Dolce Vita - a story about a beautiful life created by a beautiful friendship

And when I took the Visa out of the card reader the dolly dressed in black said

'this will be your new best friend'

We laughed, she was joking ofcourse, and I carried that big green bag with gold writing across the front around like a weapon of snob destruction. It's a case of false economy I guess carrying around a Harrod's bag as big as myself when I'm not even able to pay back a £10,000 student loan, but the feeling of eyes watching me and brains thinking 'daddy must be minted' was priceless. 

(um just so you know I actually wanted a big yellow bag i.e Selfridges - but thats another story in itself and doesnt really go with the dramatic mood of this piece... ok back to the story)

If my life was a movie and the soundtrack had kicked in Stevie Wonder 'Isn't she lovely' would have been playing and I would be swaying in a dreamy state of affection for my new BFF

And in moment of thoughtfulness I decided the dolly dressed in black was right.

The purchase waiting for me in a gold embelished dustbag was a classy friend - she would always make me feel worth a million and I will always look good when shes around.

Shes original but also classic in style - theres nothing to dislike, I can take her anywhere.

Shes strong enough to hold all of my crap and I can control the zip across her so she keeps all of my secrets safe.

Shes not too small and shes not too big so I never feel inadequate for any occassion and if I am feeling fickle (I'm prone to it) she won't moan or bitch that I've taken another...

Because after all, she is just a bag.

Just a bag?

She's not JUST a bag she's a Vivienne Westwood Dolce Vita.


And shes my new best friend.

(Thanks Aunty Viv for making her so perfect. Love you.)

you've got something on your face.

The finale is upon us and we're all about Illamasqua. 

So to get in the spirit of things I've dusted off the make up kit and had a play. 

Good fun. Childs play.

the 5th Character

COMING SOON

diamonds are a girls best friend... or in my case CYRSTALS

I have a special birthday coming up.

Someone that loves me very much will let me open this in less than 10 days...

Seconds later I shall be greeted by THIS

I'm singing this:

as Natalie Imbruglia once said 'I'm already torn'

Torn between a life of Prada, Swarovski crystals... skinny lattes and even skinnier models

OR

following a dream that involves tales of happiness , not of the fashion vibe but of the wholesome kind.

I go away a fair bit when I can and my summer will be spent back in latino land meeting people from all walks of life -students just like myself, local bartenders, hippies and even heiresses to Darling Harbour real estate right through to homeless footbal hooligans and world champion swing dancers.

(yeah I know, I get around. I have plenty of stories you can ask me about.)

My point being living out of a backpack and trekking it round some truly scabby parts of the world seems to make me happy. Shocking, yes for a girl who raves about catwalks and latest make up trends.

I hear ya - we're not here to read a 'dear diary' entry sweetarrt - but sometimes I don't think this industry is all its cracked up to be. I went to a trend forecasting agency merely 2 weeks ago to find a bunch of 10 sat at desks in total silence, I've worked with models that have more problems than Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan put together and don't even get me started on the rewards of back pain from carting around huge cases of make up, tongs and hair spray.

Its been fun, and I've learnt so much already- (and here comes a but) BUT working in fashion isn't sparkles glitz and glam ... its the image, that one shot - it takes all day, you've rammed up a 8GB card and your probably going to have to spend a good few hours on retouch. That split second and all that prep... I take my hat off (and I have quite the collection) to anyone who can carry that on for 10 maybe even 20 years.

I have no doubt at all that I will continue my blog with tales of many many fashion happiness moments (infact I have one lined up for tomorrow ...all I'm saying is IM BLAAARRRDY EXCITED...oh and I have an exclusive for the day after that also - so yes, blogging is still very much on my agenda)

I guess what I'm trying to say is - fashion is suppose to be fun , lets not take it so seriously, chill out, be creative and have a good time...even though it feels like its the end of the world when I'm raging 'I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR TONIGHT!!!!' its really not.

 Anyway if you've made it this far into the post... well done! I shall try my very hardest to bring you far worthier fashion happiness in the very near future.

So yeah... peace <3

I guess thats why they call it the blues.

3 blog posts on the 3rd of the 3rd. I've got alot of opinions hey.

this one is about my ongoing love for POP...

randomly rocking out with a bit of Elton on the Ipod and about an hour later his face graces before me on the front cover of my fav bi annual! Theres a weird interlinking article with him and Jessie J

(or Jessie James as my mum calls her - dont ask.)

Galliano you nooooorty man.

Ofcourse his anti semitic slurs are way out of line but why didn't Dior sack him on the spot?

Interesting how Galliano was given the boot only after new Miss Cherie girl Natalie Portman spoke out.

And why has the video only come to light just before Paris fashion week?

Hmmmmmm. Bit dodge if you ask me.

Plotted or Coincidence?

Ateme! (Tie me up! Tie me Down!)

My love for Spanish cinema only strengthens after watching Tie me up! Tie me down! this week -

weird, kitsch and quirky - anti feminist and completely LAUGH OUT LOUD.

You wouldn't have thought a hot Antonio Banderas (or as I now like to affectionately call him - Anto Bando)
playing a outpatient from mental institution could be funny.


The back cover genuinely reads 'Ricky is released from a mental hospital and knows exactly what he wants to do with his life, and his new found freedom. He hunts down Marina, a porn film star he once had sex with and tries to convince her to be his wife. She is a bit reluctant, so Ricky ties her up until she falls in love with him...
If you are intrigued by films that are Hitchcock- esk or anything that caused Americans to be outraged because of the content then you'll like it. Styling is ace aswell.