Rapunzel locks

When I was in Dorset last week I noticed Lee Stafford hair growth shampoo and conditioner on offer. I've used Lee Stafford products before and have loved the soft luscious effects. My hair has reached that annoying length it's not long and its not short it just awkwardly hangs there on the borderline, this is where I'm going to bring this hair growth miracle in. That's it off to the shops I go, and when I eventually do purchase these cute girly bottles of magic I will let you know of they really do what thy advertise

Foundation failure

I don't like writing negative reviews but sadly the time has come and it came at a very sticky price yesterday. A few weeks back my sister had accidentally picked up the wrong shade of expensive foundation so gave it to me. I would take this more of a burden now. Don't get me wrong the foundation covers well but it feels as if it suffocates your skin and clings harshly to your pours. Sadly I won't be using anymore of this, I think i'll stick to my non sticky Rimmel foundation.

Label lust

We have that one item or items of clothing that perhaps you don't have the extra money for at the moment but you can't help but run through wild ideas in your head in order to gather the money. My label lust, top of my wish list item at the moment is Topshop's khaki green army jacket. I know it's only £48 pound but sadly my purse strings just appear to not stretch at the moment. Hopefully with more shifts at work and no more shopping I will manage to have that coat on my back soon. Oh a girl can dream

Shellac nails

I've always been one of those girls who paint their nails and then two seconds later I either smudge or chip them. So this summer I have said goodbye to horrid amateur nails and have switched to the long wear shellac nails.

My sister always has shellac done and I thought they were too good to be true but my nails lasted all the way through 10 days in Zante and 2 weeks after.

The bonus point to Shellac is that they don't ruin your nails like acrylics or false nails instead the polish is applied like normal varnish however they are then dried under UV light.

I know their more money than buying a cheap nail varnish but they are your saver and remain shiny for weeks. I would highly recommend shellac nails to anyone.

Jewel Queen

I have to admit it now...I have an obsession with jewellery. I already have a large box already filled to the brim with jewellery however with the trip to Dorset and buy one get one free on jewellery in New Look and sale items in Topshop I could not contain my extreme want for more trinkets.

Jewellery adds diversity to any look, it pulls together an outfit and creates and entire new look I think this is why I love it so much. I never use to like stacking bracelets on my wrist but no it has become mandatory for my everyday outfits, I suppose you could say jewellery is a little addictive too bad it has a negative affect on my bank balance. Oh well at least my outfits will look highend even if my cash flow does not match it.

 

Gold Cross Necklace (New Look)

Turquoise Rosary Beads (Topshop)

Silver Cross Handchain (New Look)

Stud and Spikes bracelet (New Look)

Spike Neckalce (New Look)

Gold Peace Ring (Topshop)

Black Skull Ring (Topshop)

Large Gold Necklace (Topshop)





Welcome to Dorset

With Uni creeping round the corner me and my two of my housemates decided to meet up for 5 days in dorset at one of the girls houses for some time to get to know eachother. I think the term 'get to know' should be taken lightly because the minute us three were together it was like we had known eachother all our lives. We spent the days as fashion journalism students know best and that was shopping and getting ready and of course eating mounds and mounds of food. From laughing at eachother's weirdness to sarcastically abusing eachother we got extremely close. Now all I can think about is I can't wait to get to uni.

I've never been to Dorset but the picturesque landscapes, the smell of the sea and quite little villages was a great escape from the bustling streets of London. I appreciated the quiteness of Dorset even more when only back in London five minutes and I was already being yelled at by some rude woman on the train. Oh how I miss Dorset.

I am definitely a shopaholic but sometimes the crowds of London push me to my breaking point and make an enjoyable shopping trip and endless disaster. Yet in Dorset you can wonder around the shopping centres and empty shops without your blood pressure raising to unhealthy level and don't end up bruised from passers by. If you are looking for a place to shop in Dorset I would definitely recommed Castlepoint, it's open air and if your a highstreet shopper like me you can't go wrong as the shops include H&M, Topshop, Miss Selfridge and River Island to name a few.

All I can say now is get me back to the delightful Dorset.

Sixth form Prom

On Friday I celebrated with the rest of my year at The Sky Bar in St Pauls. Luckily the weather was ok and we could enjoy the wonderful views of the London from the roof terrace. Here are just a few photos of the night pre one too many drinks

I'm back

After months of not blogging due to exam revision and then post exam sleeping and recovering I am finally back. I have spent the months with my head stuck between the pages of countless books, my eyes slowly sinking into my head becoming darker and darker, these books weren't even fashion books. My life has been absent of fashion there just hasn't been the time to sit there reading glossy magazines for ages gazing over the new trends nope my life has been mainly submerged into the wonderful findings of Chekhov and Hamlet. However now with all the time in the world to myself even though I am jetting off to Zante on Thursday with all my friends I could not help but pick up these books today. That's it I have allowed myself to be brought into the hype of grey world. I'll let you know how it goes.

UCA Interview and Offer

My head must be away in the clouds lately as I am shocked I haven't blogged about this yet. Nonetheless, a few weeks ago I had my interview for UCA to study Fashion Journalism. The week before my interview I had been getting ridiculously nervous and my palms were sweating to the extreme. I suppose when your heart is set on a particular University and you cannot think of anywhere else you would want to spend three years of your life, you do become very nervous. Even the night before I was rummaging through my wardrobe and panicking over what to wear, well it is a fashion course after all. After trying on every outfit, I looked at myself and thought I just need to look smart and fashionable, it’s not what I’m wearing that will decide if I get a place or not. You can’t judge a book by its cover after all. So in the end I stuck to my trusty green skirt, black shirt, gold necklace, tights and Chelsea boots.

For the whole journey to Epsom my heart was racing and I thought to myself any bump in the road will make me sick. I had my Mum and Dad constantly reminding me to just try my best and that’s all I can do. Despite their numerous pep talks in the car, in Costa Coffee and in the universities reception I couldn’t help but feel anxious. As I walked into the Uni, I was greeted by a lovely receptionist who gave me a sticker and told me to sit down and relax for a while. I started to feel relaxed when me and my Mum started to chat to another girl and her Mum.

So it eventually got to the time when one of the course teachers gathered us bundle of teenage nerves and we headed across the road into another building for our interview. With all the nerves churning around in my stomach, I thought to myself how am I even going to speak. Despite this the minute I sat down in the group interview the nerves seemed to despair as the course director came in and smiled. Throughout the interview I felt confident with my answers to the questions she was asking and joined in persistently with the group discussions. After an hour and a half I came out feeling very happy and relaxed and rushed to tell my Mum and Dad how well I thought it went. Usually, I am very tense after situations like this, so when I came out feeling that happy I knew something must have gone right. But after I thought to myself I now have to wait 2-4 weeks until I find out if they have offered me a place. Weeks of sleepless nights, tossing and turning, wondering if I was lucky enough. My interview was on the Friday and on the Tuesday night I was getting ready for dancing when all of a sudden I heard an email coming through on my phone. I instantly thought “oh it’s just another junk mail” but then I saw the words ‘UCAS track’ my heart literally skipped a beat. I quickly logged into UCAS and as the page was loading I kept on thinking this is too quick for them to reply, they said it would take a couple of weeks, ahhh this must be a decline. When I saw the word CONDITIONAL my body went into a state of shock. I ran screaming down the stairs to my mum shouting “I GOT IN, I GOT IN TO UCA !!!!!!!!” while I jumped for joy. I have never had that feeling before, therefore I knew this was the right place for me. I just couldn’t get over how quickly they responded to me and I still don’t think I’ve come down off cloud nine. Now I just need to get my head stuck in my books and get my grades. No pressure then.  

Driving Test

Sorry for the lack of blogging lately I have been caught up lately with uni interviews and driving lessons. After a very stressful and nervous morning this morning and my driving instructor telling me there is a high chance I could fail if I did not calm down, however, I surprisingly managed to pass my driving test. I do not understand how I passed. As I pulled back into the test centre I literally gave up as I had a feeling I had failed and then when the words "you passed" came out of the examiners mouth I had to ask him to repeat himself due to my state of shock. I couldn't even sign my signature on my report because I was shaking so much. So I've spent the day replying to an endless amount of 'well dones'. Now all I need is a car to go with my new pink licence.

Fantastical Photography

A few weeks ago I was flicking through "The Fashion Book" and I was stopped in my track by a photography by Sarah Moon. The 1920's style image appeared surreal as if I had just blinked and my eye had taken in only a blurred image of the photo, the photo retained a wholly enigmatic quality.

Sarah Moon, model turned photographer uses photographs to confront ordinary reality. Her imagery lies in the realms of fantasy and myth, yet her photos can never be defined as she continues to search for that elusive and unexpected moment she expresses her photos as an "echo of the world maybe."

What interested me in her work was the soft focus and dreamy appeal that leads us to a world bewitched. Her photos are unconventional. They still create a familiarity yet throughout all her images there is a strangeness present. Many of her photos resemble a reality that is shifting into twilight where the viewer is lost in a world where it is neither light nor dark.

Fashion can lie in the fantasy and what is so mezmorizing about Sarah Moon's work is that it shifts and blurs a reality giving it a cinematic quality. Her signature dark visual aesthetic despite taking away the colourful spectrum of fashion, still defines the mysterious quality of fashion- as if it is a fairytale. This is why I find her work so mysterious as she manages to capture the moments of dreams.

Iris Apfel

90 year old fashion maverick Iris Apfel or what she likes to call herself "geriatric scarlet" to me is truly a fashion icon. A fashion icon is a person that has timeless style. Apfel's idiosyncratic style has become a trademark in the fashion industry over the past five years with her statement gigantic saucer black rimmed glasses and her exuberant outfits. Despite being a style icon she believes "I can't tell people how to have style. No amount of money can buy you style its just about instinctive" and this is what makes her so inspiring. Many people are so focused on the latest trends that they forget what fashion actually is. It is about the creativity and the ideology of certain periods its not about how big your bank balance is, it is who you are and who you want to be. Society shifts towards conformity yet fashion allows you to be different and this is what Apfel dares to do with her quirky style and irreverent behavior she is the "Rare Bird" of fashion. To me she reveals a concept that we should all follow, it is the conjuring up of outfits, the mixing and matching of clothes and accessories' to reflect your own personality as this is the true essence of fashion. A label cannot depict what is fashion.

Gatsby Glamour

The New year, means new trends and this season I can't help but be captivated by Gatsby Glamour. After studying F.Scott.Fitzgerald in English last year I have become mesmerized by the American society that soared during the 1920's. Fashion reflects what is going on in the world, the social conventions, the economy and the psychology of a period. The emancipated 1920's also known as the Jazz age was a time of economic prosperity and just after the war, people became liberated and  moved away from the constraints of the the 1910s. This especially influenced the fashion industry as women moved away from the corsets of the previous decade and evolved into the 'modern' woman, a woman that is flamboyant yet comfortable. Thus the decade made way for new seductive and exciting lifestyles after the hostility of war.

So cast yourself to the roaring 20's where women craved independence and freedom with a style that was flat chested and hipless. Just imagine yourself sipping cocktails Daisy Buchanan style in the dazzling lights while the affluent leisure class dances around you.

With Baz Luhrmann currently directing an adaptation of F.Scott.Fitzgerald's classical novel Great Gatsby this season's new trend is brimming with tasseled trims, ostrich feathers, dipped hem lines and sumptuous beading everything that resembles the glittering parties that were held in Gatsby mansion. Despite the coldness and cruelty that is at the heart of the novel you can't help  but be taken by the glitz, glam and liberation  that is Gatsby Glamour.

Just a hectic January

I have been dreading the prospect of January for sometime now, with the looming threat of an English exam, two University Interviews and oh my driving test to add to the chaos. Having a cold also is not helping my mind that is in over drive. So this afternoon I decided to sit down and write my written essay for my UCA interview that is in two weeks time. This is two weeks of nail biting and sleepless nights as I ponder over what is to come on that day.

Me like many other people self doubt themselves. Yet today I am experiencing a prolonged session of self doubting, questioning myself whether I am good enough for a degree? Do I know enough to be interviewed? I suppose this is just common to fear something that your heart is set on that you begin to doubt yourself.

So as I sat down with determination in my mind today I battled my way through half of this essay feeling like I was accomplishing something I suddenly hit writers block. What was a fluid stream of thoughts in my mind became a frozen lake of despair as I crumbled and sank into the keys of my laptop. With a frazzled and tormented mind here's hoping January goes well for me (fingers crossed so tightly it hurts).