2.9.10

Note the date my beauties as from September 02 we will be able to surf Zara online and for those of us that love the fuss free, changing room free, chav free, screaming teenager free realms of shopping online, this can only be another reason to click checkout.

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MAN SLAG

Is this the look fashion visionary Marc Jacobs was going for in the new ad campaign for the fashion maestros new fragrance BANG, shot by Juergen Teller.

We know SEX sells (I'm sure the capitalization of the verb itself just there shows this point) but wowzers this is a whole lotta overgreased nekked designer skin. And with a name like BANG was this really necessary - but then I suppose many an anti or well informed fashionista would argue that fashion is generally filled with moments that are not ultimately necessary but definitely memorable. I just hope this isn't remembered for all the wrong reasons.

The crux of commercialism is to sell in mass AND to be accessible to the mass - and one thing it has done is got us talking, surely the nucleus of the successful advertising campaign.

It's so shockingly vulgar it makes you appreciate the fine line between genius and lunatic and how easy it is to slip from one category to another. I'll let you decide which category this falls into.


Suppose it would be fair to smell the darn thing though (the fragrance not Jacobs) and pass judgement on the product. I'll keep you posted.

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NO EGGS!

Yes imagine my suprise to learn my house has been eggless for three whole Earth days now! I'm going crazy I swear. I keep doing that thing that people do when there is no food in their homes and keep leaving the inner sanctum of my bedroom to go to the fridge open it up only to close it in disdain. Then go down ten minutes later to repeat the same thwarted egg hunting ritual. I mean do I expect there to suddenly be food in there ... well actually probably yes and where this ritual stems from. In which we the hungry think if we keep checking some delicious treat may miraculously appear from the depths of the walls of the refrigerator, kitchen cupboard ... fufu pot!

What have I become?

I am even too disillusioned now to blog properly.

All I gotta say is mumma better restock her egg supplies or there's gonna be some problems. Of course I can't actually order or demand mother to do anything, on account she's African and would have no problem taking a shoe to my ass.

So instead I must suffer my eggless existence in silence ...

... in other news my interview went tres good and I got accepted onto my photography course at Kensington & Chelsea.

But who cares, without a fried egg for the last three days in the words of Queen a la Bohemian Rhapsody ... "Nothing really matters. Anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters to me"

a rather lacklustre kiss.

BIRMINGHAM

As promised here is the Birmingham post. So early on a Saturday morning (hangover in tow) we headed off to Victoria Coach Station to board the 9.30 coach up North. In we, I mean me and my beautiful cousin Brenda. Here's a little on Brenda. She's uber talented and an uber sweety. Post studying for a degree in Creative Advertising at Camberwell (UofA) she's interned at major advertising agencies and now sells sex hot shoes at Mr Kurt Geiger. But as we speak she's looking for digital and creative advertising roles. So if anyone wants a piece check out her blog Creatively Quirky for how to contact her. And that my fine friends is the ever wonderful Brends.

So off we went gossiping, giggling and having a ball on the coach. We crashed out somewhere along the way and when we woke up we where in Brummy Land! After a quick toilet stop to sort my face out - I looked like a huge steaming pile of mess. All sorted and looking more human ...

... we went to the vintage warehouse COW. Which I must say is very nicely laid out - and all at a reasonable price too. Definitely worth a visit if your ever up that way. AND can be found on Digbeth. We then proceeded to visit the infamous Rag Market where we picked up some flouro lipstick and vestie tops. Did a tour of St Martin's Church which had some beautiful architectural features and you immediately felt in awe and at peace insides it's cavernous walls. We were var glad indeed that we paid it a visit.

We then did a circuit of the Bull Ring popping into Selfridges and trying on perfumes and designer shoes and stroking amazingly luxurious handbags. Then it was off to Wagamama for lunch and then we realised we had hours left until we could start to actually party - so what to d0 - then I recalled one of the main reasons I wanted to come to Birmingham (besides just having a break from my beautiful London) and that was to visit Birmingham Gallery and Museum. But alas it had closed by 5pm. Which did throw us, as we had wanted to catch some culture. So instead we grabbed a map and headed off into town. Brends was delighted by Urban Outfitters where she had a little heart flurry over some shoes and me a book on the late and great McQueen. OOH and we also popped into Primark where I picked up a superman tee (in fact I'm wearing it now - I'll take a quick pic). Primark did also prove to be another blessing in disguise as we learnt there was a cinema to help us waste some hours. So off we strolled through Birmingham City Centre and when we got there Gainsborough (a French film) was showing. So not so much a timw waster after all. So squealing with excitement we bought tubs of sweeties (I was thrilled beyond belief to find some jelly fried eggs) and sat down to watch the film. I'll do a separate post on Gainsborough, as it deserves one - if only for being French.

By the time it was finished it was now 9pm and a suitable time to begin the nights festivities. And off in the cinema toilets I freshened up, applied me make-up and we set off into the night.

And what a brilliant night it was it involved ending up in a screamo bar, a touch or two of Kopperburg in O'Neill and then after being personally invited by two young men to an outside, underground rave called Zombie Prom. We had a jolly good jig, my flouro lipstick began to sparkle and had our picture taken for someone else's blog. How very befitting. And one of the two fine young men James had also been Benicassim this year so we had a little moment over our shared festival adventures.

And so it was done, we skipped off to find some food, had a lot of giggles and then panicked as we thought we might miss our coach - ran to the coach station and fell dead asleep until we arrived back in London.

Phew what a post and what a super sharp time we had as well.

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213 RUE SAINT-HONORÉ 75001 PARIS

Tom Binns - £232.43

POP - £41.50

evian 'fred tee' - £24.90

Alexander Wang - £673.53

Cada - £1423.62

Is the address of the Kingdom of Chic that is Collette. A superstore heavy weight in the land of Parisian and global fashion, Collette combines effortless cool with top end designer brands, a real awareness of what is hot right now and visual displays to arrest the heart of even the finest Visual Merchandiser.

So on a not so bright but very early London Monday morning I have woken with dreams of Paris (alas I have wanted to go for as long, I feel a very maternal love for the French) and fashion. Surely www. surfing on COLLETTE can fill the hole. For a while at least.

So that's what I had for breakfast and what a yummy French treat it was.

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BISTROTHEQUE!

Last week I made an overdue date with my friend Sammi. She's utterly gorge. AND uber talented. She's works at Ralph Lauren. Told you she was talented.

So through Lulu Kennedy's rave reviews about Bistrotheque and from hearing their name from their pop up restaurant in Stratford, Olympic Village I knew the setting was right.

And so I fell in love. The food is amazeballs. The design, layout and decor is amazeballs. The service is amazeballs. In fact everything BISTROTHEQUE is amazeballs.

I had the risotto with Parmesan shavings and to die for peas. And it was suitably gorge. Followed by their strawberry cheesecake. Equally gorge (sorry about lack of photographs, taking pictures might blow my cool kid cover).

Tucked behind the streets of Bethnal Green it is both hidden yet very much visible - that is if you know what you are looking for.

They also wander superbly into the world of entertainment, fashion, arts and generally the 'cool' side of London. Proving ever popular with the East London fashion set it's clear after dining there to see why. Surprisingly unpretentious the restaurant serves simple and delicious food. The waiters are friendly, funny and mighty good looking and I'll be taking a few of my finest here on a regular basis. The bar and courtyard were heaving by 8pm and the toilets are decorated with fine samples of artwork and wall doodles, which I did manage to take pictures of. We also bumped well Sammi did anyways, into the man that sells peacock feathers in and around East London. Sammi bought 5 and now I have 1 in my room behind my shoe boxes and pile of Vogue, ID and Dazed. Thanks sweety. I also then bumped into him at Aldgate when I was on my way back from the Museum of London. I felt to say hi to him but I got scared that he might air me. Then I'd have to deal with that issue and I don't like issues unless they are of the magazine variety.

So that was my Bistrotheque timings.

If your around and can find it - pop in my fine friends you won't be disappointed. www.bistrotheque.com

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PRET FASHION?

No don't worry my pretty people Pret are not launching a range of Spicy Falafel Melt related fashion. Here at Fried Eggs HQ we have stumbled upon http://www.pretaportobello.com/ which is the online version of Portobello market.

Now I won't lie nothing beats the genuine joy of rummaging through markets. The hustle and bustle of the wide and beaming spectrum of people there. The marketers banter. And the joy of finding a rare jewel amongst the treasure.

Now me and the beautiful Brenda (more of which in my Tuesday Birmingham post) were saying we haven't been to Portobella in yonks.

I remember my first time var well (2003). Me and my then* Sierre Leonian friend Andrew were studying fashion and Andrew wanted to buy fur to trim his suede skirt with so we hopped on down and my friends I fell in love with the market. Subsequent visits followed. But alas I haven't paid Mr Portobello Market a well earned visit for too long.

I will be doing so soon and will spoil you with pictures of the adventures and the finds we come across. In the meantime here are some little trinkets I found on their online version of the market. Some vintage. Some new. ALL utterly wowzers.

*we broke up over a 20 box of his mum's imported Silk Cuts and Mary J Blige. Isn't this how most relationships come to a bitter end.

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VAR, VAR BUSY!

Oh my fine friends I have so much I have yet to post. The last week has been a flurry of activity - all nice of course.

There was Bistrotheque. Birmingham. Museum of London. Tate Modern. Whitechapel Gallery. Emma Cook. Bizarre Nights Out. Armani Internship Stuff. IARS Article.

I will be having a posting orgie maybe Tuesday or summin and will make it up to you all with lots of pictures of my adventures. And lots of crazy tales about dangerous sex freaks in Shoreditch and Zombie Proms and Fashion Sales!

The reason my life is even more mental than usual is I have left the building of my photographic portfolio until the last minute (for my interview at Kensington and Chelsea) so I'm having to super speedy gonzalez get it done. I have my images all shot !POW! I just need to trawl through them and decide which ones make it past auditions and then ultimately into the portfolio and then (man this is making me sweat) ...

... mount and label them ups and makes it all pwetty.

I also had to buy a newspaper on the 6.8.10 and then shoot a picture based on a story (I chose the Guardian). So I've got to edit my picture then mount that up too.

Lastly I have to write a 300 word article on a recent photographic exhibition I have been to.

Jeesh!

I'm kind of a little shit scared as this will be starting the same time as my Journalism degree and my Production Assistant role is starting next week too! Eek!

Is anyone going to actually see me this next year?

Still it's better to be busy making your dreams come true than be idle wishing you could make your dreams come true.

Go make it happen people! Make your mumma proud!

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