Monday, 29 November 2010


I like pretending the Arcade Fire song is about eBay purchases... that anxious longing for them to finally arrive, to be utterly as you've hoped.

Current cause:

Sunday, 28 November 2010


Found this very detailed plan in a bar on Friday and my jaw dropped to the floor.

What bars to visit, in what order, and how long to stay.... and best remind yourself to go home after it all, eh champ?

It's wall-ward amongst my gig tickets and cinema stubs for ever more.

Friday, 26 November 2010


I'm behind the times here as I only managed to watch A Single Man last night. Thwarted in all previous attempts to get my eyes in front of it, I was anticipating I'd be underwhelmed after all my waiting.

It was elegant. Strikingly so. But even more than that, it put men in angora.

That scene on the lawn made this pair look devastatingly attractive and my eye was already on the sweater. Little did I know he would wear it throughout the movie (nudity aside).

God bless you, Tom Ford.

Unsurprisingly, I now more than feel the need to make this sweater. There is no "hmm" about it; it needs to be achieved, trawling the internet this morning for a similar pattern. I always love angora sweaters in Autumn anyhow... but the boat neck, blush tone, manly cut of this one has me entirely in rapture. And set off by that check shirt too! I'll hush up, now.

Today I wear a gingham blouse under a v-neck angora as an act of homage.

Friday, 12 November 2010

Thinking of the future

I'm pretty sure when I have a kid, she'll be something like this.

For now though, I just wish to dress like one. Current covets include this dress and these mittens, from TBA and labour of love respectively.

In addition, when I'm avec Sprog, they shall certainly be wearing trousers by these guys. Absolutely incredible cut. They look like me wearing my boyfriend's clothes.

Tuesday, 9 November 2010

Rain, dear.

There's been a lot of it lately so I've been working on this.

It will either be fully fledged, a sweater vest, or a bib by Christmas Day.

I shall wear it whatever way.

Monday, 8 November 2010

I remember when you shrugged into another's skin

taking it out for a smoke.
Clogging your lungs like cheese sauce gropes cauliflower;
cloaking those wild thoughts that minds birth and stomachs harbour.

Leather slicker than your surface or the hair beneath your running palm,
it was more yours than the face you'd showed the mirror,
sucking in your cheeks lightly and holding pout like a mantle piece.

You'd barely gotten downstairs when the actual owner came collect
and I expressed myself like only a sunken potato can,
cloakroom duty to dobb you in.

You slunk up, shoulders too small for what fitted perfectly before
and cocky complacency like snow now melted
on your cuffs and collar and forehead creases.

I think of this when they say you hadn't been yourself lately.

Wednesday, 3 November 2010

"I always wanted to be a Tenenbaum." - Eli Cash

"Me too, me too." - Royal Tenenbaum.

So Nicole Richie amazingly dressed as Margot Tenenbaum for Halloween...

She must have been inspired by Chanel Autumn/Winter adverts, non?

Monday, 1 November 2010

C3PO Mark II

I'm either what he looks like when he takes his helmet off or I'm rather half arsed.