Jacket – Paul & Joe, Trousers & Clutch – ASOS, Bag – On loan from Mulberry, Shoes – Zara, Shirt – Gmarket

Being a blogger at LFW this season:

1. A girl attending to the ‘blogger queue’ types in Park & Q dot com and tells me in the most matter-of-fact tone that my blog doesn’t exist. After a flurry of failed ‘cube’ jokes the blog finally loads on the laptop and she scrubs her touchpad down the first page, skimming through posts that took 5 hours to put together. Then she nods, says ‘Yeah… I like it‘ and asks for my statistics. I get a Blogger Pass.

2. The security man at the BFC tent thumbs my pass and frowns. ‘Yes, you may run in and get a few,’ he says, ‘but the Vitamin Water bottles aren’t just for anybody, you know’. Later I present my ticket for a show, sponsored by Vitamin Water – he waves me in nonchalantly.

3. My ticket request is denied, the PR doesn’t seem to remember telling me how much they liked my 6-hour-design post of their previous season catwalk. I then receive a mass mail with a standing e-ticket the day before the show.

I’m grateful for the opportunity to experience wonderful design so up-close, and be a part of the ‘magical’ scene, but if this is the kind of attitude I should be expecting every season I’d rather be home sharing an amazing cafe I found the other day or five ways to wear the pair of heels that I otherwise would’ve shredded my foot in doing strangers favours of free publicity.

Thank you Kit for helping with the photos. (Here’s a video by Style it Light TV with the outfit!)

Wool Coat – Mum’s, Dress – Vintage, Shoes – Salvatore Ferragamo (via ebay), Leather top – Vintage Topshop, Bag – Candybag courtesy of Furla; Thank you Flora for the photos!

When I was young I wished I could sprinkle gummy-bears in my cereal, in my mind it would taste like… well, gummy-bears with milk – I’d say ‘the rainbow’ but I was also born with the sarcasm bone lodged snug in my brain. That bone only warrants me to smirk, but with me that’s the equivalent of bursting out in a Disney song in the street. At the sight of Furla’s Candy bags from SS11 I smirked, and the inner child in me did the whole discography of Disney. I think I will actually pour milk in the bag and drink out of it. Isn’t that a perfect ‘bread soup bowl’ logic or what.

So welcome to the garden party! Well, not strictly garden, but I promise there will be a party. I’ve got SIX Candybags (colour of your choice) to give out, isn’t Furla amazing, and here’s all you need to do: Follow me….

 

…. to a dark alley and see what I need from your wallet.
No.

That’s all. And please, don’t be super clever and leave multiple comments under different names, the web wasn’t born yesterday, there’s a simple way of knowing :)

Two bags will be given away to London & UK participants. Winners will be announced at the London Furla collection launch event in mid-April, to which everyone is invited (the party! 20% off, ‘spiked’ lemonade and DJs).

Four bags for the rest of the world!

Deadline for participating is 10th April 2011, 23:59 GMT

Here’s the voluntary somersault bit. Obviously Furla has so generously given six bags to be handed out, so it would be nice, out of respect but not requirement, to show support by liking their Facebook page.

I’m shamelessly attaching my own Facebook page and Twitter too, for the hours and hours I will dedicate in managing this giveaway just for the love for my readers.

Outfit 1: Sweater – mum’s Molton, Polo – Courtesy of Uniqlo, Pants – Gmarket, Shoes – New Look, Sunglasses – Urban Outfitters, Bag – Lithuania market; Outfit 2: Polo – Courtesy of Uniqlo, Pants – Zara, Gold T-bars – Topshop, Clutch – mum’s vintage

The fact that this polo shirt is the brightest of blue (and the fact that my forehead is basically a lightbulb) does not help the fact that this balcony faces a wall of cars waiting at the lights on the main road outside my house. For innate self-defence’s sake I guess the body pulled the I need to pee pose in order to make the outdoor cinema crowd to assume that I’m just standing on my balcony in front of a tripod because I truly do have to pee. In two different outfits.

This second polo of Uniqlooks was quite the challenge, which is worrying in itself because a few years ago I remember insisting on only wearing polo shirts. What does that say about my highschool fashion sense? I guess it doesn’t say much, other than douchebag.

White sheer blouse – Courtesy of AA, Leather skirt – Vintage, Knit coat – Topshop Unique, Shoes – Topshop, Bag & Belt – Courtesy of JHYoo

Just around the corner from Sloane Street where MCM Rain event took place, wee

Just a quick note, not mainly because it’s that time of month and general coherency for a grammatically sound paragraph is held hostage by dominatrix hormones, I’m off to Warsaw again on the 1st of February. I don’t mean to shift clouds around and cause polarbears to play Twister on broken icecaps, (ok that’s just a really sad image, sorry) but this time is the visa trip. If nature could so kindly provide me with a UK visa tree, I would cut down on my carbon footprint considerably… hello, any unloved frogs want to evolve into a tree? Although, it won’t be long till the UK government decides to chop them down to fuel the blowdryers they used to melt the snow at Heathrow airport a month ago.

Thank you Kit for the shots!

Jacket – Vintage; Cardigan & cashmere scarf – Uniqlo, Bag – Courtesy of Chanel, Shoes – H&M, Gloves – Dorothy Perkins #teenvogue

Thank you Macku for the photos!

Oh the joy of internet scandals… in one corner there’s a bloke blatantly copying the style and practices of another blogger, and in another corner there’s a blog of a major magazine with no apparent education on copyright and, well, human-to-human manners. (Read about it) It doesn’t really matter at what age you start exposing yourself to the internet and committing yourself into these small communities (blogging, in our case) but concerning the game rules there’s really not much to it. It’s not rocket science, or brain surgery, or knitting hair from your back – you take something from someone – a newspaper from their lawn or a JPG from a blog, you let them know and credit accordingly. Well, I mean, don’t take the newspaper and yell across the yard THIS NEWSPAPER IS FROM 23A. My point is, you learn this when you’re 3, so there’s really no excuse.

This reminds me: ‘TFS’ is not a source. If the image was a scan from Vogue Jan ’10 issue that was uploaded onto TFS, then the correct source is ‘Vogue Jan ’10 found on TFS’.