
So, tell me, what do I do about this?








I also thought it was worth noting that at the end of the concert the moon exploded to a gigantic size and was the colour of Mars. Despite the intensive Red wine consumption that day i used my highly scientific and logical mind and attributed this to three possible reasons:
Yeah believe it it. Anywho I went with reason three.
Georgia May Jagger is everything you would expect from the daughter of Jerry Hall and Mick Jagger. In other words she is all lips and legs. She has started modelling and her rock royalty and covetable looks have meant she is swiftly sky rocketing to the top of everyone's most wanted lists.


So my wardrobe and I channelled Glam Grunge all weekend and we like to call it "Glunge." Chan Marshall and Slash were my muses which meant skinny minnie legs created by nutcracking tight jeans paired with Doc martens and big messy hair. However, I had less hash and greasy hair and more Sem Sauv and Chanel than my style mentors. Its okay to look grungy as long as you still look clean in my opinion. Ripped jeans and baggy t-shirts look cool but look like you lead a mosh pit not someone who spent too long in the mosh pit. Polished make up teamed with dishevelled clothes is GNARLY. Dirty hair and dirty eyeliner complimenting grubby looking "rock" clothes is BOGAN.





My Chloe bag is no more. Don't Cry for me Argentina it was my own fault. I didn't pay it off in time and David Jones cancelled the lay by. You will be pleased to know however that the hefty some i had already smacked down was refunded to me in its entirety because i lied through my teeth and said i recieved no notice of the impending cancellation. I don't ordinarily encourage such Pinoccio styling but this was a lot of mollah.
I was so depressed that i wondered around aimlessly for a minute... then dropped the earnings in one fowl swoop at the corner shop. Yeehaaaa i lassooed some Lover Pants, a Therese Rawsthorne shirt and some delightgful but obsecenely tight lilac coloured Cheap Mondays.
Moi, a label whore? No way Jose!
Ps... Could David Jones use this as evidence against me for their label?



I mean love loved. As in i would marry the looks if legally allowed or remotely sane. Kitsch and sexy and with an element of fun. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, she was mad but her suit was blue. 

Yes hate hate as in offended by, upset with, not talking to these clothes. Strong feelings to have against harmless garments i know but it is everyone's least favourite green, sickly sweet coral and all are very badly fitted. There is something sublime about a perfect fit. Work it out!










There such a quiet beauty about them unlike me. I'm loud. LOUD I say!

This one is called the Hollywood. Sexified no? The colours are all so vibrant which mixed with tan and a healthy Euro slick of coconut oil you're bound to be the one to watch on the beach. The pieces are all Italian lycra and handmade to order. This makes me feel special. Right?
Do yourself a favour... http://wearehandsome.com/One more word...Meow!
I love this blog I found this morning. Its called Caroline's Mode. I am still trying to work my way around the site as it is largely in another language.


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