let go!

my friend Joy and i were most put out by the number of smug islington hand holders one has the misfortune of running into on upper st on a saturday afternoon.... it's not very byronic is it (as Joy herself would say)?? infantile and needy, rather. romance of the clinton card variety. these puerile pairs are so unaware of anyone else, god forbid they might have to, gasp, shit, LET GO FOR A SECOND as you have the nerve to share pavement space outside papa johns for a fleeting moment. if that's enough to make you feel a little nauseous well spare a thought for poor little Jen who had to witness some sap feeding his girlfriend baked beans in a highbury barn caff one weekend morning. i would be marginally less offended if i was to witness a man fucking a labrador next to the ottolenghi meringues.
let us clarify one thing though.... when a handsome man holds my hand and feeds me tinned goods, well that's just adorable.

sometimes i wonder why i am single....

and sometimes it makes total sense

oh no... rein ME in

i need my blackberry to take out a restraining order on me. nothing like your friends having to abort calls you are making to an emotional fuck-up with a girlfriend who enjoys taking 'self portraits'. in a pizza express.
one word: bleak.
two more words: know yourself.
three more words: ban that blackberry.

oh no... REIN THEM IN

seems the french connection window dressers who brought us the 'head in a shopping basket' display have escaped to g star. i want to know who thought that bald mannequins sitting on a toilet wearing 3D glasses was a way to make middle of the road denim desirable?? and more to the point... who agreed to it? 'YEP YEAH GREAT IDEA MAN... IN THESE TIMES OF ECONOMIC STRIFE THERES NOTHING QUITE LIKE A BOG IN THE WINDOWS TO GET CUSTOMERS IN THE SHOP'. hmmm.... maybe someone is taking the piss.

overheard in nyc....

woman on phone: 'oh hi, it's me. ummmm, was wondering if i could borrow one of those really slutty black tops you like to wear. it's for an audition'

love this

folliesofeurope.com

Flora's Temple in Stourhead. So beautiful. I want a folly and a lake all of my own.......

budgie hair

i cant do groomed (too short, messy, disorganised, sweaty, emotional to be all glacial) so rather than make a poor attempt at that its easier to go for full on scruff. thus, having not had my hair cut - and hardly brushed - for a year, i am keen on a messy up-do. seems men arent too keen on this 'pineapple' preferring poker straight-step-away-from-the-GHDs-look. Only the other night some tosser asked me if i had a budgie living on my head... so it is with great delight i see Erdem (much of whose SS09 collection is on my secret 'wedding wish list' - see in particular look 18 and the head dress on look 25) channelling the nest on head look, both for AW09 and now for Resort 2010. scruffy hair is sex hair, bed hair, dont-give-a-shit hair... life's too short for brushes and blow-drys.

(Erdem, resort 2010. style.com)

PS. i also want the skirt and Trish Goff's legs.