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This is my good friend Bez, who has been dying to get featured on this blog. He knew I was going for dinner last night and dressed up specially for the occasion. Some people eh? So fame-hungry. I jest, I jest. I harangued him into letting me take some pictures. For proof of evidence that some men really do know how to work the waist-coat. Often associated with boy-bands and try-hard presenters, here is an example of:
a) the casual suit (matching slacks and cons)
b) clashing prints (pinstripe and check? well done bezzy boy)
c) heritage – previously considered one of the trends for women, here we see how the male can appropriate the fabrics for a take on A/W heritage
Greetings people. As you know, we did a little video experiment at the Irish Bloggers Bash on Saturday night last. We asked all the peeps about their Worst Fashion Moment Ever. Obviously, this question took on a life of it’s own, as us Irish are too ready to ‘fess up to our failings and humiliations (along the lines of screeching out Pennys ! when asked about a particular item of clothing). Cue much hilarity. But much hilarity means much laughter…much laughter means much noise…and much noise+amateur camera+slightly inebriated filming = Short but Sweet film. We’re still learning, so be patient with us!
Thanks to the hard-working Sarah for putting it all together.
You can see here:
(Can’t figure out how to embed vimeo yet…)
Or just the link: http://vimeo.com/15173592
Oops! … I did it again.
I played with my (bank) cards.
Got lost in the shop. (River Island)
Oh, panic, panic. (mounting debts)
Y’see, I get confused when I get paid. I never did business in school, I really only understood the mechanics of an Overdraft a few years ago (charges eh?) and when I see money in my bank account, I presume it’s for me. To spend. On whatever I like.
I mosey into River Island this afternoon, perhaps with the vague intention of buying a pair of slacks, but I literally pick up about 46 items, ranging from alpine jumpers to cocktail dresses to handbags to patterned Henry Holland for Pretty Polly tights (swish). My self-edit mode is distinguishing between what looks good on me and what doesn’t; nothing to do with what I can and can’t afford. I just don’t forecast my budget like that. (WHAT BUDGET?) It’s so limiting on my creative aura y’know?
So I got me some slacks – nipped in at the ankle, tuxedo style, pretty slick. It has a detachable bow, which I like, as I’m not sure the bow is for me. Trousers kindly modelled by my office chair, who is quite happy with a change of scenery to be honest. I then HAD to have this skirt because a) it was 14e and b) its kinda hideous and c) it was 14e. I love cheap and hideous. Logic see?
Finally I purchased this beaut. Some may say it looks like a well-groomed, but nonethless, dead sheepdog and I’m inclined to agree, but I thought: hey – what the hell? It’s not like I can’t afford to look like a dead sheepdog right?
So on Saturday last, some of Ireland’s fashion bloggers got together for a bit of a bop, a bit of cake and some much-deserved back-slapping (If we don’t slap our backs , who will? For the love of god, WHO WILL?) It was genuinely a really nice opportunity to put faces to names and names to faces and have a bit of a chinwag about the whole blogging experience. It can be a lonely game, not least because the industry hinges on a labour of love and clocking in a lot of hours outside of work/college/life commitments. Anytheways, we came, we chatted, we drank, chatted some more (where did you get that necklace? and what about those shoes?) and left amid a general feeling of goodwill. WWIWT asked everybody about their favourite item they were wearing: results below, and we also did a little video piece about your worst fashion faux pas: coming soon.
We also ALL loved the cupcakes Jo Linehan made, which were practically inhaled. Models don’t eat, bloggers do. I also LOVED the deep purple lipstick I managed to pinch off Una for a quick go and was pretty happy with the results, spesh as I was worried I would look like the Mother Undead herself, as you can see in my previos post. I think it really accessorised with my drunken eyes. Anyway, it was a great night and long may many more continue (I’m suggesting a monthly event – and maybe even a touring one, but hey – I like to drink…) Links to everyone on the pictures, so have a mosey through all the gals work.
Well it’s Monday afternoon and I’m sitting here in my pajamas still recovering from Saturday night- well actually recovering from the entire week; the entire stress-riddled, nail-biting, sleep deprived week. But the Debs was on, it was enjoyed and now its over and to be entirely honest, I’m quite relieved about that really. So as you know from a previous post, the day didn’t exactly go to plan. Well not the day exactly but everything. Everything that could go wrong, did go wrong.
The dress didn’t arrive, the tan turned green, the curls had disappeared after an hour, the bus was only booked the night before and the eyelashes were a joke. But in the end it all came together – just like some messed-up, drunken, Irish, happily-ever-after. So although I only bought the dress two days before, (and the shoes and bag the night before), it was all good and the stress was well worth it. The competition was ‘Fierce’. The style stakes were high and there was an incredible array of very different dresses – Grecian to print, silky to jersey, and very little to very big.
My dress, as you can see, was short – an unusual choice considering only 3 people were wearing short dresses. My original dress was a long, dusty pinkish dress but due to ‘unforeseen circumstances, [the dress] won’t arrive until late next week’. (Damn you House of Fraser and you’re blatant lack of regard for The Most Important Night of a Post-Leaving Cert) After a five minute ‘bitch-fit’ and a 3 minute cry, I ran over to Kildare Village and bought the first dress I tried on (yes, really!) from Karen Millen. A surprise choice as a) I never shop there and b) the dress was short and c) the colour was mint green – a risky decision if ever there was.
Anyway, unfortunately I am having severe writers block due to a lack of sleep (ok i did get 15 hours in total but right now, it definitely doesn’t feel like that) so the time has come to finish up. I need more pizza, more diet coke and a Jersey Shore marathon. Just a small note to Rosemary from The Great Débutante Debacle piece: If only I had listened to you sooner.
Editors Note: Jennie felt it important to share with you the reality of the Debs
New label crush alert. Stolen Girlfriends Club – started in 2005, only on my radar in 2010. (People, I am married to the computer already, I can’t catch everything…) Anyway, where to begin? The name is just inspired. I wanna be a stolen girlfriend, I wanna be part of that club. The look is insouciant, playful and seeeexxxxxyyyyy. And the pièce de résistance – two of the label owners are ex-pro surfers. PRO SURFERS – did you hear that? That just takes cool to a whole other level. The fashion line is just one of the tentacles of this creative super-collective; SGC incorporates musics, film, photography and events.
Seriously – tweed bicycle shorts – who would have thought it? I was racking my brains of how to do heritage this Winter without looking like Lady of the Manor, and BAM – Stolen Girlfriends Club give me tweed bicycle shorts. They also dabble in jewellery with a line called Heavy Metal, and by the Beard of Zeus, I simply must have that I love you to Death pendant. Intense – moi?
Check out the really sweet and dreamy video they shot for their Weapons of Mass Seduction Campaign. Beautiful and baffling. Don’t you just want in?
Ok, so Lornas Debs is tonight. Her House of Fraser dress didn’t arrive and so emergency dress had to be purchased in record time. Emergency shoes, bag, cape and hair-piece also had to be acquired. Mc Ginn household has been on Red Alert all week. Hair has been done ala Megan Fox via Veronica Lake, although looks like there’s a little droppage action going on. New shoes are being broken-in, but that might just mean early onset blisters in advance of tonight. House is being cleaned, sandwiches are being made – it’s go, go GO people. Absolute PANIC STATIONS.Honestly, I feel like the Queen is arriving. More updates later.
Gosh, with all the excitement this week – Brian Cowen and his worldwide intervention, the Pope and his lackluster ticket sales, Colleen and Rooney crisis talks (and Colleen’s eyebrows – wtf?) – there’s hasn’t been much time for hardcore lust research. Half the team are on holidays, Lorna is in the thick of Debs Drama, Sarah is recuperating after all the video stress (check it out here) and Rachel is still celebrating her JC results. But fear not, Jennie is on the case, the case specifically being tasty, ethical treats from Fashion Conscience. Read the rest of this entry »
Well unfortunately this year we missed out on our tickets to New York fashion week (some of you might recall our fluke encounter with a certain Ms Kelly Cutrone and our admittance into a certain Alexandre Herchcovitch show last year…where we brushed shoulders with our buds Kanye and Anna and the likes. If not check it out here!) but na bi buartha, I’ve kept a critical eye on the goings on across the pond and here’s my pick of the best trends and collections…