Not really. The post looked crap without a picture so thought I'd put a random hipstamatic up.
While I'm on a music related post....my mother's boyfriend informed me yesterday that he once went to a party at Bonnie Tyler's house. No way? Yes way.
As previously mentioned, Lanvin ♥ H&M is going on sale in the USA tomorrow and in the UK on Tuesday. Unfortunately for me the nearest H&M store selling the collection is Birmingham, which sucks for my wardrobe but is brilliant for my bank account. I'm just going to have to lust over the items online and watch this promotional video for what might be the 23rd time.
I love it, it's like a Parisian film noir version of The Shining. With an improved costume department. And an incongruous abundance of sunglasses.
Which I would really like to own.
Even though it's winter.
And people who wear sunglasses in winter are kooks.
Well, maybe we can all make an exception for these sunglasses.
Also, please will somebody get me this dress?
Yes I could get it myself online but I can't be bothered to go through the rigmarole of a crashing server and erratically clicking refresh, REFRESH, REFRESH.
Plus I've lost my cash card again....
Cue gratuitous picture of Lanvin ♥ H&M dresses as a distraction from my general crapness with possessions : )
I was going to post about how excited I am about the Lanvin ♥ H&M collection which hits the shops on Saturday. Or Lahnvahhhhhn according to Elle Magazine's Joe Zee (you might recognise him from that stellar reality TV show The City).
But then my mother came home from a day out at a Swansea hotel for some posh event (yeah I know, posh + Swansea is about as oxymoronic as Cheryl Cole + talented singer) and told me that she had just been in the same room as Bonnie Tyler. Cue me shrieking (once) and then wondering what in the name of shoulder pads is Bonnie Tyler doing in Swansea?
Well, apparently she’s from there and she lives there. Everything makes sense to me now. I’ve always had a soft spot for Bonnie but had refrained from admitting this too much because I’d already filled up my guilty pleasure quota with other some other naff Welsh legends. This Welshness was important because then I could kid myself that listening to Tom Jones was part of my cultural heritage and was actually very necessary if I wanted to stay true to my roots.
But now everything has changed and I can embrace Bonnie Tyler on a daily basis, something I used to have to limit only to when drunk (Bonnie is the best when you're drunk). This new found expression of love isn't just because she’s Welsh, but because earlier on today she apparently walked into that aforementioned hotel bar in Swansea and declared:
‘It’s like being in Sex And The City in here, isn’t iiiiiit?’
Which is as about as brilliant as this song:
The misspelt lyrics and general crapness of this video adds to the classic naffness that is Bonnie Tyler. Plus Sony won't let me embed the official video. If anyone wants to join me in stalking Bonnie in Swansea, let me know. xoxo fellow Bonnie fans.
Stewart Lee eloquently explaining what I didn't even realise I had been thinking. I especially agree with him on the pressure in society to conform to capitalist principles - currently feeling this a lot. Especially the onus to GET A JOB! ANY JOB! NOW!
Finally watched Swansea Love Story on the VBS internet channel after reading a post on internet as the medium of the future for socialist films. It's just a tad harrowing so I had to try to take my mind of it by reading Valley of the Dolls. I forgot that Valley of The Dolls dresses itself up as a glitzy text about fast Hollywood living but is actually about three women's addiction to pills and their ensuing downfall (the 'dolls' in the novel are the sleeping and slimming pills that were rife amongst American stars during the time the novel is set in). It didn't quite give me the escapism from the film since it's also about drug abuse and the vicious cycle of lives controlled by addiction.
I then decided to embrace my inner airhead and researched pink typewriters instead. This wasn't entirely random; I read in the Valley of The Dolls introduction by Julie Burchill that Jacqueline Susann wrote the bestselling novel on one, and I just thought that was just about the epitome of mindless kitsch and probably what I need in my life right now. I found some on ebay but they're all in America and the prices are a bit steep...
Ok, still can't stop thinking about Swansea Love Story. I feel just like I did after watching Requiem For A Dream. Although probably not as bad as my old housemate and her boyfriend did after their spontaneous viewing of it. They're both still scarred after borrowing the DVD from my room thinking it was a rom com.
So with total trepidation, here's Swansea Love Story's trailer, for your viewing (dis)pleasure:
Let me know your thoughts if you end up watching the film. It's incredible and definitely worth watching, just ever so slightly depressing. You can find it on VBS.
I'm already being very lax with this blog. I do have an excuse though, I've been doing work experience at More magazine all week. I got the opportunity last minute and before I knew it I was wandering around Covent Garden trying to find A and J shaped helium balloons for a photoshoot with Alan and Jimmy Carr. (I didn't succeed, I managed to get completely lost, and I didn't get to meet them).
I did come across Neal's Yard while taking a wrong turning, a bohemian-style square in the middle of Covent Garden that I want to go back to in the summer to drink iced tea and pretend to be in an Italian piazza. It's painted in sunny colours and has random signs on the walls like the one to the right. I love that you can get lost in London and discover so many interesting things. You could never get bored.
This week's made me so much more determined to eventually work in fashion media. This means that I'll probably have to work for free for the next year or so before actually achieving a paid wage for my services. Not quite sure how I'm meant to manage that?? It goes against the grain, that you'd have to work for free in order to eventually work to get paid. There's a very fine line between 'work experience' and 'working for free'. The journalism industry goes so far over the line that the line becomes entirely invisible. Unfortunately competition for jobs makes this a reality when applying to work in an industry which offers perks.
Alexa Chung started the bag-naming trend after the eponymous 'Alexa' at Mulberry. Oliver Bonas quaintly indulges in this trend by naming its bags after its store managers. Cute!
This bag is called the 'Carly' bag after my dear cousin Miss Jones. I think this means that she now has It Girl status and should start living up to this by demanding free stuff for her relatives...
Maybe she could start with this bag? Then I can carry around a little bit of Carly everywhere I go. (I'm hoping obsequious cuteness will get me everywhere. Or at least will get me a free bag.)
