SNOODS (SNUGGLE HOODS)

The people at Vogue say that Snoods are this winters must have. As much as I’d like to oppose the command of yet another fashion trend I have to agree; wearing one is like having your head cuddled by several chinchilla's and boy do they look stylish. Look at these:

Well, my mum the milliner and general creative genius has designed and produced some fantastic snoods in wool and jersey, available in a variety of colours. You can buy them upstairs in the Market Hall (indoors) at Camden Lock... take the steps leading up from the West Yard, walk over the bridge and go through the doors. The stall looks like this:

Here are some wonderful examples of the product in question modelled beautifully by my friend Sophie:

BROWN CABLE KNIT 50 BUCKAROO'S.

GREY CABLE KNIT 50 BUCKAROO'S.

WOOL 25 BUCKAROO'S.

WOOL 25 BUKAROO'S.

WOOL MIX 10 BUCKAROO'S.

THE BIGGER THE BETTER

Many people think that THICK eyebrows look like a couple of these:


But I think that they are beautiful! My eyebrows look like this...

I wanted them to look like this.....



So i used this....

Big mistake.... I ended up looking more like this....

Instead the key is to use this, gentle upward strokes. Problem solved!!!


Buy at: http://www.maccosmetics.co.uk

THE MICHELBERGER HOTEL

My best friend Gynelle (www.somelikeitessex.blogspot.com) and I recently embarked upon a not so secret mission to Berlin where we set up our not so secret head quarters at the Michelberger Hotel in Friedrichshain. I almost don’t want to blog this because it is such a find and the question about finds like this is whether to keep them secret and enjoy knowing something “they” don’t know or to share them with the world and risk killing their appeal. However, since my blog reaches the eyes of a modest few I have concluded that I can blog this without risking the latter.

So. First of all check out their website which had me sold immediately: www.michelbergerhotel.com

Then look at these:







Staying at the Michelberger hotel is like owning your own apartment for a few days. The simple yet ingenious design of the rooms accented with little details like Michelberger hotel shower gel bottles reading: “I’m a dirty sexy bitch” (or something like that) and Michelberger water bottles reading: “I’m refreshed and sexy” (or something to that effect), are immediately welcoming. Within 5 minutes you’re calling it home and pretending you’re a graphic designer or up and coming architect. The staff are soo friendly and the people the hotel seems to attract are diverse but share a common open mindedness.

Here is more visual stimuli to better convey what I mean:







So. When next in Berlin go here but don’t tell anyone!

I HEART GREGORY CREWDSON

Now that I have jumped on The Blog Ship, one of my first ports of call is to share with you the works of one of my favourite photographers! Some of you may be aware of his work but for those who are not and appreciate the subtly macabre then get ready for......

GREGORY CREWDSON

I first discovered Crewdson in 2007 while working at the V&A. There was an exhibition called Twilight which together with the Surreal Things: Surrealism and Design, Leonardo da Vinci : Experience, Experiment and Design and... uh Kylie exhibitions, I was able to see at no cost.... over and over again. This luxury fed my obsession with Crewdson - his meticulous attention to detail meant that each time I looked at one of his photographs I found something new in it. There were several arresting pieces by artists other than my beloved Gregory including Philip-Lorca di Corcia, Bill Henson, Robert Adams, Chrystel Lebas, Liang Yue and Ori Gersht but his work in particular seemed to get into the creases of my brain, sprout roots and stay there.

Once exposed to a photograph by Brookly born Gregory Crewdson, it is easy to spot his work. Most of his pictures are taken using artificial twilight, bathing his staged domestic scenes of distinctly American homes and neighbourhoods in almost supernatural blue light reminiscent of a Sci-fi movie still. The power of this lighting effect produces uncannily atmospheric images which immediately evoke strange feelings of unease. A feeling that something is awry. A bit Perverse. Unsafe. Hidden. Sometimes, the scenes are in fact perfectly normal, like a man sitting at a diner or a car waiting at a traffic light demonstrating how the light can completely transform the meaning of the scene. At other times, the composition of his photographs capture frozen scenario’s which are inherently removed from normality and this is intensified by the light. One thing I love about his work is that he captures moments. It literally feels as if the people in the pictures were going about their business until you turned your gaze to look at them but I will let his work speak for itself...

THE PERFECT MAN

From time to time, I can’t help but feel a bit disgruntled about the men of the world, while please note, fully appreciating the imperfections of the female species. No matter what genitalia you have it just isn’t that easy finding the right one. Are we too picky? Do we really have a type? Can people really grow on you?

This is a brain storm I prepared earlier....Click on image to see the full glory... of the writing silly!!

...upon FURTHER reflection I think I may need to compromise a teeeny tiny bit if I’m ever going to get myself a boyfriend.

ALL YOU NEED?

Really?