Britain's Next Top Model Live at XL

As someone who channel surfs and happens to stop on Living now and then to see a bit of BNTM, I never expected to go to the live event last Friday. However with a lecture cancelled at the last minute, Friday was crying out for a little day trip!


It was pretty damn good for £19. A free make over, massage, style and colour consulation were all included. And X factor hottie Diana Vickers was performing throughout the day, allowing me to have a good ol' perve! 


I was glad that I took the opportunity to ask around for work experience. I got contacts from Company and new Fashion site and model agency, Fashion Babylon. Run by fashion photographer Michael Bailey, he's organised a launch party at plush Kensington Roof Gardens. I'm very excited to have been invited personally, as he may have work for me writing model portfolios! The party's Friday and I've invited my lovely Canadian homegirl Alicia to come with me... I'll let you know how it goes! 

Do clothes wear us?

She wore a fur coat; the colour of ivory and the texture of heaven. A pitch-black mini-dress beneath it brought out the vibrancy of her lips - red like blood. 

Scarlet? Storm? She looked like she had a name that meant something; that carried weight. Whatever it was, she gracefully strutted past me with a glow of importance. She sauntered in what looked like a student loan’s worth of designer boot. 

Powerful. Icy. Contempt. These are all words that I associated with this woman. At that particular time. 

But who is to say she was all of these things? She could in fact be powerless, warm and anxious. She caused me to wonder; do we use fashion in order to lie? A persona created from fabric. When Scarlet/Storm arrived home, and donned a pair of slouchy pyjamas, was she still all of the things I imagined her to be?

Single review: El Matador, The Lines

Listening to ‘El Matador’ is similar to feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. Within the borders of their new single release, The Lines strive in an over-the-top manner to emulate Kasabian, but instead achieve themselves a poor man’s Reverend And the Makers comparison.

            El Matador strikes us with jangly guitars, confident vocal content and promising drum technique, giving us a tasteful change to the repeatative high hat and snare scenarios we hear in indie-dance tunes. However a cow bell appearance in the middle eight seems to remind us of a scene that we have already been excited about and gotten over.

            The song builds up to a climax that doesn’t quite reach it’s potential. The chorus lacks a catchy melody, and the buzz of the roughly-produced indie tune seems to have no origin.

Don’t get me wrong. On paper this is a song that ticks a lot of boxes, but there is a noticeable lack of depth and purpose. If this were brought to the table five years ago, we’d have a massive hit on our hands. But that’s just the point. We’ve experienced all of this before. Boys, this is less El matador. More El desperado.

Pack Up

This week has been all about deja vu, as yet again I am packing up my life and belongings to move back to Epsom. The last move was a disaster for reasons I really can't be arssed to go into! However my new flatmates seem absolutley lovely. We're holding a tea party soon so everyone can meet and greet. (Think fresh cupcakes, bunting, teapots)!

With one more week left of living on the Isle Of Wight, I'm all about the mixed emotions. I adore the way my life is here. I wouldn't change a thing! And the M.E is even starting to back off slightly. Though it's been kicking me in the arse over the past few days - anxiety/apprehesion/worry/stress correlate directly with the severity of my M.E!

What I'm trying to say is that I'm trying to embrace the change, and realise that I'll be enjoying the best of borth worlds! Work experience, living independantly and being near London are all plus points. I'm of course really excited to be seeing my Epsom friends again and making new ones (:

Mitchell and Webb have named a two-headed nutter after me. 

It has to be blog worthy!

Question Time

Okay.


So it's cool to be trendy. And trendy to be cool. (Obviously). 


To be a GEEK is now cool. 


Definition provided by Dictionary.com: 
Geek - a peculiar or otherwise dislikable person, esp. one who is perceived to be overly intellectual.


Judging on everyday occurrences and teen dramas, most people avoid anyone who fits into this category as if they were carrying herpes. 

So is it only cool to pretend to be a geek? 




I'm not being high and mighty - I purchased 3 pairs of fake glasses and a brown satchel this week. I'm well into this trend.




Just a shame people generally don't go for a true geek. When's it a real nerd's time to get a look in? After all, while we're pretending to be geeks (and trying to be cool?), geeks pretend to be cool and get shunned.




Does anybody else find that quite peculiar? 

It ads up.

Adverts have become a great medium for discovering music. Previously snubbed by some musicians, it's now become a great way to get your tunes across and stuck in our heads, without looking too needy. Check these tunes out, which have really caught my eye/ear/nose(?)



Faithless ft. Dido.
Feelin Good






Chromeo
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