was with picking colours also! Fringing might end up on the back of some tights (yes, like the Bebaroque ones) - would glue work do we think?

ps. totally unrelated to fashion but also noticed this massive street art on a random alleyway wall near the market - what a gem of a surprise!

Tuesday, 5 August 2008


Ever since I saw Control(my favourite film of last year by a long shot...Simply Beautiful) I have had a slight love affair with Sam Riley in my head. It's a difficult relationship: I get jealous of his 'real' relationship with Alexandra Maria Lara (who plays Annick Honoré irritatingly well in Control to Riley's Ian Curtis), he works late nights (having to go to showbiz parties and the like), travelling back and forth from Berlin (where he lives - of course he does, my new favourite city, where else?). All in all, it's been a tricky love affair.
However, now I have truly reached the peak of my crush - these beautiful adverts for Burberry, shot by Mario Testino. Rosie Huntingdon-Whiteley, I am well and truly envious of you in these photos. Not because of your looks, clothes, hair or figure, but because of the beautiful man fawning over you in these photos. (Although, rumour has it that she's SO not good enough for him). If only the boy didn't look so damn good in a suit.

Monday, 4 August 2008


In keeping with my new resolution to take in all the cultural delights of London town, I took the opportunity to head over to The Photographer's Gallery this weekend for the "Fashion in the Mirror" exhibition. I went with both a fellow fashion-worshipper and a photographer to get a full range of critical opinions on the work, which was highly revealing. Fashionisto and I enjoyed looking at the pretty images - exuding the instant aesthetic appeal that we are both familiar with from devouring fashion magazines 24/7. What I really enjoyed were the older photos, such as the Norman Parkinson one above, as these were some of the first fashion images that depicted the photographer as well.

All good fun, until Photografisto pointed out that while the photos were good, but didn't really understand what it was getting at. This really got me thinking. The idea behind the exhibition was fashion photographs representing the process behind them: involving the photographer, camera equipment and so on. It was notable that all of the photographers who had included themselves in their pictures were men, and so had the added dimension of the masculine eye viewing the 'perfect' female form of the model. That's what i gleaned from it anyway, but the notable thing about the exhibition was that there was no direction as to what to think about the photos - they were merely laid out for the viewer to look at, as a consumer of fashion magazines might. I think because of this there was little inclination to look at the photos as anything other than aesthetically pleasing fashion photographs, especially due to the lack of supporting material, as disneyrollergirl complained in her review. Nonetheless, there were some interesting connections made between fashion's obsession with itself - such as Mario Testino's shot of a model dressed up as Anna Wintour, and the references made between different photos within the exhibition (the photo of Karl Lagerfeld and his entourage above is based on a similar image of Twiggy from the sixties.) Seeing as it was free, I didn't mind wandering around and drawing my own conclusions, but clarifying the ideas the curators wished to elicit from their viewers would have made it a more interesting experience all around.
As I was thinking about this post I realised there was a whole genre of fashion photography that is hugely reflective and almost always involves the photographer: bloggers' images of their own outfits.

Although these are mostly shot in bad light conditions, in a mirror, and are not the most artistic of photos, there is a growing trend of more interesting, themed, editorial-style photos such as this shoot from Kingdom of Style and Susie Bubble's more recent shots like this.
p.s. posts involving pictures of yours truly on the way - hopefully of the KoS genre but more likely of the bad lighting, dusty mirror variety!