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?

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.

monday pretties

Ain't nothing finer than a lazy weekend spent down the coast, with sweeping views of the ocean, a glass of rose in one hand and some Acne reading material in the other

It was all good food, great company, chatting about nothing long into the night, sleeping in, waking up content, sun glorious sun, more food, music that makes your skin tingle, cadbury chocolate that melts on your tongue, chilling with your family

And then you arrive at that point. That point on a Sunday when you know if you go to sleep you're going to have to wake up on a Monday

and so now, here we are

wondering out aloud if these girls ever get Monday blues?