Sunday

 

It took a lot of effort to drag myself out of bed today. I am home alone and there is nothing but my tummy rumbles to tempt me away from trying to form an opinion on the Mark Ronson designed trainers for Gucci. 

The music is awful. Similar to that of an eighties adult film. It doesn't scream cutting edge or fashionable or eye catching or anything that would appeal to anyone else but a hardcore Gucci lover or anyone under the age of 30. I suppose I think of Mark Ronson as 'cool' maybe and the way his 'designs' have been promoted etc is not. 

This is old news I know.

But reading about it on Dazed Digital produced the same lukewarm reaction. 

Off to the gym for some jacuzzi (and I suppose a little workout) activity.

Channelling Nude Leather

After seeing Celine ready-to-wear SS10 I was a bit confused by the nude and leather thing that was going on. To me I just thought of old skin, the type on grandmas who like to jet set to Benidorm. However, yesterday in a charity shop haven street I came across a nude leather skirt. Fate I thought.

I know it's lame but...

I keep putting off posting.
I don't know why? My Google Reader is the A-Z off bloggers and I have the few that are everyday reads: gemfatale and Diamondcanopy are two of my favourite everyday-ers(?).
I am also an addict for endless Tumblrs and could do with more harddrive space for image collections.

Here is my new nail polish.

Yes its Chanel's 505 Particuliere.
Looking at the Chanel counter directly opposite my department at work didn't help.
When did a want become a need?
When every single other person wants it too? haha