Friday, 4 November 2011

Lonely Heart Club

"Doing the garden, digging the weeds/Who could ask for more?"

Going to have to trot on down to Penny Lane in these Sgt. Pepper Lonely Heart Club Desert Boots (Clarks Originals) when i get my mits on them.

Clarks Originals desert boots will be avaiable in January 2012. I can't wait that long.
Photo: Twitter @clarksoriginals


Selling the Harley Davidson '91 black and chrome Fatboy had only one positive. Mums biker boots were now mine.

I've lived in these since i became a size 6 and have finally found true appreciation amongst my Brightonian Homemates [housemates suggest unhappiness and discontent]

No wheat loss here, grainy grainy,

Literally wear these to every event imaginable with the exception of maybe a wedding and to work...Although i did wear them in a wedding dress on Monday...

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Metallic Madame

This time last year, words can not describe my thorough dislike for anything 'metallic' however less than 365 days later, i can't get enough of it...madness.

An afternoon leisurely strolling predominantly around John Lewis, Bluewater,i eventually found myself in one of my least favourite shops on the high street- River Island. However, between reluctantly shuffling around the rails and glancing adoringly and some Karen Millen 09-esque vibrant patterned heels, plastered with McQueen 10-esque spikes and studs, i found this little treasure...
A girls night out at Madame Geisha which had been sacked off until the last minute resulted in a rush to the wardrobe an inevitable fabulous night out

Harri; gold blazer- River Island, demin shorts - American Eagle, NYC,
Anna; plum shorts-Topshop and chiffon blouse.

Thinking about making a second appearance on Thursday whilst tantalising my taste buds in the capital, after a glam afternoon temporary tattoo-ing and glitter transferring the oxford st hooligans with Skin Art.

Photographs Madame Geisha, Brighton.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Tanti Baci

The first thing that sprung to mind when i found out Milan was a confirmation on the school trip this winter, was the delectable, delicious and distinctive dolce that is "Baci." Cheekily, also an infamous mating call from the bello raggazzo loitering the piazza's to the bella raggazzi sweeping the shops.

"Ciao bellaaaaaa...baci baci baci"

'Italian stallions' sure aren't short of a shot of confidence.

A strong wave of nostalgia swiftly followed, of an Italian exchange i eagerly took part in nearly 6 years ago in the quaint region of Bologna, in northern Italy. Too much limone gelato was consumed, too many fabulous pairs of Converse were purchased and too much glorious home made italian food was consumed. Grazia Annachiara.

Piazza Maggiore, Bologna.

The countdown begins....

Grazia Luisa Spagnoli;