I hope all of you had happy holidays, and weigh 6-9 pounds more then you did before the this turkey season began! Not because I wish ill upon any of you, but rather because if I put on the weight, I need you all to do the same to continue the illusion that nothing has changed…you feel me? I’m only trying to maintain the balance of mankind, pretty serious business. So, post family fun, gifts, and Christmas carols, my husband and I began a pretty intense journey. You see we revistied the world of middle earth, and began with Bilbo’s very first adventure, or if we are talking timeline, I mean history goes back to when the elves first awakened in Cuiviéne! If you don’t know what I’m talking about, really, don’t bother continuing on, because I am about to rock out with my nerd out. I am big on the whole Tolken universe, what can I say, I love me some courageous hobbits. We have been watching the Hobbit films followed by The Lord of The Rings films in chronological order, while trying to get some reading of the source material when a screen is out of reach. We also made time to watch Peter Jackson’s appendices for each film of course! Have I mentioned individual appendices are 4-5 hours long and there are two for each of the six films. Do the math…basically I’ve been staring at Orlando Bloom in a wig for five days straight without sleeping. I’m a little brainwashed to say the least. The few people I have seen since beginning this marathon, I cannot help but attribute to a kind from Middle-earth. My daddy is a hobbit, while my husband who was originally a man, is beginning to resemble a dwarf due to the extreme ginge facial hair he’s been growing. Kinda feel like I’ve been spending a little too much time in Mirkwood if you know what I mean…of course you don’t, you have a life. I’m totes an Elf with like Galadriel level power..or a Wizard, I’m down to be a Wizard
I am busy. Like about to have a mental break down busy. Life, as fun as it has been, is currently enjoying kicking the shit out of me. We are moving our lives into a new apartment this week, which coincidentally happens to be the most assignment/work/social heavy period I have had all year. YAY. Stress is my new boyfriend. Therefore today’s post will be short and sweet. We continue our trip in Londontown in a quaint little neighbourhood that seemed to have been built for Sylvanian Families animal dolls. We wandered around, while playing hooky and ditching some LFW shows to get a little British culture. By Brit culture I mean going to Harrods and Zuma, but none the less totally relevant to the UK’s heritage….am I right? Life was so simple back then…
Vintage Gian Franco Ferre sunglasses, Dior earings, Zara necklace, T by Alexander Wang tee (similar), PLAY Comme Des Garçons cardigan, Topshop overalls, Chanel cuff, ring, watch, and bag, Cartier bracelets, and Saint-Laurent shoes.
Forgive me readers for I have sinned, it has been a week since my last post. Time to get all of you acquainted on what I have been up to since our Disney trip (as i’m sure you’re over mouse ears). After running our little hearts out at the marathon, we headed to New York for one night so I could attend a couple of meetings and job interviews (having “blogger” as a job title gets polite sympathy head nods in conversation), and OH YA, to get my hair FUCKING FIXED. If you haven’t noticed my write ups have been getting worse and worse all due to my new lightened tresses, thats right y’all…i’m blonde! Unfortunately the first man I hired for the job was destined to become a plumber and not in fact a hair colourist, therefore I came out of the salon looking like this. Do not fear, the next post will showcase the 2.0 version of my locks which came out rather nicely. Until then please enjoy my early 2000’s inspired, streaky moment as a skunk blonde walking around New York City. We ate at The Breslin, a lovely joint with a small urban jungle garden posted at the door (as pictured). There we were, seated in one of those very tight spaces between two other tables, one of which was being eaten on by none other then miss Pamela Love (CFDA runner up and incredible jewellery designer just in case you were wondering). You know those situations when your in what feels like a confined space, and can’t really speak to your buddy because you feel like everyone would be listening/watching…an elevator for instance! Well my fiancé and I spent two whole hours posted next to miss Love too afraid to utter a word to one another, in fear that we may interrupt her incessant…for lack of a better term, bitching. I was going to introduce myself to the woman and tell her how much I love her pieces, but got a little afraid after a while. She on the other hand had no problem whispering oddly loudly to express her hatred of my David Yurman bangles…obviously did not have the same issue with speaking with a lack of personal space. Anyways all this to say that i’m now closely acquainted with Pamela’s business plan, coworkers, finances, husband, and menstrual cycle. Gotta love PLove…she is such an open book.
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A little over a week ago I had the chance of attending my favourite designers’ Fall 2014 show at the New York Public Library. There is something unattainable and life-changing about the notion of sitting front row at any form of performance, so to do so at NYFW to view my most adored couple of designers new garments live before my eyes, and sharing that moment with Anna Wintour was a surreal experience. The collection was breathtaking. There is a reason Marchesa has always resonated with my personal aesthetic, even though evening wear is not part of my every day ensembles. There is something whimsical, and opulent about each gown and garment that feels otherworldly. Season after season their concentration on the most luscious and dreamlike fabrics and materials from tulle, to fringe, to lace, to illusion panelling, always feels so cleverly designed and beautifully executed, it becomes obvious why no other evening wear designers can rival their red carpet aesthetic. I have always stated that if I were to dip my foot in the design pool these are the kinds of garments I would dream of making. Many shows use production for theatrics, with dripping chocolate walls, and Kardashian nipples, but with a presentation like Marchesa the drama clearly originates from the “oh so” intricate work put into each and every piece. This season Georgina and Keren took us to the Scottish Highlands, with their take on tartan (metallic dip-dyed lace) and even deconstructed kilts (burnt orange and black Chantilly lace). The colour palette resembles shades of an evening bomb fire in the fields, and the static hair and use of cornrows adds a contemporary element to what is another timeless collection from the lovely designers. Do not even get me started on the shoes.. What’s New Pussycat