Vote for Change.

Right, this is really starting to piss me off. I can understand that perhaps a high street shopper from Wales (no offense, Wales) might be forgiven for wearing something nearly a year out of date, but can I please politely request that the fashion lot stop wearing leather look leggings. It's not that I'm a trend snob, it's just that you have a job to do and just as a banker wouldn't wear a Burtons suit (or so one would sincerely hope), we should not be trotting round in our skin-tight black sheen. Consider this a written warning, please stop it now.

Love you, miss you.

(Must blog more)

LAURA DO YOUR DISSERTATION.

IT MISSES YOU.

X

(Miss you, love you)

McQueen.

[sings] 

Isn't he lovely, isn't he won-der-ful...la la la la la

Miss you, love you.

Orange, yeah.

Alright you lovelies.

Orange. Why not?

It's time to reconnect with that orange obsession you had when you were about eight (no? just us?...we won't tell you about the orange jeans then)

We prefer these two beautiful catwalk looks.

Left: Tory Burch
Right: Meadham Kirchhoff











Have just ordered these from ye olde Topshop:

As can't possibly afford, nor justify, this:

Miss you, love you.

Eternal Sunshine of Ms. Winslet

So, we're going to ignore the Christmas blip and get right on.

The February issues are already upon us. Kate is DEVINE. Fact.
...and not the Moss one. No, the titanic one:

The shoot wasn't amazing as such, but we love 'er so we won't dwell on it. More exciting is the reason she's in there.

Cannot. Wait.

x

(Miss you, love you.)