Your honour

Believe it or not, I was telling LJ about this dress only a few days ago and then appears on the ASOS website! Hooray. Yes, I bought it but that is definitely it - no more spending of any money until the end of summer!

Behind the stars

I am so utterly glad that I have let MUBI into my life. The boytoy discovered it and I have found myself holed up in the warmth of my flat watching many of the amazing independent films and documentaries. Some of the films can be viewed free of charge and others cost between 79p and £2.99. I signed up for the monthly subscription of £9.99 which allows unlimited access. Check it out y'all.

Make me over

For the past few months I have been soaking my sofa over these Junya Watanabe Comme de Garcon chinos. I had countless conversations with friends over buying them - the usual 'will I, won't I' - until they finally went on sale at the Goodhood. I tortured myself over the price but finally decided that my life would go to shit without them! Needless to say, I am not spending a PENNY until June. I may be broke, but at least I'm stylish. And a total dick!

Whilst wearing my very dapper chinos, I'll be listening to LA Vampires. Loving the warped sound and quite franly, kinda digging Nika Rosa Danilova and her hipster douchebag ways.

Over and out. xx

Got some teeth

On wednesday, I went into hospital to have all four of my wisdom teeth removed and despite all the horror stories of 'hamster faces', bruising and torturous agony, the thing that most concerned me was the likelihood of me spilling my private thoughts to the anaesthetist. Now, I am pretty adept at putting my foot in it when I am straight and sober so you can understand my concerns regarding being off my tits on gas. When I was being prepped for the surgery I mentioned this to the doctor. He started laughing and began to regale me with a funny anecdote when, wham, I was being slapped awake by the nurses in the recovery room. I feel cheated! Not only did I not get the end of the story but no one would neither confirm nor deny that I had blurted out a little audio nasty of my own. I'm just hoping it was as classic as one I heard of - a little old lady telling the nurses and doctors, "Fuck you and the horse you rode in on".

So it is Sunday and I am hungover from my cocktail of Tramadol and children Ibuprofen and now I have to get up and go to a bbq. All I really want to do though, is lie in bed and vegetate but that is all I have done since wednesday. Despite the lack of exercise, I have managed to lose a couple of pounds. Woop!

xx

What would I want? Sky

Absolutely and utterly obsessed with this dress. Actually, I obsess about most things Alexa puts on but this is something special. I have always had a thing for tea dresses since I saw Karen Walkers lightning bolt number but the Edwardian lawn dress is just something else. It really does take you back to a time where the world was in the throes of cultural, industrial and political awakening and where a lady was a lady - all finger curls, cigarette holders and rouged lips. As a teenager I'd imagine myself in a dress like this, married to Charlie Chaplin. Mind you, in my head it was Robert Downey Jr's version of Charlie!

Antwerps baby

If I could have the creative genius of just one person, it would have to be the beautiful, awe-inspiring Bernhard Willhelms. A few years since the umbilical cord was cut, Vivienne Westwoods influence is still apparent but BW has something else up his sleeve. He isn't much interested in following catwalk trends on tailoring and seasonal pallets - instead he creates catwalk shows that embrace Grimms fantasy and japanese manga art. All in all, I love him. In fact, enough so I forked out a small fortune for one of his pieces at the start of the year.