FOUR MORE DAYS...

Only four more days of pure line drawing, cardboard cutting, play-doh modelling, latex pouring, photoshop editing.... and I. will. be. frigging. free. from. this. frigging. project.
Ice lollies have proved to be amazing energy boosters for these occasions!
yummy yum yum.

I'm sorry... come again?!

Ok, hold on to whatever stable object is near you as I present the following:

Why must you do this Onkel Karl??? US$230 (around £115) for a pair of tights? I was very much ready to panic call every Chanel boutique in September to get my peasant mittens on these... £80 tops. £80 tops. Alas, the £80 have been thrown at my face. Rejection sucks.
I shall wait patiently for a high-street cheapo version... if they did it to the Prada socks, they can do it to these tights ...right?
Yet somehow... there's a little voice with a peculiar german-french accent telling me to go the extra £35 and get the real thing...

omg shoes.

For some reason, I find it harder to be criticized on a design that I know was half-done than a design that I put all my effort on. I guess it's because there's more to learn from the latter... and that I should know better than to present half-arsed work. Either way, enough pointless ranting.

Pretty shoes were made for a reason. Some people may say it's to put us in debt. I say it's to cheer us up whenever we put them on. Cheaper than therapy and faster effects.


While these ones haven't had an outing yet, they have been used quite a lot whenever I feel like adding a little bit of spring to my feet. (no puns intended). Add a cup of tea, some ice-cream and I'm as good as new. On to the next step. (this time: awful pun intended).

It has landed.

In all it's fluoro flowery glory, the elusive flowery prom dress has landed the Topshop website. Ironically enough... two months ago I would have run over to Topshop at midnight, forced the doors open with my T-square, raided their storage, left £100 quid and run away with the dress. Today... I just sit here in front of my laptop, look at the decent £50 tag, think "feh... can't be bovvered...." and scratch my belly.

ayayay steve madden!

Out had to come my spanish "ayayay dios mio!" when I laid eyes on the blatant copies of the Balenciaga FW07 shoe that Steve Madden has produced. Many complaints have been around the internets about the designer copying that sly Steve Madden has been up to. I never really thought much of it until my eyes settled on the "Bukled Bright Multi". A flamboyant bad copy it is, what with the awkward padding, weird dangling buckle on the back and just overall "hey, I'm better than nothing".

As if the poor shoe hadn't gone through enough suffering! I mean.. first came Beyonce who took all it's dignity away... and now this? I wanted these shoes badly when they came out, but with a £2000-ish tag (supposedly went down to £700?) ... I had to refrain. I still talked about them night and day to my friends. I would look over and over at it's pics on style.com... So, as much as I dislike the copy, there's a part of me listening to the SM shoe saying "oh come on babes, I ain't as good as Bal but I'm the only single guy left around and we all know you're lonely so gimme a try eh"....ayayay dios mio.

UPDATE:
"que carajo..?!" came out of my mouth when I found this abomination:
Balenciaga shoe, I know you must be going through some hard times, call me. Let's talk, let me hold you...

Yada yada yada

Between the alternation of spring cleaning and my self-made ArchiCAD crash learning course (nightmare) I did some flipping through my fashion inspiration file.

What stood out the most was the exagerately flared jeans. Unfortunately the only time I tried one of these on was with a friend who went to great lenghts in order to make me think that "these are butch lesbian trousers and as such should never ever eeeeever be worn yada yada". I shall buy these from Topshop, bring out whatever "butch lesbian" I have inside and wear them proudly with my Peacocks wedges (a copy of some Marc by MJ ones) or Miu Miu heels.

Another thing from the files was the bottom left pic of the girl in the denim bustier and sheer cardigan. I own a floral denim bustier which I always wore on top of a t-shirt since it was quite revealing... it had never occured to my marshmallow brain to layer it UNDER something... doh.

Alas, it is back to the ArchiCAD crash learning course and all dreams of 70s style frolicking must be swallowed up by 3D buildings... ugh.

Spring-cleaning story-telling

Back in my youthful days, I took a lot of pride in the fact that I could remember the origin of all of my toys. From which store they were bought to how I came to like them and the such. My deluded self had hopes that I would re-sell them when I was older and become a millionaire so I could buy one of those barbie cars for kids. My greedy dreams were crushed when my mother decided to give all my toys to my cousins.

I still have the same kind of obsession with attaching a story to the items I own. Today's spring cleaning was geared towards the accesories and there were a few things that even though no longer worn, have too much of a story to be thrown away.


The first necklace is made with some beads I got on a trip to Japan. The beads came in a bag along with other random ones. I always had hopes of making many things with them but never got to it since I'm a terrible procrastinator. On one of her cleaning frenzies, my mum decided to just make random necklaces with them so they wouldn't "go to waste". Out of the many she made, I brought this one for some reason I can't really remember... maybe because the others reminded me of frankenstein.
The second necklace doesn't have much sentimental value but is is special. It's made with a peruvian seed called Huayruro. There's a tradition in Peru where a bracelet made with one of these seeds and a little metal charm in the shape of a baby is put around a new-born's wrist so he won't be vulnerable to evil. Not many people do it nowadays.
The third necklace/bracelet is also traditionally peruvian. It was my favourite necklace when I was 18 and I would wear it EVERYWHERE.
The last one is from a backpacking trip to Thailand (I know, how cliche). I got many random bits of jewellery on that trip but this one I would wear all the time with a Paul Frank t-shirt, those thai fisherman trousers favoured by backpackers (again, how cliche) and a battered pair of Adidas trainers.


The first scarf was knitted by my mom before I came to uni in the "so so cold" UK, and is the true example of a family curse where us the females get too excited and add as much crap as we can to our crafts. I do wear this scarf every once in a while, mainly because my mum stopped knitting things for me when I was around 5 (I think she couldn't be bothered to knit big jumpers) and her knitting something for 19-year-old me was a. big. deal.
The second scarf was made by my perfectionist best friend. This simple-looking scarf cost her blood, sweat and tears. If a row was 0.0001mm thinner than the others, she would get pissed off and redo the whole thing. While she could have spent max 3 hours on this, she ended up spending over a week or so. In her words, she wanted me to not find a better scarf than this one in the UK. She also recognizes it was her way of dealing with her fear that I would replace her. Alas, I have not.