Kawaii Forever! (2015)

So, I’ve been back from Japan for over a year now and I’ve only just found the time – and energy – to force my abnormally tiny fingers back down onto the keyboard. You could say there are no excuses for taking such a long break from writing, but, of course, I have found plenty! Those long-haul flights are a bitch and, combined with shift work, Christmas stress, followed by more frustrating shift work and new found addictions to Housewives of New Jersey, aren’t exactly the greatest motivation for a blog post – especially one that reminds me I am no longer in the weird and wonderful land of Japan. Also, sincere apologies to all those who went on the world wide search for me – I’m safe and sound but would appreciate it if someone could give the Queen a call; I know she’ll be frantic with worry!

    Frustratingly, leaving such a large period of time between arriving back in greyer than grey London and blogging means my memory is beyond fuzzy (not to mention, I turned twenty-five not long ago… old age and memory loss go hand in hand!) I will try my best to do the Japanese justice although, let’s be honest, it’s not as if they need it. It’s a fact universally known that their style is unique beyond any other; if there is any life on Mars capable of fashionable critique (which, of course, I’m sure there is…), they would be singing the praises of our quirky pals across the pond, whilst tucking their little green feet into custom made Louboutins.

These people ooze cool. And not in the ‘you need to see a doctor about that’ kind of oozing. I’m talking ‘DAMN I WANT TO BE YOU!’ kind of ooze; the good ooze! You can’t help but walk around feeling constantly inferior to these beautifully clothes creatures, wondering how on earth they do it… I’m thinking fairy dust? But, of course, they only had the upper hand due to my luggage limit *ahem*. It’s as if every Japanese youth of my generation was born holding The Guide to Good Style and the doctor delivering this tiny trendy human would have a spare copy hidden in his medicine drawer – just in case. Actually, it is my belief all babies with even a speck of Japanese blood in their veins are born wearing a beret and Dr. Martens. Where as I arrived on this earth covered in goo, fashioning ginger fluff upon my tiny peanut shaped head and not much else. Fair? I think not! And this is why, pathetically, I have literally NO photographs of the many trendy humans walking the streets of Tokyo, Osaka or Kyoto.  I was just too afraid to ask. Ridiculous, I know. Especially since they happen to be some of the most polite and friendly people I have ever met, whom I am sure would have reveled in a little attention from moi.

   Talking of polite, the Japanese have customer service skills to rival the Ritz! Those of us who live in London know the average welcome to a shop consists of… well…. no welcome at all! In Japan, many shop assistants will hold your bags as they walk you to the door and give you a bow farewell. Some bow so low it is a wonder they don’t fall into a forward roll followed by a cartwheel and a cheeky back flip! No matter what store you visit, you will always be acknowledged with at least an ‘ IRASSHAIMASE!’ meaning ‘welcome!’ It was such a refreshing change from the sometimes shameful reception we get over here – Britain, I think it’s time we popped onto Amazon for a copy of Emily Post’s Etiquette….

    Another thing to mention is the unfortunate fact that having a tattoo does cause some limitations in Japan. Many associate it with crime (unlike in the West where it’s seen as a form of expression, fashion or sometimes just really bad taste, bad judgement and too much rum) hence the uneasy stares at the large ginger lady lovingly (and painfully) poked into my arm. Despite their dislike of the trend, not one person treated me with disrespect;  my painfully pale skin and ginger hair made it pretty clear I had just jumped off the tourist boat. Remember, in some situations you will have to cover them up, so be prepared! Bring plenty of fabulous long sleeve tops or, like me, you’ll have to improvise and consequently create a truly vile outfit (my Halloween concoction was honestly awful – and that’s putting it politely).

Oh, one other thing – don’t forget that this is a fashion blog (or at least an attempt at one). So the thousands of pictures I took of my adventures wont be posted and neither will the detailed information on where I went and what I did. If you have any questions, just ask! Let’s be honest, this blog is pretty long to begin with, and I certainly don’t need any excuses to waffle on………

OSAKA

Where it all began! And wow, what a place to start. I LOVE Osaka. Arriving here was the first time I truly realised how cool the Japanese are. Ignorantly (shamefully, stupidly, ridiculously and all the other words that explain how much of a fool I am) I expected the majority of ladies to be dressed head to toe in Lolita fashion, hair in pigtails, maid outfits galore! Don’t get me wrong – I love the quirk of it, don’t we all? YES, because it’s friggin’ swell. But it was honestly quite a surprise for me to see how varied and approachable the style of the general public was (this is, of course, if your style is painfully cool). We stayed in Amerika Mura, where the young and hip hang. Despite the fact that it rained for three days straight and we spent one whole day so hung over we could just about travel to the KFC  for a chicken burger (extremely cultured, I know) we still somehow did so much, and shopped even more so! Not too far from the station there were dozens of designer stores that I would, true to form, longingly peek into, salivating at the windows like a starved dog. Moving deeper into the magical streets of Mura we found an array of clothing and accessory stores, all varying in price and style, with some more hidden than others – but of course my nose is like a bloodhound’s when it comes to clothing, so we found them easy enough! Vintage store Taneo was a lucky find – hidden up some stairs above another shop, as many of them are – and was the first we found of its kind. As always, I had to christen this event with a purchase and luckily Taneo was filled with plenty of candidates to add to my unhealthy collection of clothing. Despite wanting everything, I finally settled on my crazy Olympic 3D jumper, with tiny dedicated knitted men propped on top, practicing in the hopes of winning the gold medal. Our hotel, Lions Rock Shinsaibashi, was conveniently placed in the center of these wonderful treasures, and it was only a few seconds from here I found an awesome little accessory den. Small but packed to the rim with kooky bits and bobs, this little space was home to a mix of unique jewellery, novelty handbags and purses, crazy printed leggings, skirts, t-shirts and stand-out shoes. I took my sweet time in here, since it was the only place I could shop without finding myself lost  – my sense of direction is shameful.

It is also in Osaka that I began my filthy love affair with Monki. Here I am, thinking I have made a discovery so great even the scrolls of the dead sea had nothing on me! Then, lo and behold, it turns out there was a store sitting slyly in Carnaby Street all along – less than ten minutes from where I work! So, I can’t claim credit for that one. What I can claim is that Monki is AWESOME! Classic and simple foundations with a quirky edge that will leave enough  pennies your pocket for another spin around the store to find those gorgeous pieces you missed the first time around. I, myself, did a frantic spree, since I assumed I would never see this place again. The result was one fabric bag, a pair of suede black Mom trousers, one black dress and croc style leggings – I didn’t want to stop there, but like I said, I forgot the private jet.

Attempting a little Lost In Translation

Attempting a little Lost In Translation

Angelic Pretty / Inside TANEO / Amazing graffiti

Angelic Pretty / Inside TANEO / Amazing graffiti

Awesome vintage jumper I purchased in TANEO - who will win the gold?

Awesome vintage jumper I purchased in TANEO – who will win the gold?

Outfit for our day trip to the beautiful Mount Koya. Necklace - Camden Market / Top and trousers - Topshop / Trainers - Converse

Outfit for our day trip to the beautiful Mount Koya. Necklace – Camden Market / Top and trousers – Topshop / Trainers – Converse

 

Monki I love thee, till death do us part!

Monki I love thee, till death do us part!

Monki Jumper / Forever 21 shorts / Illamasqua Apocalips lipstick

Monki Jumper / Forever 21 shorts / Illamasqua Apocalips lipstick

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Monki madness at the Cat Cafe

Monki madness at the Cat Cafe

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Asos top / vintage boots / Monki bag

Asos top / vintage boots / Monki bag

 

KYOTO

Kyoto had a much more relaxed atmosphere than its two buddies in the North and South. Of course, this came as no surprise. When we think of Kyoto we imagine serene gardens, traditional wooden ryokans, keeping cozy in kimonos and green tea by the river. From my short experience here, it appeared fashion followed the same pattern; less catwalk, more comfortable. And comfortable I was, for sure, in my gorgeous ryokan and garden – complete with kimono nightwear! In fact, in every hotel that I laid my peanut shaped head, one of these beauties could be found hiding in a drawer, or sitting on my freshly made bed – just one of the many benefits of visiting Japan! Of course, I treated myself to one to take back to the UK- how could I resist? It was on my check list of things I MUST do on this ‘once in a lifetime’ trip. Lucky enough, they were being sold outside the Fushimi Inari Shrine – second hand for half the price! It was as if they could smell my bargain-hunter stench a mile off!

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TOKYO

Last but certainly by no means least: Tokyo. Stepping into the concrete jungle, I finally understood Miss Stefani’s fashion obsession. If you have money to burn, an empty wardrobe and any ounce of sense underneath that fabulous head of hair, all you need now is a one way ticket to Tokyo. Three days in this place was long enough to realise that I need to relocate ASAP! The really poop thing about going to somewhere like Tokyo to shop is that, unless you have your own private jet and a harem of beefy men at hand, there is no way you will find a suitcase big enough to meet your requirements, or the strength to carry it. Next time I’m bringing the Tardis!

Let’s begin with Shibuya 109. It’s like the shiny new doll you adore to the ends of the earth but your irrational fear of dropping the lil cutie flat on her porcelain face keeps her boxed up in the corner – basically I tried not to touch anything, break anything, lick anything or drool anywhere. It’s so pretty! A mass of variety in gorgeous packaging – from preppy to sporty, pink and girly to smart and sophisticated, all the way through to crazy anime prints – Shibuya 109 has it all! And it’s presented so beautifully, with the assistants ready to meet your every need. You really are spoilt for choice.

HARAJUKU! Need I say more? BUT I MUST, oh I must! I have previously claimed that Beyond Retro is my vintage heaven on earth, but I’m making a rebuttal. It has to be done. Because, people, I found the real heaven – fluffy marshmallow clouds, angels shaking their ass like it’s Friday, big pearly diamond encrusted gates!

HARAJUKU!  HARAJUKU! HARAJUKU!  We literally spent the whole of our last day here and it still wasn’t enough time to see everything (which is probably for the best, since I didn’t want to return to London and be forced to live in a box due to dwindling funds). I have to make a special mention of a few of my favourites from the trip. Me; the land of quirk, bow ties and chunky shoes, Pin Nap; an 80s and 90s paradise exploding with colour and last but not least Panama Boy; the cosy armchair of vintage stores, stocked to the brim with awesome 80s pieces and dear old teddy bears – you’ll just want to cuddle up and spend the night with your new buddies in your sass togs. Or why not the rest of your life?

But SERIOUSLY, people, there is such an abundance of vintage stores in Harajuku, ranging in price, style and vibe, you wont go home empty handed. If you are a lover of crazy prints, conversational pieces, novelty items, thrift stores (Carrie Bradshaw and Macklemore style!)  and particularly 80’s pieces you will certainly appreciate what Harajuku has to offer….

…And, of course, Japan as a whole itself. It was amazing from the moment I dragged my booty off the plane and never ceased to impress, entertain and amaze! If you get the chance to go, please take it! For the sake of your wardrobe and your wanderlust! It really does rock your socks. And if you don’t wear socks, go to Japan and buy some!!!! 😀

THANK YOU JAPAN ❤

Shibuya 109/ Shibuya's famous crossing/ Black Milk comic leggings

Shibuya 109/ Shibuya’s famous crossing/ Black Milk comic leggings

Shibuya and Harajuku purchases

Shibuya and Harajuku purchases

FIERCE boots from Flag J havin' a chill with Pikachu and Kyoto Tower's mascot Tawawa-chan (AKA my little Kyotower)

FIERCE boots from Flag J havin’ a chill with Pikachu and Kyoto Tower’s mascot Tawawa-chan (AKA my little Kyotower)

Adorable sales assistant at Panama Boy

Adorable sales assistant at Panama Boy

Vibrant fitting room and exterior of Panama Boy

Vibrant fitting room and exterior of Panama Boy

Had to be done!

Had to be done!

Gorgeous 80s Paris Blues dress from Panama Boy

Gorgeous 80s Paris Blues dress from Panama Boy

 

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Oversized jumper from Panama Boy

Chicago/ Santa Monica Harajuku/ Flamingo / Punkcake

Chicago/ Santa Monica Harajuku/ Flamingo / Punkcake

The streets and stores of Harajuku

The streets and stores of Harajuku

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Crazy prints/ ACDC vampire T-shirt

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Gorgeous store but what is it called??

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My E.T necklace from the unknown (but fabulous) store above

ME

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Creepy 90s style eye necklace from Me

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Kooky furniture and accessory store

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Exterior of PIN NAP

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PIN NAP

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Helloooo heaven!

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My only purchase from Pin Nap – showing the greatest amount of restraint

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Wearing comic Primark top in little bar Deathmatch in Hell

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Awesome zombie leggings – awful shirt. My vile improvisation at the Robot Show

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Sayonara 😦

Off to Japan: Top 5 tips and a SAYONARA!

A quick blog post before I rush my little self off to Heathrow dragging my big luggage behind me.

I’ve been painfully trying to put my wardrobe together this last week and today I finally succeeded (cheers from the crowd please!) It is my version of a work of art, which is slightly worrying for the art world. Below are a few fashion tips from my experiences of travelling over the last few years.

Please be aware until November 1st I will be in Osaka, Kyoto, Tokyo, Koyasan, Nara, Arashiyama, Hiroshima and Miyajima enjoying the natural beauty and neon lights in the magical land that is Japan! Don’t be jealous (well, just a little) and don’t miss me too much! I will try to post pictures on here and on twitter if possible; I don’t want you to miss out on all the kooky guys and gals in Harajuku and Shibuya!

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My 5 Essentials:

 These essentials will keep your wardrobe as light and fluffy as whipped cream and make those ‘I’m stressed, I’m stressed! I can’t get dressed!’ moments a thing of the past. All you need are these five pieces and just add various lipsticks, tops and gorgeous jewellery to make your outfits all unique but just as fabulous; much easier (and cheaper) than bringing your entire wardrobe.

One long black cardigan: Keeps you covered on those chilly nights when the goosebumps have a rave on your usually exposed legs, plus it gives you that instant glam look when you glide into the room like the princess of the underworld!

One pair of white Converse: HEAVEN SENT! I am ashamed to say that this is the first time I have owned a pair of white converse (the only other pair I had bore ugly little skulls; a result of my teenage Avril Lavigne ‘Skater Boy’ phase). These beauties literally go with EVERYTHING, they’re comfortable and if you want to go foot-funky just buy yourself some quirky socks!

One black pencil skirt: Necessary for those nights out after a long day walking round in circles with your Lonely Planet in one hand, and a clump of ripped out hair in the other (STRESS!) You can keep it casual with some nice suede black flats and a t-shirt or, if you want to paint the town red and fill your liver with sake, step into your sexy ’Rihanna’ heels. (Below)

One pair of ‘Rihanna’ heels: I’m referring to the gorgeous nineties strappy sandals we’ve all be wearing these last few seasons, and Rihanna is the Queen! Keep them black for more versatility and wear them with every evening outfit (just don’t forget the flats in your bag for when your feet give into their natural born shape and the gallons of alcohol you’ve been drinking). There are so many varieties out there on the high street and online – you are spoilt for choice!

One pair of Mom jeans: My Topshop Mom jeans are the No.1 item in my wardrobe (much love Mom jeans, much love). Just like the white Converse they go with everything, they are totally comfortable and you’ve instantly got that vintage/retro look no matter what you wear due to the high waist. Oh, and let’s not forget they make your booty look like fresh buns from the village bakery…

5 Quirky-Cute Japan:

These are my 5 essential cute items for my trip; if you’re going to go cute anywhere it’s got to be Japan! I planned to show you photographs but realised unpacking would bring me so much stress a mini break down would occur, with a possible stint in rehab.

Lilac wink eyes crop top – Republic

Doll face mini frame purse – Lulu guinness

Happy and sad knees tights – Asos

Blue sailor dress – Pop Boutique

Comic ‘Woman in Red’ leggings – Black Milk Clothing

5 Essentials For That Loooooooooong Flight

Wear your heaviest and most bulky clothes; it just means less items in your already bulging-at-the-sides suitcase, and if you’re from London, where the wind and rain work overtime, bulky equals warm and for us it’s and the warmer the better!

Wear layers; If you wear less and you get cold, what can you do? I certainly will not be asking the man dribbling on my shoulder if I can borrow his coat. At least if you wear plenty of layers no matter how hot or cold the plane, you’re sorted. And remember, your jumper doubles up as a pillow! Improvise people, improvise!

Wear lipstick; If you want to look glam at the airport just put on some red lippy and forget the uncomfortable outfit; at least the rest of your body wont suffer. I’m taking ten lipsticks to japan with me… too much?

Wear comfy shoes; OK, so it’s bitch of the century time! Let’s begin… On my most recent holiday (Barcelona) I saw a girl wearing four inch heels at the airport (grubby and battered looking, might I add) and I just thought ‘WHY?!’ I mean, the paparazzi aren’t here (honey, you’re not Lady Gaga), no one except me, bitchy McBitchy, would have noticed her footwear since all anyone could think about was actually getting to the front of this never ending queue and, most importantly, they should be considered a weapon; it’ll ‘av your eye out guvna’!

So, ladies and gents, since I’m in a rush that’s all I can provide. I shalt miss thee very much so!

– x – SAYONARA – x –

Kitty Kitty Bang Bang

I’ve written this post in search for some reassurance that I’m not going mad (although some would say I’m already gone). Everywhere I go I’m seeing cats or kittens and it’s getting to the point where I truly fear that I’m either turning into Catwoman (not the worst thing in the world) or just a crazy cat lady who will eventually live in a cardboard box, replace my dove deodorant and sponge with saliva and tongue and choose fish bones over mum’s Caribbean curry (don’t think it could get any worse). I am telling you now before the war begins; the cats are coming in full force and they are showing no mercy!

Seriously, for the last month every clothing store I venture into there’s a cat print, silhouette or almond shaped eyes peering from the shadows. But, since their claws are much sharper than mine and their brothers and sisters could eat me up as a midnight snack (low in fat of course), I can’t beat them – so I’ll join them!

My daytime (CAT’S WHERE IT’S AT) and evening (FELINE KINDA FLIRTY) outfits below give you an idea of how kitty crazy you can be this season, plus a preview of the array of items available online and in stores gives you a chance to spend spend spend like a kitten in a kipper store! 

Puuuuuuurrrrrfect…

(Please excuse my love of puns today! Oops… forgot to use CATWALK… phew, I feel better now!)

Jumper – J.W. Anderson for Topshop/ Trousers – Joseph Herald £435/ Collar – Noir Rila £50/ Shoes – Charlotte Olympia £455/ Bag – £13 Etsy/ Leopard Ring – Meadowlark £505/ Cat Ring – Asos £6.70

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Top – Forever 21 £8.66/ Necklace – Asos £13/ Skirt – Milly Edith £390/ Hat – New Look £11 / Bag – Georgina Skalidi £110/ Shoes – Boohoo £31 / Cardigan – New Look £35 / Leopard Ring – £100 Meadowlark / Cat Ring – Max&Chloe £165

Sunglasses – Missguided £9.99/ Nail Art Wrap Set – Firebox £14.99/ Dress – Japan L.A. $79

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Bag – Muchacha Ahcahcum £10.89 (eBay)/ Socks – Lazy Oaf £12/ Hat – Topshop £10/ Earrings – FazJewelry Etsy £13.02

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I’ll meet you at the Classic Car Boot…

Practicing what I preach, I took my little legs off to the Classic Car Boot Sale at the Southbank Centre for some retail therapy (and to torture myself with the painful truth that I will never actually own a Cadillac). Mr. Sun was shining, the beer was flowing and the crowds were buzzing. Mulled wine was being served from the big red bus blasting tunes, gorgeous colourful vintage pieces hung from the many rails, whilst homeware and nick-nacks were dotted around the stalls, ranging from novelty to collectible. And the cars, OH the cars! Delicious beyond belief! You normally can’t drag me away from the clothes, but classic cars are just in a league of their own; in my dream world London looks like Cuba, I own pink and aqua Cadillacs and, most importantly, I’m Dita Von Teese. Ahem….

As amazing (with a capital A) as the Chevrolets and Volkswagen campers were, I still, as always, managed to find time to spend a little cash. Considering my more recently dwindling budget I think I did considerably well with my purchases; one Scottish mohair poncho cape £30, a black shirt with unique slanted pockets £9 and a gorgeous velvet tasseled Jaeger bolero £25. Wish me good luck finding space in my wardrobe; I’m going to need it.

So, ladies and gents, even if you have no interest in fashion to the point where you think that bin bags are the hottest new thing and that Kate Moss is some kind of gardening product, the Classic Car Boot is still worth a visit. Grab a friend, treat yourself to a tasty snack from one of the many food wagons, plonk your bum down on a seat for some people watching and enjoy one of the wonderful perks of living in London.

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Today I rolled out of bed and I put on…

High waisted faux leather shorts! Forever 21 £16.75

It’s once again that time of year where London weather is playing up to its role of making its residents miserable, miserable and, let’s not forget, miserable. This is about the only time a Londoner will actually appreciate Underground peak times due to body heat (except for the guy with his face in that dudes armpit; he does not appreciate this).  Soon after this decline in temperature (and the will to live), I prepare myself for my mums words of wisdom; ‘PUT SOME CLOTHES ON FOOL!’ And so, like a good little girl, I decided to take my freezing ass out for a Brazilian buffet in a sensible beret, a slightly less sensible pair of tiny shorts and a no-sense-at-all invisible cloak (cheers Potter). So, yes, I was cold, and yes, I turned a little blue. But who cares; my shorts are awesome!

For an idea of other ways to work faux leather shorts check my outfits below (‘BLUE MOON’ and ‘MONOCHROME LOVES PINK’) and if you find yourself salivating over them click the pics to view my Polyvore for more information and links. How would you wear yours?

Beret happy girl

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We love short shorts!

Jumper – TOPSHOP £45/ Choker – ETSY £1.82/ Lipstick – ILLAMASQUA £16/ Earrings – BOTICCA £41/ Ring – ETSY £7.82/ Boots – DR. MARTENS £120/ Shorts – FOREVER 21 £16.75

Crop Top – TOPSHOP £2.50/ Necklace – ASOS £28/ Shorts – FOREVER 21 – £16.75/ Purse – LULU GUINNESS £75/ Shoes – ASOS £45/ Ring – MACY’S £13/ Palette – THE HUT £14

Just sitting in your pjs this Saturday? Not anymore! Welcome to vintage paradise…

Just a quick post for you gorgeous lot! I’m assuming this Saturday 12th many of you will be sitting in the monkey pj’s grandma bought you, curing that deadly hangover with a fry up and a cold shower. Well cuties, drag your fine asses out of bed and join me (yes, I’ll be there; I’m not square) and hundreds of others craving a rockin’ start to the weekend; South Bank Centre’s vintage car boot sale!

All you need to begin your trip down nostalgia lane is the £3 entry fee and an ability to have fun! Look forward to people selling vintage treasures from their Cadillacs, live entertainment to keep the booty shaking at a Beyonce minimum, vintage wagons selling saliva-inducing street food, a stylish mobile cocktail bar (five Cosmopolitans please, waiter!) and let’s not forget being surrounded by crowds of ridiculously trendy humans – the people watching will alone be worth it. If that doesn’t please you I don’t know what will. 

If you go let me know what you bought, so if I like it I can hunt you down and take it… no, I’m kidding. (No…I’m not).

(Also, if you see me crying sprawled on the floor at Waterloo station, no worries; I’m just mourning the loss of my overdraft).

South Bank Centre – Classic Car Boot Sale

Scary is the new sexy (if you’re wearing Black Milk that is!)

Halloween is creeping ever closer, and it’s time for the usual ‘umming’ and ‘ahhing’ (or in other words ripping your hair out with Hulk like strength) to find that perfect outfit for the one and only night of the year we can be excused for looking like we got the hoochie train from Hookerville (companion Miley Cyrus in tow) or like a roly-poly pumpkin plus two creepy peepholes for navigation.

But what about those of us who want a lil’ bit of this and lil’ bit of that? A nice in between, minus the exposed coochies and frumpy fancy dress, that we can wear all year round?

Fear not my fashion forward friends! Three words will solve your agonising dilemma: Black Milk Clothing

If you haven’t heard of BMC, where the hell have you been? Black Milk Clothing is geek-chic heaven, and the gates are open, ready and waiting baby! An absolute yum-fest of stand-out-from-the-crowd, sassy and scrumptious apparel, these collections are to die for. And, lucky for the masses of us searching for something different, they bring out a new collection every October filled with zombielicious designs, gorgeous fabrics and fabulously flattering shapes.  I personally have a huge crush on their leggings due to how versatile they are, but as far as I am concerned BMC make it easy-peasy as pie for us to get three for the price of one; novelty (for Halloween), trendy (for everyday) and full ass shaking sass (for the dance floor).

I’m lucky enough to have a mini wardrobe full of the stuff, hence the increasing use of the phrase ‘can’t come out tonight. One word. POOR’, but if you are currently a BMC virgin, extend your overdraft ASAP! These babies sell out like hot cakes (but probably don’t taste too great). From the creepy and crazy to the ridiculously cute, Harry Potter jerseys to Lord of the Rings leggings, Black Milk Clothing will be your new treat for October the 31st!

So, now I’ve proved that you no longer have to scour the charity shops for bits and bobs to make your Frankenstein monster of an outfit that you’ll throw away the day after, below are some more wonderful examples of clothing and accessories that can be worn on a daily basis as well as the days you want to fly on your broomstick. Scary is stylish, sexy and soooo this week!

Let me know what you’re wearing this Halloween and which BMC piece is your fave (if you can choose just one that is!)

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Black Milk Clothing Splatter Collection

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Black Milk Clothing Halloween Swimsuit Collection

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The Morticia Dress/Velvet Evil Skater Dress/Zombie Nation Leggings

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Muscles Leggings/Legolas Dress/Cheshire Cat Nana/Gryffindor Shooter/Psychedelic Sesame Leggings

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Lazy Oaf – Feline Fine Dress/Lazy Oaf – Kitty Titty Bralet

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Ivory Jar – Sparrow Skull Handpiece/Me and Zena – Revenge of the Eyeball Ring/Asos – Bat Clutch/Illamasqua – Repulse Lipgloss/BeHunnyBee – Cat Collar Tips

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Forever 21 – Bats and Cats Collection (In UK stores now)

Ex-bride of Frankenstein

Despite the horrifying wonders of Halloween in London, you know, the muggings, random verbal abuse and vulgar ‘wolf whistles’ from the men in the white creepy vans, I decided this year to spend Halloween in… drum roll please… TOKYO!! Yes TOKYO! The baby right at the top of my bucket list, my dream destination and a cracker of a people-watching spot for trends, fashion and out-of-this world style. Only downfall is what to wear?
A difficult decision, made more frustrating by the problem of luggage space (if I can fit in there why can’t 10 pairs of shoes?) So, pretending this is a world where Harry, Hermione and Ron are my best buds and can pull fifty-pound notes from their magic behinds with one flick of their wand, this is an outfit I have thrown together and plan to buy (in the magical world, not here!)
This is inspired by the idea that even Monsters have break ups, and when they do, it’s time to get up, get dressed and work that scientific sass on the dance floor. Mad scientist + monster divorce = one hell of an outfit!
Plenty more fish in the sea Bride of Frankie, plenty more fish in the sea.

Just a little intro (turned into waffling)

Knee deep in togs… more like drowning in them!

To clarify, togs is slang for clothes, just in case you were expecting pictures of trendy dogs or tap-dancing frogs. Sorry to disappoint all the animal lovers out there, but this blog is about the most beautiful love story in history, more tear jerking than the Notebook, more wonderful than Casablanca. This, my friends, is about my love affair… with fashion! Or more accurately my obsession, which regularly creates the tumbleweed blowing in my purse, causes mild blindness from the amount of time I spend on Asos and leaves my arms building bulk like Sylvester Stallone due to hours rummaging through thrift shops.

In the words of Julie blatantly-stole-my-hairstyle Andrews, these are a few of my favourite things:

1) Anything high wasted; gives you a booty Beyonce would be proud of  and instantly creates a vintage look.

2) Conversational blouses; I can’t say no to tiny humans chilling on my collar, like fashionable little borrowers.

3) The 1980s; the prints, the shoulder pads, the novelty cardigans. DELISH – minus the perm!

4) Horror t-shirts; horror is my other lover, my bit-on-the-side. So, expect visits from Jason, Michael and Freddy from time to time.

5) Quirky and novelty accessories. Think Lulu Guinness and Charlotte Olympia; Yes please with sprinkles!

6) Delicate gold coloured necklaces AND chunky ones too; one extreme to the other…

7) Jumpsuits & playsuits; Carrie Bradshaw passed this disease onto me through my childhood. No one does an all-in-one better!

8) Wearing too many rings; the more unique the better, whether it’s thumb or little finger.

9) Socks with shoes; perfect for living in I’m-not-going-to-work-it’s-too-cold London.

10) Number ten just had to be done for this list; who the hell stops at nine?

There will be the occasional posts on beauty (lipsticks galore), hair (despite my lack of it) and, more frequently, nails (since I have enough varnish to drown a family of hippos).

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do Ryan Gosling (VERY much indeed then?) and I will keep forcing my amateur photographers (mum, dad, brother and the local bin browser) to take moody photos of me attempting to pose in my favourite outfits.

Peace out

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