Showing posts with label valentino. Show all posts
Showing posts with label valentino. Show all posts

Monday, January 3, 2011

A not-so-awkward (or painful) pre-teen

Is it weird for me to semi-idolise a 12-year-old? Elle Fanning is the bomb! SHE'S 12! Waaaay better than Dakota I reckon - Dakota was totes irritating at 12 with her gigantic toothy grin. That's all really, I think Elle is awesome.





This makes me want two things 1) cherry red Dr. Martens and 2) thinner hair.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

So here we are


I guess I should say HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! and all that. So yeah, great it's a new year. Mines not going swimmingly, but hey, it's only the first day - I'll give 2011 another chance.

Basically to save you reading a very boring dear diary entry the last few days of 2010 were a bit personally challenging for myself. You know those times when you feel like 'oh god, I'm so weird, why can't I just be cool etc?'. And by cool I don't mean being the Queen Bee or having the latest furry stickers in my sticker collection - I mean being ok with who I am. Sigh, so cliche, yes, we've all had those, cry me a river Sarah. But then I realised that a) I'm not fifteen, get a fucking grip and b) I AM 'cool' and everyone else are the weirdos.

Basically, something that should have already sunk in by now. But sometimes it's hard when it's just you and you're standing there with your belifes and idiosyncrasies while someone (or everyone) tests them with their belifes and idiodyncrasies. No one is right. Everyone is cool, just be cliche and strong about it y'all. Peace out 2010, don't be a bitch 2011

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

I couldn't go to Valentino today, I had work...

Alexa Chung wears the Valentino dress I want, want, want.


Sigh, sigh, sigh

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Valentinooooo

I'm liking the new Valentino. Short skirts, baby doll and drop-waist dresses are pretty much my best friend. The 2010 Valentino couture collection is pretty sweet. Sweet as in sugary. But minimalistic and mono-chromatic sugary, perfect for me. And bows galore. But I won't really wear all that much from this collection if I had the opportunity, still too sugary for me. But these are my two favourite dresses, yes pretty much the same in different colours, I can't choose. I'd wear these.



Oh and before I leave you, let's look at THIS dress!


Hello! If I was taller and going to a high school ball this year, THIS WOULD BE MY DRESS (imitation). It reminds me of something the Lisbon girls would have worn to their prom. If they were being a bit cheeky.


Girly overload, I know. Sorry. Bye! S.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Valentin-OH!

Everyone seems to be practically crying with joy over the school-boy-tastic Porenza Schouler pre-fall 2010. Seeing as dressing like a school kid doesn't really do much for my campaign to look older than 12, and for a little change, why don't we practically cry with joy over some of the Valentino pre-fall 2010 stuff. Huh? Yeah.




And while I'm here, let's just hop on the school-boy band wagon for a second. I like this dress the best. Not too school uniformy. This could work. Cute socks.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

So someone made an expose film on us...



No seriously. Seriously, seriously, seriously. All jokes aside. As excited as I want to get about this film, it looks fucking dull. Anna Wintour doesn't even seem that mean. I could out mean her without the bob and sunglasses. Bitch please. Maybe they are 'hiding' some of her evil because she doesn't want to come across as the wicked witch of the East Coast and that The Devil Wears Prada was an exaggeration like, Confessions Of A Shopaholic was an exaggeration of me...
Call me stupid, but it's kind of like Bob Dylan. The more I know about them, the less I want to know. I like the idea of mega-bitch Anna Wintour in my head. I don't want to bring her down to my level. I don't want to relate to her, or even think of her as a 'real person'. Jesus, can't a girl have any unrealistic ideals in her head anymore?!

Oh and b.t.w, when is THIS coming out?



This one I'm excited about. Take a leaf out of Valentino's book Ms Wintour, worts and all. Everyone has them, either show em' or get the hell off the big screen.