'cause i try and i try and i try

The Rolling Stones sang it true when they uttered the words, 'I can't get no satisfaction' because just when the weather turns and I get those deliciously balmy 30+ degree days that I have been so longing for I get a strong craving for chunky woolen knits. The kind of knits you throw on over Bassike tees, your most worn jeans and weathered boots, open fire place not included.

It is in my experience to never ignore cravings...so I'm just going to go with it. I'll just counterbalance my most favourite winter knits with some ripped summer shorts, a refreshing mojito and some serious air-conditioning.

my black heart aches for

I want to steal the clothe's off alexa chung's back on a daily basis

I want that fur jacket and plaid shirt, in that exact order

I want a gold lame adidas bag just like hers

I want that sheer Chloe shirt and those Bassike leather pants

I want her eyes

I want to ride shot gun in that trailer through a Californian desert

I want to be an Olsen just for one day

I want to claim that photo as my own

I want that large faux clock hanging as a centre piece in my room

I want more leopard in my life

I want to sell my soul for that Zimmerman body suit

I want a parisienne style maxi dress more than I want a crepe

I want to be as new york cool as Jess Hart

I want that pouch necklace hanging around my neck

I want to be that strong when I'm that old

I want to be in that photo standing right next to Warhol

I want to know...am I asking for too much?

a step off the runway

I have always been a big advocator of what goes on behind the scenes, on the streets, and off the runway. It's not that I don't appreciate the goings on, on the catwalk, because I do, I really do. But there is just some magic about the street side aspects of fashion week, isn't that where it all really comes to life? London has not failed to disappoint so far and so I sit and observe in awe, the floods of images that flash up on my screen daily.

We have our street chic Alexa Chung in what looks to be a Burberry trench and LBD, we have the ubiquitous Agnes Deyne in a monochrome vest dress, we have platforms a plenty (mostly of the Acne kind), we have the Model, street side with a menthol in one hand and a lookbook in the other, we have the fashionistas with no name clutching the one designer piece they own and are hoping will be their ticket into the after parties, we have the pretentious posers who we outwardly hate but secretly love and lastly we have ourselves a little Peaches Geldoff because what would be London Fashion Week if she or her lesser known sibling, weren't at the forefront of our minds?

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alexander wang

charlotte ronson

preen

vena cava

yigal azrouel

New York, New York Mercedes Benz Fashion week....oh what I would do to be there.

To be there, standing side by side Jen Brill, Erin Wasson, Abbey Lee Kershaw, Carine Roitfeld, Alexa Chung, Philip Lim, MK and Ashley, Diane Von Furstenberg, Dasha Khukova, Nate Lowman, the list could go on forever but instead I sit here on the other side of the world, perusing snap after- after party snap, dreaming away.

Alexander Wang, Charlotte Ronson, Preen and Yigal Azrouel consist of my favourites thus far. Now back to that dream...