Sunday, 27 March 2011


The perfect Sunday afternoon film! Really recommend it.

Flare Path at the Haymarket Theatre

Sienna Miller and Sheridan Smith in the shabby, vintage hotel lobby, where the WW2 Flare Path is set. Not unbelievably moving but it is a really funny production, as well as compassionate and heart breaking (as Sheridan Smith's character bravely waits for her Polish husband to return and reads a letter he wrote for her in French) it highlights the closeness of death as all times during the war as bombers fly overhead.   
The Haymarket is beautiful too:

Friday, 25 March 2011

Pick Me Up

Such a brilliant exhibition on at Somerset House. Absolute must for anyone interested in graphic design. Or anyone who likes bright colours for that matter. 
Very inspiring indeed.

Thursday, 24 March 2011

I Totally Heart London

I say yes to Sunshine / Spring / Somerset House

Outfit Ideas

So confused by the weather so thankfully Wildfox have some warm summerish layering outfit ideas
Images: ilovewildfox

Monday, 21 March 2011


Ah summer ou est tu?

Sunday, 20 March 2011

"With my eyes to the past I walk backwards into the future," Yohji Yamamoto

Yohji Yamamoto / V& A / Alice / Tambo / Matcha Frappe / Chicken Katsu Curry / New Jeans / Sunny Olympia 
In awe of the exhibition. What an amazing artist and designer he is - from Haute Couture to his Y-3 collab with adidas, to Madness appearing at the start of his exhibition. All playful and with humour and all so astonishingly diverse. After he finished his law degree he went on to study fashion design and followed in his Mother's footsteps, as a seamstress, working and living in a red light district of Tokyo. His Mother attended the launch of the exhibition at the V&A, his Father was conscripted and killed, his remains were never returned to them. He describes black as modest and arrogant, hardly ever dresses his models in heels and says:
"When I began to make clothing, my single thought was to have women wear what was thought of as men's clothing. In those days, Japanese women wore, as matter of course, imported feminine clothing, and I simply detested that fact." His mother's own wardrobe also played its part. "She wore nothing but black mourning clothes and I would watch as the hem of her skirt fluttered."
"I think perfection is ugly," he once said. "Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see the scars, failure, disorder, distortion. If I can feel those things in work by others, then I like them. Perfection is a kind of order, like overall harmony and so on. They are things someone forces onto something. A free human being doesn't desire such things."