back from the dead

I'm back from the dead....literally. I had ran away from life and was sunning myself in Perth, West of Australia since ye old Christmas day. My-oh-my does it hurt to be back.

Put simply - reality bites.

Nevertheless I have my Feb edition of Rushh, a delightful new pair of Friend of Mine shoes, a free copy of Lure and a whole heap of wonderful blogs to pour through, to keep me going.

I also come bearing gifts in the next few days, that I had promised before Christmas.

So until we meet again, enjoy the pretty pictures...

saga sigurdardottir

The London College of Fashion is known for producing some great talent and they don't come much more exquisite than the works of Icelandic fashion photographer Saga Sigurdardottir. A handful of a name indeed, but a body of work so mesmerising I often get lost in her world of elfin like model creatures, feathers, fur, shoes of deep rich mahogany and purple, velvets and satin and bows and gardens of endless fountains and overgrown chic grass.

Yes overgrown chic grass. If there ever was such a thing as overgrown chic grass then Sigurdardottir has captured it time and time again.

Only in her second year of fashion photography, her work has already been exhibited in publications including Dazed & Confused, Dazed Digital, Lurve Magazine and The Company of People.

I sense that larger things loom for this girl and I am in fact predicting us to be hailing Saga the Great in much the same vein in which we do Terry Richardson, sometime in the near future.

come side with me

Anything that Alexander Wang does is never anything short of amazing. And whilst his spring summer 09-10 collection had everyone buzzing at New York fashion week, it really was his catwalk braid that set the tone for the new season.

Hit the blogs and you'll find every budding fashionista sporting the teased plait to Wang perfection.

Don't get me wrong, I do love it but as a hair-out kinda gal I'm issuing a warrant for the return of the tousled side part. Nothing excites me more than pictorials of the uber cool Alice Dellal in all her grunge glory with strategically placed side part, tousled just enough so you can glimpse her dark roots and wonder if she has just crawled out of bed.

Braids are of the moment, but the side part will always be epic.