4 Months. xxx

 This is just the cutest little asos vest, I have to have it.

In t'other news after years of being single I have a boyfriend. 
It feels ok, pretty much the same as before.

Looking back, the Oscar gowns of 08 were all so safe and uninspired I couldn't even be bothered to write a blog about them. Overall thoughts? Helen Mirren is a milf. And Heidi Klum pulled off her swishy Galliano red gown. Penelope Cruz worked the Spanish senorita look a treat. And Rosamund Pike looked great in lemon yellow Rolan Mouret. But overall, I don't like using this word, but it was all rather 'meh'.

 

Oh god she's hot.

The other week i was in the library all night researching a project about 1930s fashion. And we have this amazing static shelving unit in the library that you swizzle round to get to an archive of Vogues dating back to 1939. I can't believe we're trusted to just read them when they are so fragile and precious to be honest. I came across this amazing feature & photoshoot in an issue of Vogue from May 1939 that I wanted to share. It's such advanced fashion photography for nearly 70 years ago- it's the first underwater fashion shoot ever. And the writing is so good, almost like poetry. Amazing.

Apparently an Italien collector going by the name of Elio Ferraro is to set up a pop-up store in Selfridges selling vintage designer clothing with a hand-selected collection including a Gucci crocodile skin handbag once used by Audrey Hepburn. 

Which is all very good and well until you learn that said handbag will set you back two and half grand and a Chanel vintage pearl belt from the store costs 850 quid. It's all a cheap publicity stunt.

 It just makes me think, what's the point, the whole point of buying vintage to me is acquiring quality clothing at a lower cost price to me. So when it costs quite so much the whole appeal of vintage seems to be lost on me. It's just a ploy to make rich Selfridges shoppers feel 'unique' and 'original' trying to hop on the vintage bandwagon. All it is really is a vintage rip-off. 

If you are young, hip and gorgeous then there is only one trend for you to follow this season: Modern gothic. 

Trust me and follow the example set by Chloe above and buy a shoe boot or cut back on the fake tan in exchange for a death-like palour.

Grazia likes to call it 'Nu-grave'. But that's a bit cringey.

  

It's sweltering outside today, but autumn/ winter 2007 is looming and surely the best catwalk of the season is Oliver Theysken's first show at Nina Ricci

It's all too amazing, the setting (the tuileries garden in Paris, that can be seen at the end of the catwalk through the midst of the dry ice), the hair design (each model had feathers custom dyed and sewn one by one into their hair to reach the desired effect) and of course the clothes, in innovative shades of concrete and chartreuse. 

High fashion at its best 

My final night of sleep at Storthes was terrible, disturbed, hazy, stoned and above all, tinged with sadness. 



After 9 months of perfect sleep in the perfect bed in the perfect scenario, it was inevitable. 

Come January, I'm visiting here:




Can't wait!

I like Hobnob creams, I like them alot, I eat three packets a week- you should try them!!!

Lyn dyed my hair plum coloured this week, it's subtle and nice- I'll upload a picture in a minute I want opinions!! 

I've been sleeping till 3pm every day it's an awful habit I must kick this week since I only have two weeks left in my beloved flat of north springs. I have watched the whole tv series of Pride and Predjudice it is so good- Jennifer Earle plays Elizabeth perfectly, she is my ultimate female role model.

I am bored of boys they screw me over, ultimately all I want to do is have fun, just lots and lots of stupid fun with my friends. I did my first karaoke this week- Tainted Love with Kat..we've been informed it was pretty shocking so we're doing it again next week too haha.

Some of h3 came to Huddersfield for less than 24hrs but I had a lovely time, I apologise for my Nigel's flatmate ANT pleasuring that guy on the dancefloor it was a treat for you all I imagine!!

Finally..orbs in the abandoned mental instituition..I think so..

On sunday night we re-explored the old mental instituition buildings and found a caged treatment room with wires aplenty. Tonight Lyn and me prank called boys and played a clip of father Jack shouting 'shut the feck up!' down the phone to them. I love every moment here. It's going to cut me up when I have to leave North Spring B flat 6.

I have had a lovely time at home so far, highlights include meeting Alex Elkin, Adele's rollercoaster birthday with the red dress and watching my mother do all my washing instead of me for once (I'm a bitch). I've slept a great deal and looked at baby photos with me and my sister in them. I've had my first proper conversation with her for once in a while and I am happy Ashley made her Valentines day nice. I've done a spot of work, a little bit of eating and I've watched TV with my dad which I always enjoy. And this is the view of the snow from my bedroom window exactly one week ago which I think was rather lovely, even if it did send all the boys at Storthes mad and prompt them to throw snowballs in every open window (my bedroom window!) and make a huge snowball half the size of me which was then rolled against my block door so we were trapped in. Hilarious.