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...

what do barbie and abbey lee kershaw have in common?

I remember a time when, the nineties lost its cool and style was most definitely not in the form of dip dyed coloured hair.

Fast forward to the year of two thousand and ten however and the nineties have returned with a vengeance, thanks to the likes of Abbey Lee Kershaw, championing highlights of pink and blue (much to my disdain).

I haven't toyed with this idea since I last played with my Malibu Barbie. And we all know Barbie is no barometer for all things reality, especially if her size zero waist and ample bust are anything to go by.

Forget the dye I say, we should all just make like Alexander Wang and plait our hair instead or sport a bohemian braid with a side of daisies. Better yet, let's burn our brushes and wear tousled bed hair with pride. I'm sure Barbie and Abbey Lee won't approve but at least we don't need to colour coordinate our hair with our flare.