This is all I’m planning to wear today. I’ll accessorise with a wide-brimmed hat, sunscreen and a good book. Viva Italia. Oh, and before I forget, happy birthday, beautiful! *** You might...
For Lent this year I gave up alcohol, processed sugar, dairy and anything with a smidge of gluten. It was a big ask, but my body was crying out for a change. I felt bloated and tired all the time. So...
Donna Ida – friend, compatriot and fashion business legend – is running a brilliant feature on her blog in the lead up to this weekend’s Queen’s Jubilee: What would you do if ...
I’m not sure I really know what perfect means. I like things to be a little bruised. A little battered. A little used. I can give or take pristine and clean. Though I do appreciate minimalism. ...
As it’s only a matter of days before I perform a punishing annual pilgrimage to the mothership (AKA Sydney, Australia), I’m spending a few hours cribbing on Antipodean brands. There’...
Love summer. Love knits. Here they are in Vogue Paris, all snug as a bug. More fashion here and here. Images via Studded Hearts. Follow i am not a celebrity//twitter//facebook// bloglovin//tumblr//pin...
London’s burning. Sun’s a-scorching. I’m keeping it simple. Just like Kaitlyn. More style inspiration here and here. Image courtesy of Modern Legacy. Follow i am not a celebrity//tw...
Who doesn’t love a bit of Portuguese prep seasoned with a hot male model? Way to go, Sacoor brothers. More pics and info here. (Londoners may be happy to know Sacoor Brothers have a new store i...
I’ve fallen into Mel Kadel‘s world. Sweet. Sinister. Strange. More info and drawings here. More illustration here and here. Images courtesy of Mel Kadel. Follow i am not a celebrity//twit...
Last night I went to see the Royal Ballet at the Royal Opera House. It was a double bill of two classics (Ballo Dello Regina and La Sylphide). To be honest, I much prefer the modern stuff (Carbon Lif...
I’m finishing off a book proposal, polishing a memoir and rewriting my novel this week. AKA I’m lost for words. The pics will have to speak for themselves. 1. Leather. 2. Meow. 3. Angelic...
What is it with boys and trains? And I’m just not talking extreme cases such as the Anoraks that congregate at the end of Clapham Junction platforms, waterproof notebook and special pencil in h...
It’s been a while since I’ve publicly sung the praises of Canadian cobbler Tracey Neuls and her beautiful shoes. With these photographs by Uli Schade, however, the time is just right. So,...
I know it’s tempting the wrath of the fashion goddesses, but I’m really not into pastels. They’re too wishy-washy-little-girly-bleuc h for me. On Nastya Kusakina – shot by Jens...
All’s well in this neck of the bush. Especially now that I’m back on track. 1. I adore these Vivienne Westwood shoes via Helen Glory. 2. I need a Kasper Pyndt print on my wall (via We and...
It’s opera again tonight. Standing in the balconies requires something simple. Like these Jenni Kayne trousers. And the knit too. The sunnies, though, are a no-no. La Boheme is dark enough. Mor...
When we lived in Cameroon, we spent a lot of time in the car, skittling gun-weilding police at roadblocks, heading to the black sand beaches at Limbe or my French teacher’s beach hut in Kribi. ...
I’m a-time-travelling. It’s 2009. I’m acting Shopping Ed for Time Out Dubai. Vivienne Westwood announces she’s opening up an eponymous boutique at a new mall. I ask for an int...
This is what I’m going for today. Right down to the sticky-outy hair. More style inspiration here and here. Image via StreetFSN. Follow i am not a celebrity//twitter//facebook// bloglovin//tumbl...
I used to speak Japanese. That was, of course, until French and almost two decades planted themselves in the way. One word I do remember, however, is hanabi. It’s literal translation is fire fl...
I know it’s Wednesday, but I have an excuse. I’m late because I was hanging out here. It was time for birthday shenanigans, malarkeys and capers. I tried to sort out things for yesterday,...
I cannot think of an outfit I would rather be wearing today than this. I know in all those style/make-over/make-girls-cry -then-feel-better-about-themse lves shows, uttering the C-word is akin to funne...
A couple of days ago, legendary Cape Town emporium Merchants on Long sprouted a pop-up shop in legendary Chelsea emporium the Shop at Bluebird. As you can probably conjure, I was all abuzz and aflutt...
A friend the other day asked me why I don’t write about books on the blog. Well, I said… While I was writing the novel and studying for my MA, I lost my lifelong love of reading. At the t...
This is my favourite editorial since this one. I’m high for the hot life. Sand burning your feet. Sun burning your skin. Eyes cracking beneath shards of light. And the camel pants and brogues t...
My arms were 20 years sober. It’s all The Man Repeller‘s fault. Leandra’s bleedin‘ arm soirees have me decorating my once happily naked wrists with all sorts of paraphernalia....
I was a late to kneel before the We Are Handsome alter, but my devotion since has been unwavering (not least because of its Antipodean roots). And, while it’s still coldish and tres rainy in Lo...
Lilli Waters‘ photography project She Raw is brimming with inner and outer pulchritude. For a little while now, she’s been snapping women in the crevices and crannies between reality and ...
Here’s some quirk love for Abbey Lee Kershaw. Get it while it’s tres caliente. More info and pics here. More fashion here and here. Images via FGR. Follow i am not a celebrity//twitter//f...
… and a few other beautiful, inspiring and wonderful bobs and bits I’ve right-clicked on this week. 1. Erin Wasson for Zadig & Voltaire via The Electric. Oldie. Goodie. 2. Bring it, F...
You are no longer following . Undo?
English
Suomi
Svenska