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Clare Kambamettu - 51st Rose
(I have never heard that Father Ted quote bandied about so much as I have over the last few days…)
Now let me preface this post by saying I have nothing against the Rose of Tralee (except the fact that at 26 you’d be too old to enter it). On Monday I was listening to Sinead Gleeson on The Last Word and she raised a very valid point. The Rose of Tralee is a representation of women that you don’t usually see on TV. And it’s true. The Hills, The City, Big Brother and yes even Sex and the City… they’re all less than flattering representations of the female form. It IS refreshing to see women on TV who aren’t trying to dumb themselves down so that people like them better. It’s bloody brilliant actually.
But Christ on a bike through charity work is the Rose of Tralee twee…
I know it’s wrong, I know it’s childish and petulant, I know it’s futile…but I must share with you some deliciously wicked ‘hipster’ piss-taking. I have a conflicted attitude to trend-heads*. At once I admire their commitment to outlandish aesthetic and resolute self-belief, but equally I detest their commitment to outlandish aesthetic and resolute self-belief. But I’ve ranted before about this and no doubt I’ll rant again about it, so for the moment take a look at these -
* trendies, scenesters, so-cool-it-hurts types… Read the rest of this entry »
A letter from Jennie Mc Ginn to the topman at Topman. It follows an experience at the weekend in which two items were purchased after advice from the Sunday Times Style magazine to ‘check out the XS t-shirts in Topman’. Read the rest of this entry »
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Don’t really know what to say. Feeling an overwhelming sense of schadenfreude thinking about fashion at the moment. Vicious cycle of not having enough money, having some money, spending said money, feeling instantly guilty with the splurge, then empty, then lonely, then lusting after the next object to acquire/ squire. Affluenza much? Bloody good read if you haven’t gotten around to it. Oliver James charts our modern sickness. Prepare to feel self-loathing and fleeting enlightenment.
Like this:
The latest scribe to join the pre-pubescent blogosphere is none other than the offspring of a one Madonna Louise Ciccone.
Yep Lourdes Leon is “4 realz” excited about it too. Now some of you might remember my Tavi rant some months back. You might be expecting to go berserk over the very idea of Lourdes tap-tapping away on the latest Macbook (errr that’d be the iPad, no?) about her fashionable thoughts… but no. Her (inaugural) post is just plain endearing. Her writing is cute and Bebo-esque and makes me think of a little sis trying on blogging for size.
RING RING. RING RING. (simulated telephone ringing)
Whatwilliweartoday: Hello?
Flirt FM: Oh hey whatwill, how are you?
WWIWT: So great!
Flirt: Just wondering if you want to be bezzie mates??
WWIWT: OMG yea totally!!
Flirt: Awesome, well ill ring you once a week and we can have a good natter about all things fashion related, k?
WWIWT: So cool!
Flirt: Great, well i’ll buzz you every Thursday between 5.00 and 5.30pm and we can catch up!
WWIWT: That’s deadly but Flirt, what do I do if i forget our fantastic conversation???
Flirt: I haven’t quite figured that one out yet but i’ll keep you updated! But for now check it out here every Thursday between 5.00pm and 5.30pm!!
WWIWT: Awesome! best friends 4eva Flirt laters xxx
*conversation may not have actually gone quite like this…..
Elly Jackson aka La Roux performed at Viktor and Rolf’s Men Spring Summer Collection 2011 in Paris the other day. It’s not a surprising choice of artist to make an appearance at their show given her androgynous look and her schtick.
It looks like it may be the first appearance of many. It seems the design duo have adopted her as their new muse. (Apparently they wanted her in high heels for the gig though. Elly flatly refused. God I crack me up.)
I am not a fan of Jedward. There, I said it. No doubt to a backdrop of shocked silences, a chorus of tut tuts and a wave of nodding heads. I just don’t ‘get’ them. What is their purpose? What are they for? Every time I see a performance, I cringe at the stunning naivete, the collusion in national exploitation and the truly staggering lack of talent. Read the rest of this entry »
Right. That’s it. I’ve had it. I’m packing in this fashion malarky. First it was the musicians, then it was the models, followed by celebrities, the politicos, the flaming cool street urchins of hip cities, and now kids. KIDS. I have to compete with kids. Look at these effortlessly cool children, with their languid posing and their arrogant stares. The artful layering and the blunt fringes. Read the rest of this entry »
any more than our three weeks of sunshine and we might end up like these guys
a short angry note on penneys
it was suppose to be a simple affair, an in-out job, a smooth operation. i had a plan of execution in my head…pull into penneys on the way back from the bank, grab a few pairs of gladiators and some runners and swing by the summer dresses on the way to the check-out. less ‘shopping trip’, more ‘grabbing the messages’.
