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006I haven’t posted for a couple of weeks- I’ve been super busy, although I couldn’t really say what I’ve been doing. I turned 17, so that’s a good thing! I’ve had such a lovely few days, mainly because I have really great friends, it’s bearable living in this house right now and it’s nearly summer, so I have a lot of things to look forward to, a lot of things to get me out of bed.

For my birthday I received some visual delights as gifts, some of which I’ll share in this post. I love to receive presents which are things that you really like and lust after, but would never buy for yourself as they’re just a little too expensive.

Mum bought me ‘Elle Collections’ of the S/S collections, and I know it’s totally late for you fashion crowd but it’s new and fresh for me. I used to spend hours poring over – so this conveniently paper copy is something to examine in the early hours when I can’t sleep.

I’m not really fashion. I can admire the work, and the time and creativity behind it, but I like to eat too much and spend too much of my life in big jumpers and boxer shorts to ever be a hanger for it. That’s why I’ve never been into minimalist fashion too much, excepting maybe Jil Sander’s S/S 2011 collection, just because it was the first time I realised how simplicity can be so beautiful, and also it was totally wearable. It was so easy for the high street to emulate, being simple colours and cuts, so it suited my income, (income being £0 at that point of my life as I was jobless and dissatisfied. In fact I think I started shoplifting around this time, I stole a H&M copy of one of the stripy dresses. Fashion is bad)

I digress. This Elle collection made me swoon, and swoon- because- Meadham Kirchoff. I wrote about them before. There isn’t a spread of their full collection, unlike others later in the post- but just these pictures make my heart thud hard.



Ugh, my palms are sweating it’s just SO not right, it’s too much, it doesn’t go with the rules and it’s perfect. Fashion is ridiculous and this shows that. Vivienne Westwood once said,

‘Don’t just eat McDonalds, get something a bit better. Eat a salad. That’s what fashion is, something a bit better.

Now, I really really like McDonalds, but I think I prefer salad. Woah, that’s deep. Take a second to think about that.

Meanwhile, in my Elle Collections i got for my 17th, look what else it’s offering me!:


Remember when I said I only really loved Meadham Kirchoff? Ha, ha! I’m not an expert, but I know that I love this collection. I did a Polyvore of this sort of thing before, and look!!! I want that dress.


Dries van Noten has never really struck a chord with me much before, but this. It’s the pattern, and the layers and the texture. It’s so loose and androgynous, it’s totally summer. See, this is why I have to have breaks from fashion magazines. I really am A* at sounding like a dickhead.

Meanwhile, Miuccia has done it again:


Everything is 100% covetable. Unfgh

Today all I’ve done is read David Bowie IS, (another present from my best friend. I will scan that another day, it deserves time on it), have a bath, and think about university again. Can somebody stroke my hair and tell me everything is going to be rad, and I won’t make shitty choices for my future? Can somebody give me loads of money so I can just live in Paris instead of having to go and get a degree and then probably not getting a job after? No? I’ll settle for listening to this on a loop then- the smile is already spreading across my face. This shit is good.

BYE see ya Love ya ByE X



Meadham Kirchoff. If we’re thinking along the lines of saviours, these are the real thing. I started to get into clothes in a big way about 2 years ago. I’d trail charity shops and find the most hideous things and piece them together, calling it fashion. If I have a look in the

But then I got a job, and suddenly I didn’t have enough TIME to go shopping all.of.the.time. It was ironic really, because I got all this money- and suddenly I just succumbed to the devil. Yes OKAY TOPSHOP YOU ARE SO OVERPRICED BUT ALL THE CLOTHES ARE HUNG UP NEATLY, and I can quickly purchase rather than scour the bargain bins in the charity shops.

But I didn’t get my kicks from this. There’s something about dressing like you’re insane that makes you feel good about yourself, it’s like YEAH, you know what the Man, I can wear this and still have something more to say.

But thats what stopped happening. I found myself getting shyer, coyer, hiding underneath the geometric clashy prints. The summer didn’t help- I found as I did a musical course at my local theatre- I couldn’t hide underneath these showy, layered clothes- much too hot, I spent three weeks in stretchy trousers and off the shoulder jumpers. And you know what surprised me most about this? I QUITE ENJOYED IT. it was nice for me to talk for once, rather than my clothes. Yes, I gave up on fashion.

Who could blame me? The 1950’s of the past a/w 2010 was fading, something that I adored so much it used to bring me to tears. But even then fashion let me down, it looked great on the runway, but on a 15 year old girl from Peterborough, I was the frumpy one in the little heels, (BUT WITH A DEFINED WAIST. that is the most important thing I musn’t forget.)

The only collection I REALLLLLY like s/s 2011 was Jil sandler, anyway, and bought loads of plain white tops and teamed them with long skirts. I was getting lazier, but still completely addicted to clothes, andhow people saw me.


Then the dark times came. I possess a body con dress. Black, with the mesh sleeves. It wasn’t fashion. Not high fashion anyway. I felt like I was betraying, Karl, Donatella, and the rest of them. It did make me feel good though. Boys complimented me. Enter the age of accepting my body shape, maybe lower cut things might suit me more, heels might give me that longer leg (I have the stumpsiest legs ever)

And then I found MEADHAM KIRCHOFF. (Yes we got here.) In my times of fashion denial, lots of yeah but???????????????????????????????????????????? These two favoruite men of mine, Ben and Ed, did a big fuck you! to everything! Everything! And the s/s 2012 the Courtney Love fashion show that is bookmarked and watched a million times, but all the pizzazz back into my impressionable mind.

Now I see the RTW fall 2012 collection and i will share with you. x Courtesy of

Stay classyx x



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