Oh my,

And so, my fétiche de chaussure continues (please excuse my french which is beyond bad, audrey tautou films aren't proving a reliable source) but yes, i'm in the midst of a great love affair with about 8 different pairs of boots, made worst by the fact that I am still saving for my holiday (17 days and counting) after which a spree will ensue. I'm so over excitable come july about autumn/winter lines and must admit that my fervour for fashion is much more motivated by winter fashions in general than spring/summer pieces.

Ps. love, love, loving the new Marianne range at Topshop.

Au Revoir

Blake,

tiger, tiger, burning bright,

in the forests of the night:

what immortal hand or eye

could frame thy fearful symmetry

je désire

This WHYSL tee and PRISM glasses by journalist Anna Laub make it to the top of my "I need" list, no questions asked.

model du jour

I loved this editorial from the June edition of American Vogue, the chemistry between morgan freeman and lara stone is magnificent, they are both so unique and charasmatic in their fields; it just really works. Not only is morgan freeman one of the most established and talented actors of this epoch and lara stone the current 'model to watch' but the gap in her teeth fills me great hope that my decision not to close mine was a good decision, though I undoubtedly fail to carry if off as well as miss stone herself, naturally.

beauté française

I am completely in love with this woman

Hope comes in Hopelessness

I have had great intentions of writing something worthwhile on this blog for days but to no avail. Alas, Saturday night has arrived and here I am with Vogue and several half read novels as my closest compantions, even my cat Darcy has opted for solitude under my bed. I have been feeling rather pensive and in need of a drastic change; I need to get out of this city. I keep getting great urges to escape to the seaside or, well anywhere really other than here. Barcelona in 3 weeks and counting, though I must admit I am sort of beginning to resent this holiday and the saving of money that it calls for, particuarly as I peruse the new A/W lines so out of my reach, made worst by the fact that I allow myself to enter shoe stores without the intention of buying for at least another month or so. Massachism? Hmm. I have been thinking and reflecting on my interiors a lot lately, I look around my room and think that perhaps it is a much greater reflection of my real self than the clothes I am wearing currently. Days at work are spent daydreaming about my future home. Today we drove past the most beautiful and quaint town house that I think I have ever seen. Its bright yellow front door reminds me of the house I lived in as a child. Habitually, I favor florals et vintage styles but lately I have been admiring the work of David Collins, best showcased in the blue bar of the berkeley hotel.

bonne nuit, wuthering heights calls.

you're a part time lover and a full time friend, the monkey on your back is the latest trend, i don't see what anyone can see in anyone else but you.

fétiche de chaussure

yes please.

Whirling Dervish

Ben Whishaw, indubitably our most accomplished contemporary actor. His raw nervous energy and ability to articulate and encompass such a range of diverse and disparate characters to include Sebastian Flyte, Hamlet and in the film 'Bright Star' scheduled for release in the UK in November 2009, the poet John Keats, has led him to critical acclaim. In short, I love him. He is, My Whirling Dervish.