Saturday, 29 May 2010

Babelcute: Kimono

Akinasu wa yome ni kuwasuna

I am what is known as a Changed Lady. Since January I've been going through a development
that started with Lolita, briefly near Hime Gyaru, through Dolly Kei, onto Mori, and then spread out into God Knows What. I love so many different fashions from Japan, but I'm also branching into more high fashion, and I'm becoming interested in Paris fashions right now...(but that's not the point).

For those who are not particularly interested in fashion any further East than New York, any mention of 'Japanese fashion' often conjures up a mental image of a Geisha, which is not quite what we're about.
But maybe we should be taking the hint...

Kimonos graced the pages of the W*C summer catalogue (thanks to Moments Like Diamonds for the information, check out the post here), and have similarly been on the radar of high fashion...

Alexander McQueen: Royal Kimono from the fall 2010 collection

Again from McQueen, a new approach on the traditional Geisha shoe (ok, so it's not a Kimono, but they're freaking awesome)

Wafrica: Japan + Africa = Ultimate multiculturalism (yay!)

Curly Collection: Pop art colours make for an adorable Kimono look

How to get your fix...

subtly: The Furies - Black Cropped Kimono Shirt

unashamedly: Bodyline - Yukata L053

Want to know what the quote for this post means?

Don't let your daughter-in-law eat your autumn eggplants....

Friday, 21 May 2010

Fashion Show

Bravery never goes out of fashion.

Wednesday 19th and Thursday 20th of May saw the students of the Polyvalente des Baies, sec 5, parading around, doing ridiculous poses and generally having a hilarious night. Yes, we had a fashion show, and a jolly good one at that. I modeled for two shops, 33/45 and a local costumière.
Of course, all us models were upstaged by Québec's answer to the Backstreet Boys.

33/45 kit with HCD's ninja resident

Carmen Miranda meets Captain Hook from Lili LaBelle, with HCD's Alexe
(Kindly photobombed by Catherine)

Which Backstreet Boy is gay...?

Babelcute: Nom Nom Nom Necklaces

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

Every seven year old girl throughout the nineties knew that the very height of practical fashion lay with the Candy Necklace. Both adorable and delicious (it goes with everything daaahling) no party dress was complete without one. However, the nineties passed us, as have the noughties, and with that elapse of time we’ve come to notice some flaws. For example, we now know that we cannot resist from have a nibble within the first ten minutes of donning the necklace. Of course, it looks odd when your accessories are half eaten, so you absolutely have to finish. So what are you left with? Mangled elastic jewelery, a train of sticky spit on your dress (dry clean only? Don't even think about it) and a rather serious sugar high. How bubble bursting.
Luckily, us grown up ladies (for that is what we are now) have been provided with another option.

Betsey Johnson: You cannot go wrong here. Sweet or savory, necklace or bracelet, I assure you you'll find something to love. My personal favourites are the Swiss cheese necklace and picnic charm bracelet.

Aldo: A healthy option!

Forever 21: Strawberries, apples and pears...oh my!

Fredflare: This adorable ring is genuinely finger lickin' good.

And finally from Fredflare, my absolute favourite of the bunch!

Is it weird that my lunch choice for the day was inspired by earrings?...I think not.

Sunday, 16 May 2010

Thirteenth Fan!

Whereupon, at the tender age of thirteen, I set upon the path of playing nothing but hookers.

It's so good to see a new face on the block...well. Not quite a face. A shoe. And an entirely adorable shoe at that.
So a warm Happy Cup Day welcome to the fairly anonymous L-Ro!

If anyone (I'm mainly talking to L-Ro now..) can give me any more information, I'd be grateful (:

Babelcute: Sick Chic

A family is a unit composed not only of children but of men, women, an occasional animal, and the common cold.

And you thought your cold had gone with the winter?
The sniffles are back with a vengeance. The constant flicking between wet-an'-windy Spring, and almost Summer sunny days means most of us have caught a cold (me included...sniff, cough, curl up and die). Of course, only the most fashionable of the elite can pull of this trend with panache.
So here's how to work Sick Chic.

Please note: if you aren't fashion forward enough to have caught a cold, drinking too much tequila or eating questionable shellfish will also do the trick.

How I do It:
A better way of doing it:

Work your inner Marilyn, and look gorgeous without your make up.

Make like a catwalk queen and venture out in public in your fabulous pyjamas (Ashish AW10)

Time for a cat nap! (Find it here)

You need sleep! I don't think you'd need telling twice with these adorable Tokidoki pillow cases...

If all else fails and you're still feeling miserable, deny all knowledge of attempting to be chic, assume the foetal position under the covers and hibernate until you feel better.

Thursday, 6 May 2010


Yay :D

Emily Jane, right now

We hope the "real" person behind the words will be revealed as ignominiously as a shapeless snail without its shapely shell.

It is 12:39 AM.
I am in the basement, using the newly fixed computer. It has an overly massive screen for some reason. And blogspot doesn't work the same way, which means I spent half an hour after finishing my last post just trying to organise the photos, then I gave up.
I am catching up on HCD between looking at election results and feeling nervous.
My hair is freshly dyed, but I'm letting it air dry so I'm not sure what colour it is. More orange than red by the looks of things.
I am drinking caffeinated green tea with mint and resisting the temptation to go make strawberry jelly.
My brain is fuzzy from a seriously long day of end of year French writing exams, election results and jogging.
I spent many dollars today on lovely smelling products, including a moisturiser that makes me smell like a giant, walking, talking (blogging!) blob of marzipan.
The heating is off. My hands are cold.

Only 130 seats left to go...

New York "Coordinates"

Sometimes the more you think about an outfit, the worse it gets

Coordinates goes in inverted commas because, frankly, I didn't put thhaaat much thought into what I was wearing...practicality rules! I didn't specifically take any photos of my outfits, so some of these are a bit dodgy (:

So for the 16 hour journey I went for 'very comfortable yet bright'. I picked up the nickname of 'Miss Coloré' (Miss Colourful).
I Love NY: Times Square (2XXL, shoulders cut)
Leggings: Topshop
Jacket: Eclipse
Slippers (out of shot): Prossy

Change of clothes in a bathroom somewhere near the border...clearly my nickname stuck (:
Dress: Topshop
Cardie: Primark with Beatrix Potter buttons
Trainers: Babycham from Schuh
Head bow: Gift (:
Bag: Thrifted
Bottle carrier: India
Glasses: Specsavers

So this may not be the best photo of my outfit, but Ginger Spice just got replaced, and this was one of the highlights of my LIFE.
Dress: Stitches
Socks: Dollarama
Shoes (out of shot): Batman Converse from Office
Head band: Ardene
Union Jack Scarf (attached to bag, hiding behind Pret a Manger doggy bag): River Island

My last day coordinate was something I bought in New York, which will be featured in an upcoming post :D

For coming home (another 16 hours on a bus) I went for 'I was just in New York, incase you didn't know...and I'm tired'.

Hoodie: Steps, Pier 17, NY
Nightie: Wal Mart
PJ bottoms: Primark

Monday, 3 May 2010

Birthday Highlights

I am a very lucky person.
I am also a very grateful person.

Be warned; this is a bit long...

My 18th birthday was excellent fun. I popped hydrogen balloons, ate pie and had Happy Birthday sung to me at least ten English as well as French.

I'd love to take the time here to write about each present I received, say my thanks yous, give my comments, but I'll save that for my thank you notes (they are coming, just give me time!). I don't ever really make a birthday list. I just drop hints as to things I'd like. So imagine my delight when my friends and family keep hold of these clues, sometimes for months, and then choose a gift according to this sliver of information. The time, effort and soul that goes into everything makes my presents absolutely priceless. From training shoes and sleep masks, through spending money and rainbow scarves, to interesting books and mouth painted cards, they're all appreciated, they're all kind, and they're all perfect.

I will, however, ­­'brush' over the Red Cross Birthday Box I received from my immediate family. I sat on my bed saturday afternoon with my presents laid out before me, labelled 1-18 (I didn't get the significance of that straight away - bravo Emily Jane). Each tag had a personal comment or clue. I was in aawwweee.
I will never be able to thank my family (including Zoe, of course) enough for these gifts. My mother being the catalyst behind the operation deserves a lot of praise. I'm sitting trying to find the words to express my gratitude, but minutes pass without my pen hitting paper; I am physically not able to give voice to how opening them made me feel. Delighted. Inspired. Emotional! The only feedback that I've given to my mum so far was over the phone, and she was in a rush.
'It was like a Happy Cup Day orgasm.'
You see, mummy Emily Jane appears to have absorbed Happy Cup Day by some sort of freaky cyber osmosis.
Does it help that she's the editor? No doubt.