(GRAN)KNEE GRAZING SKIRTS

Apologies for the lack of posting - life has been rather chaotic since fashion week. I promise I'll still do a proper blog post on it when everything has settled down somewhat. Sadly, I am without a camera at the moment (save for my iPod) so outfit pictures and lardydarrs will have to wait until I or a housemate has invested in one. In other news I have a lovely new job with lovely new people so I can still pretend I'm not a poor student by treating myself to cocktails and indulging my current obsession with tartan. A-line, midi-ish granny skirt? Err, yes! I feel it's slightly too soon to be embracing spring/summer trends, even if I am still daydreaming about Issa London prints and Nicole Farhi cuts. Yet despite this, I feel I've received a sign from God - surely my beloved and bang-on-trend-nine-months-in-advance leather trousers would not have ripped in an unsalvageable place if fetish was still raving. I know the magz are still plugging all that, but though I adored those trousers (RIP), I can't help feeling autumn/winter is going beyond pleather. Bit too predictable and all that. Especially as this unfortunate event happened seconds after my arrival back in Hull. Winter is too long for one 'trend' to be the focus, I'm done with the whole leather situation; there are better avenues to explore. Such as pensioner-chic. Yar? Yar. So in that round about way, I am mucho looking forward to blitzing round campus in knee grazing tartan, loafers and shiny slick loose jumpers. Knitting needles and wild hair in tow.

THE REAL BLOG SPOT

So, here I am - Somerset House foyer, making full use of their impressive laptop space. Grown, presumably from the uprising of press bloggers, this a pretty inspired enjoyable working area that I probably should have employed earlier. However, less of the facilities and more of the fashion! In brief, en bref, etc., the first few shows were a brilliant experience. The lights at Corrie Nielsen make the models disappear, ghost like, in my poorly captured photos, but in the show space they were beautiful. Good job I'm returning to the Old Sorting Office this evening for the EXIT and Adidas party. VFS did not fail to deliver with Blow's Ones to Watch, which despite the inevitable delay was worth keeping ones eyes open for. Leutton Postle, similarly, worked with uninhibited textures and a keen sense of rugged detail. 

Yet one of the highlights of the day certainly has to be lounging around the courtyard doing some serious people watching. The outfits were fantastic, bizarre and completely set the bar for the coming few days. My celebrity spotting leaves something to be desired it seems and although I just about recognised Nicola Roberts and various model-TV stars, apparently I fail to know the tall blonde that just created a storm of photographers and flash bulbs. Oh well, always tomorrow. 

That, for the moment, is a brief summary of the first day of LFW for me. I must admit, it's been a nice pace. Anyway, must dash and ta-ta for now mes cheries, more soon including street-snapping escapades and being harassed for my Primani shoes!

A ROAD LESS TRAVELLED

On the eve of another trip to London it is becoming increasingly apparent that this road is in fact becoming more travelled. Not that I'm complaining, despite the pretty horrendous four and a half hour journey down. I still maintain the hope that one day it will be less of a trek as I will live there, each of my stays adding a little to this long established aspiration. Perhaps it's the country bumpkin in me being dazzled by big city lights, but I'd like to think I've not been completely blinded. This coming trip for work (and immense pleasure) will provide more insight I hope. Roll on London Fashion Week and all it has to offer. Blog posts will be sparse, if any, until next week depending on necessary Internet access. Until then, adios!

LFW AKA OMG-W

Finally everything is moved in and there is a bit of a glow about the place - although that may be down to my many bizarrely shaped lamps. Not long to enjoy though it though, as guess what folks, I'm off to London to do some fashion week coverage for the very lovely people at modacycle.com and modacycle.de. Hopefully I'll see some fabulous shows, meet fabulous people, do fabulous things and all in all wear fabulous clothes. I am looking forward to going a bit crazy on the clothing front, because you know what - IT'S ALLOWED! Needless to say, I am rather excited -if I was on tumblr there would be some dancing cat jif or whatevarr here- despite being an obvious newbie again, complete with awestruck face. Must remember: BE COOL. Or failing that, at least composed.

P.S With any luck I'll find someone to document progressive outfit changes and shenanigans over the next week. WARNING: my 7 yr old cousin might be weilding the camera.

MOVING

Booming headache, so what do I decide to do? Stare at a computer screen and blog away. I can feel my retinas squirming in distress and the words are going a little fuzzy, but oh well. The last few days have been... frustrating... on so many different levels, although hopefully this will be rectified in the coming future. In the mean time, the process of moving into my new *cough* student house has begun. Somehow I managed to secure not only the biggest but also the brightest room with the most fantastic bay windows. In all honesty, I've totally Laura Ashley-ed the place, spicing it up with some kahoookyness, but the key elements are there: cream curtains, rose covered duvet set, floral boxes for my shoes. I'm kind of relishing this new-found girly side. Somehow I've managed to sectionise it; my fashionette corner with a stack of various FASHION MAGAZINES Bete Noire just to keep things literary minded. Then there is the beloved desk space, set in an old fireplace with books along the mantelpiece and stuff. That's more a visual situation, so pictures shall definitely follow. And then. La gloire de la chambre - my free standing wardrobe bit. Which, when all of my favourite pieces are fighting out, will look pretty spectacular. I hope. If not, the exclamatory '?!*' wooden wall bricks I've purchased will perk it up a bit. Again, pictures of this vision are probably necessary. So yes, moving back, minimal clothes chez moi and zero magazines left in Cheshire. At least they're all stacked, neatly, in order like this. I never realised I was so pedantic.

THE AWKWARD MOMENT WHEN...

... one completely 'abandons' one's blog. Apologies to the nil readership, I don't even have a viable excuse. I have simply been going through an incredibly lazy patch. And of course, when I did decide to metaphorically pick up the pen and begin to type, the internet was cut off. Five days sans wi-fi and I remain to tell the tale. Yet this is all boring information. I have MUCH better news to divulge, but ah, not yet. When -if- all is set in the most concrete of stones I shall elaborate. Possibly pictorially. With hand gestures. And crazy hair. Which has sadly re-grown to its usual chaos since my seemingly empty promises of salon coiffed perfection.

For now though, let's put a smashing fashionette spin on this terribly constructed return to blogging. I intend for my life to get far more exciting, but for the moment here are a few garments that my feelers are gravitating me towards. I am:

1) Loafing in loafers. Sueded, slightly upturning flat blacks with a spot of leopard print inside. I feel slightly Aladdin-like when I wear them, a comparison my sister immediately drew. Yay or nay, I don't really care, they look pretty damn good with everything.

2) Slipping on slippers. No, I'm not joking, or wishing to make use of a fantastically witty pun. Genuinely, I have just invested in the most heavenly slippers. So, watch this space, I'm not going to give anymore away as they deserve a bit of a fanfare and photoshoot. Wait with baited breath until one of my siblings returns with a camera, a cruddy Blackberry photo will not do justice. Plus I still don't know how to upload them...

3) Jeaned up. Noir style. Everyone's bringing out their inner fetish - right? Sadly I also played the leather game, back in Spring sometime. While I remain slavishly devoted to my leather trousers, I'm feeling a branch out, taking it down a peg or three and returning to restrictive roots: black skinny jeans. Yeah, Moss did it way back, yeah they're more rock-age than bondage. But whatever, I can get away with chucking on sequin boleros AND my beauts dip-backed gold shirt. Cheshire just couldn't handle that with pleather I fear. However, I'll be mot(d)acylcing up my leathers on location in a few weeks time perhaps. Take what you want from that hint, you ain't getting any more.

COUSIN IT

Time for the annual hair cut. The mane has become pretty uncontrollable so I thought I'd manipulate this one last time. Usually I can genuinely roll out from my duvet and go as the bed-head look seems to manifest itself whatever I do, but as of tomorrow I'll probably actually have to make an effort. Ah, grooming; I'm almost looking forward to when I can revert back to the 'why bother' notion. I'll upload some pictures of the new 'do once I get over sulking at my lack of hair-fuzz and realise that I can now lift my head properly. So long face-coverage worthy of Cousin It.

Again, photography courtesy of bro.