Fashion dilemma: ONE great birthday present

Yesterday was my birthday, and since I'm still very much banned from shopping, the Boyfriend said he would allow me to choose one nice fashion present. Oh god, ONE !? Damn, being in London it's like throwing a child in the best toy store in the world, and telling her to choose the most special doll. I panicked a little, but I kind of like thinking that my next purchases are going to be really special and cherished - if reckless shopping never had the best of reputations, doing such thing these days is at best silly, at worst plain stupid.

So I decided to give the high street a miss and have a look at some of my favourite local boutiques.

One was STRUT, in Stoke Newington, which I've said before it's bloody awesome for second-hand designer and vintage - and which sadly, didn't have anything I liked in my size - and then it was off to No-One in Shoreditch.

I didn't know they had a store online, but it was a good thing I went there, because some of the labels available are not online yet. Like London - based KapowWow, a label that uses recycled textiles to make the coolest neckpieces. I very much wanted the grey one worn by the brunette model with the fringe, but maybe in a bright colour like red or electric pink. They also didn't have that specific piece in the shop but apparently you can email them and order one that suits your style.














And being a sucker for bright printed leggings (am I ever getting tired of it?), I was drooling over London-based designer David David version, which I couldn't find a picture online to post it, but were in the same bright, geometric print as worn by Ms Dellal here.



Then, looking over his AW 9/10 afterwards, I saw the birthday present with the biggest potential: a very Vivenne Westwood-esque circa Pirates printed spandex jumpsuit.


I know, I know. I asked myself the same question: can I pull off a SKIN-TIGHT bright jumpsuit now I became part of that age-box called *late-twenties*? Oh, what the heck. I won't know till I try it right?

After No-one, we headed to Brick Lane to try the markets, but it was far too nice and sunny - and crowded! - to actually bother about scouring the shops, so I gave in and thought I might as well wait for a rainy day and shop online. After all, a thoughtful shopper is a slow shopper.

He did it again.

Christopher James, from the infamous We Know What You Did Last Night, captured us again (love that word, as if we've been hiding. Heh.), at the party mentioned two posts ago.

Interestingly enough, he always shows up at my drunkest moments.


At least they are better than this one at Trailer Trash, a moment when nothing really made sense anymore. Horrendous.

Slave to Fashion

Then after doing some new shots for the Ebay shop, we decided to brave the cold for once and go out. Winter is always a night-out dilemma: just the thought of wearing gazillions of layers to step out and wait for the bus, strip them all off inside a super-heated bar/club, to them pile them up all again to prepare for the journey back inside a crowded bus fully of smelly drunkards, makes me reach for the duvet and curl up with a good film and Indian takeaway.

But it seemed to have been ages since I last had proper fun and danced till my make-up melted away, so we decided to go to the fabulously decadent Beach Blanket Babylon for the Slave to Fashion (oh, the irony) party.

Since Boombox finished, it seemed like all the crazy club-kids have gone into hiding (or maybe that was just me? :P) or scattered around (Trailer Trash used to be fun but last time we went, the queue was so long and the people were so, uhm, Leicester-square-looking , that we gave it a rest). I guess this is where they will be heading now. And damn, it was fun. If it wasn't for the horribly slow bartenders (30 minutes to get a beer wrecks anyone's soul, specially when the party ends at 1am), it would've been perfect. Lots of crazy attire, cheesy music, and silliness going on. See for yourself.