I finally washed my Luella Kurt cardigan for the first time since I bought it, which has to be over a year ago. I know, I know, I am disgusting. And I know this because it took three (hand) washes to get clean. It also took three (hand) washes for me to realise why it [...]
Ages ago when I was young and hopeful, I worked in music event organising and journalism – interviewing bands on and off camera (mostly for the free drinks and boys). During which, through my sort-of-boss/drinking partner, I met Brett Jefferson Scott who organised interactive photo treasure hunts through the streets of London. (I met him [...]
I see your cheeky bow tie, Paul.
In the woods there grew a tree. And a fine, fine tree was he.
I’ve been absolutely loving nude-on-white for sometime now. But Lanvin does it so perfectly, I feel humbled. Also I want the every, single last one of the necklaces from this collection. Alber truly understands me like no other.
Plastic cups and Strongbow. Terrifying.
So fucked up. Just so very, very, very fucked up. Oh god.
“Channel 4’s latest attempt to seduce us with a mixture of swearing and sex comes in the form of True Blood, the latest in the long line of sexually explicit, violent and vulgar programmes that have, sadly, become the norm on British television. True Blood is a shocking tale of depravity, explicit sexuality (bordering on pornography) [...]
You and I share more than a sunny disposition and plimsolls so old and gross they have to be taped together.
We also love thrash.
And James Taylor. (I could watch that all day.)
I think you might be my real dad.