Tuesday, 22 December 2015


This video made me laugh out loud. A proper, audible laugh too. Not just a silent heave of the shoulders.

I myself don't have an Instagram husband...yet...but I have been known to use the self timer. Or my long suffering mum.

 It is crazy how unbelievably accurate this is.

That line, "We used to eat our food...now we just take pictures of it." 
So spot on it's unreal.

I am definitely guilty of Instagramming the most mundane rubbish (see multiple photos of my feet and also my breakfast) but I am getting better. And I know that my best and most memorable evenings are never immortalised in a photo. I'm too busy enjoying myself.

Wednesday, 16 December 2015


Christmas is a'coming and as I was rushing out of the door this morning to do some last minute shopping, I accidentally stopped to trawl the internet and found this hilariously eye-opening article on ManRepeller.

It examines the tradition that is the annual watching of Love Actually. But alongside this it gives the ultimate tips in how to handle the Christmas party/dating season.

I for one will never look at this film in the same way.

And I'll be keeping an eye on those Christmas party lurkers...

Three hours later, my trawling is complete and now I'm off. Oxford Street in all its revolting packed glory calls.

Saturday, 12 December 2015


I'm not going to lie. Getting up in the dark is never an enjoyable experience. And getting up when it's dark, cold and rainy is just the pits.

But when an invitation lands in your inbox to see the most talked about exhibition of the year at the Royal Academy at 8am, before the eager masses are even allowed to enter the building, an early morning suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

Ai Weiwei is the man behind the exhibition and what a man he is.

Having grown up in one of China's notorious labour camps, he has been imprisoned, beaten, harassed and lives in a constant state of surveillance. 

From these horrific circumstances however, he creates beautifully powerful pieces of art that leave you feeling insignificant and empowered in one thought.

It was utterly mesmerising. Truly one of the best shows I've ever seen.

"The art always wins. Anything can happen to me but the art will always stay."

Monday, 7 December 2015


“People come in here with a need but they leave with a want,” smiles Marla Collins-Soana, buyer at Retro Clothing, Notting Hill. Sandwiched in-between a garish tourist shop and an unassuming art shop, Retro Clothing is not immediately eye catching as you wander past, involuntarily herded along by throngs of people pushing their way along Portobello Road.

Step inside and you understand why people liken un-cave like places to Aladdin’s Cave. Rows upon rows of previously loved clothing line the walls. A glass cabinet runs along the length of the store, filled with glittering pairs of shoes, their labels twinkling under the lights.

I couldn’t resist, and nor could most of the people, mainly women, in there. I wanted what I couldn’t have, what other people were holding and what I’d seen in magazines. As I clasped an exclusive sweatshirt in my hand, glaring at anyone who dared come close, I eagerly showed my friends.

“That’s so nice,” they both mumbled. “But, it’s just a jumper. Isn’t it?”

Tuesday, 1 December 2015


Fashion's prince channeling arguably literature's most famous. 

Oh, and there's Cate Blanchett thrown in the mix too.

Fashion's prince is of course Tim Walker, a weaver of fairytales and a genius in every sense of the word.