would you like a side of fake with that?

Last week, a friend of mine made the comment that he rarely reads an article these days that doesn't ridiculously over-praise the likes of someone in the fashion industry. He said it is a great deal rare to find articles that truly critique the likes of a designers collection. He said we were all in it for our name on a guest list, a plus one and the freebies involved in the praise.

I disputed this to a degree. I love to write, I love fashion, pure and simple. But I guess its a bit of a catch 22. When you're a wannabe fashion journalist, making contacts is like the Wang without the Alexander...without contacts you have no spine to hold your back up. Praising people makes you more friends (facebook friends that is), more friends means more contacts, more contacts, means more work, more work means more happiness right?

Doesn't it...

sunday pretties

Lazy sundays laying in bed as rain interrupts your sleep, hot chocolate because you are one of the few people on this earth who doesn't enjoy coffee, sitting by the fire warming the soul eventhough its meant to be spring, sunday lunch prepared by yours truly for the sister because you have nothing better to do with your time, hours spent pouring over old fashion magazines just in case you missed something, sandlot kids - the movie for old times sake.

Sunday is a lot nicer when you don't have to work on Monday.

its raining outside, may i come inside?

It was all going so well, the sun has been shining bright the last few days in London town (a rarity from what I understand, although my friends try and sell it to me otherwise) but alas now it rains and the sky is slate grey.

I sit and wait for it to clear...otherwise its on with the boots, umbrella in hand and off to High Street, Kensington to peruse the shop windows of which I can barely even afford to look at.