Thursday, July 4th, 2013
I was born in the early 80s, so came of age as a teen in the 90s. I love the 90s. The music, the vibes, the culture, the films (I would say the fashion, but that was a shady area). So anyhoo, a friend of mine is putting on a We Love the 90s Film Festival. Imagine my excitement! Then imagine how gutted I was when I found out I would be away on holiday when it’s on. Too bad so sad for me, but that doesn’t mean that you guys can’t go and have yourselves a grand ol’ time!
Running from July 25 – 28th they will be showing the 90s classics Poetic Justice, Clueless, White Men Can’t Jump and House Party. CLASSICS! Not only that, but some of London’s most creative cultural architects picked the movies and will be introducing the films and breaking down what they mean to them. (I was asked to be a presenter too. Just so you know, my film of choice would’ve been Goodfellas) Watching these en masse at an outdoor cinema in Ladbroke Grove? Dudes, I’m gutted I’ll be on holiday.
Word on the street is there’s gonna be a pretty sick after party on the Saturday too, packed with 90s jamz.
To book your tickets, head on over to the We Love the 90s Film Fest website.
And tweet them to find out about the after party.
Have fun y’all! *wipes tears*
Wednesday, March 27th, 2013
Last weekend, I was invited to St Martin’s Lane Hotel in Covent Garden for a little overnight staycation, followed by a personal training session at Gymbox. It’s not often I have an excuse to stay in a hotel five or six miles from my house, so I thought, what the heck, count me in! Living in London’s East End, I try to avoid the madness that is central London and as lovely as Covent Garden is, the tourist factor and sheer number of people can make it a stressful zone to go into. But my night at St Martin’s Lane made me want to take regular staycations there. And by ‘regular staycations’, I of course mean, ‘move in’.
Sunday, November 25th, 2012
I’m on the record as being generally ‘meh’ about Yoga. Pilates, love it. Yoga? Meh. I tried it a couple of times and it just didn’t take. It was too slow, not challenging enough, the instructors were uninspiring – for whatever reason, I didn’t find the right fit. I plowed on with various other exercise, did lots of Pilates and plenty of stretching at home. But every time I mentioned my blase attitude towards Yoga, Yoga fanatics would tell me Bikram would turn it all around for me. I was skeptical. All that slow movement and breathing coupled with an intensely hot room you say? Not exactly appealing. Nonetheless, I decided to give it a go.
Monday, October 15th, 2012
Fashion Weeks are loved by many and loathed by some. Let the naysayers yap on about how frivolous and irrelevant it all is, but there’s no denying the influence these shows have on the way we shape our personal style, whether we like to admit it or not. But if you’re someone with an interest in fashion, Fashion Weeks can almost be alienating – how do shows in London, Paris, Milan and New York speak to your experience if you don’t live in any of those cities? Well, the good folks at creative agency Hebe Media in Leeds are putting regional fashion at the forefront this week with the first ever Leeds Digital Fashion Week.
Friday, August 31st, 2012
Last night at the Wolford store in Westfield London, I hosted a party for bloggers to launch the brand’s Autumn/Winter collection. I have loved Wolford for a long time and wear it at every available opportunity. A couple of years ago, I struck up a relationship with their PR and together we have worked on ways to get them more involved in social media. Last night’s event was the result of that – Wolford’s first foray into blogger relations on this scale. I loved being a part of it and being able to speak to other bloggers about my passion for the brand and what they’re doing. It was a really great night. Check out some pics below.
Tuesday, June 19th, 2012
Last night, I was invited to dinner at Mango Tree in Belgravia. I’m not one to turn down a good meal, so off I went. This is the second time I’ve been and on both occasions, I’ve been bowled over by the service. The staff are just delightful – impeccably polite and on top of their jobs; your glass is never empty, when you’ve finished eating, the plates are cleared within minutes. I’d say in all honesty, the food isn’t mind blowing, but we had a good feed. We had fish cakes, prawn spring rolls, chicken satay, lobster, stir fried sweet chilli chicken and of course, a chocolate brownie to finish it all off.
Take a look at some foodie pics!
Monday, April 16th, 2012
Up until last week, I had heard of Secret Cinema, but not Future Cinema. Future Cinema specialise in creating living, breathing experiences of cinema. So when I was invited along to their showing of Bugsy Malone, which just happens to be one of my favourite films, I could hardly say no.
Wednesday, October 26th, 2011
Last week, I was invited to the divine Rachel Vosper shop in Belgravia to try my hand at candle making. Three things made me want to give it a go: 1. Christmas is coming and this is a great gift idea. 2. I do love to get a bit arts n’ crafts every now and then and 3. It’s in Belgravia which is like, well posh innit. So off I went to play with some wax.
Wednesday, August 10th, 2011
I was born in Canada, raised in Leeds. From the age of 13, all I ever dreamed about was living in London. So much so, that when it came time to apply for University, I applied for one and one only: The London College of Fashion. I wanted nothing else. It was there or nothing – which made it all the more embarrassing when I didn’t get in. But after a slight glitch and a year of begging, they finally changed their minds and off I moved. I was finally here. I was 19 years old and every day I was in awe of the city, everywhere I went I felt like I was on a movie set. I was in love with it. I was home. I’ve since lived a few places around the world, but I never shook the ‘London’ out of me and have finally gravitated back. As I type this now, helicopters circulate overhead, faint sirens can be heard in the distance – the full impact of the London Riots have only just begun to be felt.
Tuesday, June 14th, 2011
Sunday started out like any other day. Some chores in the morning, a spot of lunch, then headed to meet a friend at her house that I hadn’t been to before. Armed with Google maps (my saviour), I set off, found her flat, then suddenly Sunday took an odd turn when three boys tried to mug me as I entered her building.