out of the fog

I'm not in the habit of interviewing myself but I imagine that asking me to name my favourite item of clothing is like asking me how to get to O'Connell St. - you're after a no-frills answer in 30 words or less, but will inevitably be faced with a lot of incoherent babbling and wild, aggressive gestures.

I associate certain inanimate objects with certain animate objects and for this reason (and a million others), I will never, ever be able to single out just one item of clothing as my most prized.

I may not be able to choose my favourite threads, but this is what I wore when there was a .03% chance I was going to be in the same room as Prince, making it a pretty special get-up. So special in fact, I'm now a tad shy about showing this rather Mildred Pierce suit dress to anyone (this should explain the slightly cautious and perfectly creepy nature of the above shots). 

Mr. Nelson never did turn up to court that day, but when a fellow reporter presumed I was a die hard fan by my furs and heels, I knew I'd gotten it right.

Think tomorrow I'll dress to meet Little Richard...

threads: {dress - vintage} {shoes - farylrobin, who deserve massive love for quoting marge simpson on their homepage!} {ear bling - random store in ny} {finger bling - asos} {wrist bling - vintage and absolut (yes, the vodka!)} {tattoo - found in Chinatown in London}


style swoon - rudolph valentino

He was the original Latin Lover, one of the most graceful men ever to hit the silver screen, a true dandy, a poster boy for all things exotic and one of the sexiest humans ever - today, I'm swooning over silent movie siren Rudolph Valentino.


this ain't england

If I had my wicked way, I'd look like I'd come straight from The Cotton Club circa 1938 all day every day, but believe it or not, I don't have access to a lot of coyote fur coats and gold lame gowns.

'80s-tastic tack, on the other hand, seems to follow me around like a bad rash. Not only am I a 1987 baby, but my 7,000 ft stature allows me to take style cues from fabulous giant birds of the era like Brigitte Nielsen and Grace Jones.

I guess it's no harm to trade the Cotton Club for The Blitz for a while, if I'm allowed have tunes like this, this and this as my soundtrack...

 p.s. a shot that didn't make it to blog is positively going on file as a promo pic for my as-yet-unformed electro breakdance revival outfit. Get your interview requests in good and early, kids...

threads: {shirt - h&m} {shiny pants - aa} {cummerbund - d.i.y.} {jacket - vintage} {shoes - new look} {hugely beat-up clutch - penney's} {finger bling - asos} {scowl - model's own}

style swoon - sheila e.

She led the glamorous life, she was a stone cold fox, she's a guy's girl, she's positively koo koo and she can still drum you into oblivion - today, it's all about funk diva and fearless glamourbird Sheila E.


animal magnetism

Sometimes Ruth and I work really hard - proper back-aching, sweat-making, ass-breaking hard...And then there are those days when we sit around and paint each other's nails.

I had to go all the way to London to get my mitts on this miracle potion by Barry M (don't worry, there were other reasons for my trip - Kelly Brook wasn't going to stare at herself, now was she?), which creates a kind of beat-up graffiti effect on your paws.

I then surprised no-one by trying my hand at some animal patterns and Ruth was happy to play fucked-up zebra to my cheetah.

threads: {my base coat - precious metals nail polish by 17} 
{ruth's base coat - the semen of a million irate stallions}
{top coat - instant nail effects by barry m}


let me 'splain...

If I get a little insane about clothes from time to time, it's probably because there's a genuine lifelong love behind it. Certain pictures were blowing my unspoilt little brain before I could walk, and Lucille Ball darting around her tiny greyscale apartment in a rhinestone encrusted housecoat was one of these images.

I've wanted that housecoat for nigh-on two decades - since the day I first got it into my curly little head and every couple of years since, when I revisited the show for a '50s overdose. Last year, my friend Karen (who's been known to pull a hair-brained scheme of her own in her time) presented me with a book of I Love Lucy paper dolls, which I've been playing with ever since.

Obviously that particular rhinestone cowboy can never be mine, but when I tried on a rather rigid vintage lace dress in Wild Child one afternoon, it practically begged me to take it home and slash it! I took a scissors to it and poof! - she was ready to layer over pants, skirts and dresses.

One day I will replicate every headscarf, pantsuit and potato sack in Lucy's part functional, part eccentric wardrobe, but for now, this mangled find will see me through a zany shenanigan or two.

threads: {bra - asos} {skirt - penney's} {housecoat - mangled vintage} {boots - penney's} {wrist bling - vintage} {ear rings - d.i.y.}


three old bitches

Inhabitants of the city of Dublin will already be aware of my obsession with the canine species - many's the dog owner who's caught me perving off their pooch of a Sunday's eve...

I'm desperate for one of my own, but location, lifestyle and my tendancy to be a complete sham of a human being don't really allow it. If my goldfish Ginger makes it to her third birthday, maybe then I'll think about introducing
a wee mutt into my family. For now, I'll continue to whore myself around for dogsitting duties and secretly hope someone lands a little flea bag in my lap.

I only kinda sorta coordinate with Minnie and Medjie in these shots (does two tone hair count?), but for a masterclass in doggie uniformity, look no further than the character of Nadine Hale in Easter Parade, played by the irrepressible Ann Miller, who I conveniently bigged up in
this post earlier today!

threads: {swimsuit - vintage} {skirt - vintage...note the full-on leopard heads in the pattern!} {furs - M&S} {boots - shady Indian gentleman} {bag - penneys} {belt - vintage} {ear bling - vintage}

{Minnie and Medjie appear courtesy of the haus of Claire and Djamel}


style swoon - ann miller

Today I'm bigging up Ann Miller - the woman with the fastest feet in Hollywood.

She knew how to wear clothes, she loved the company of gentlemen, she danced well into her 50s, had ginormous hair, and was a consummate glamourpuss right 'til the end.


white and cold

I was angry today, so I dressed for combat. For me, this means black, mesh, leather, a little ammo and some ink - as you can see, I got a little overzealous with one of the the address stamps in Ruth's studio!

I'd be a perjurious ho if I said this hair colour doesn't make me feel like icy temptress Kim Novak, so it's been coming in extra handy when I need to give someone the cold shoulder.

threads: {bodysuit - aa} {skirt- asos} {harness - d.i.y.} {scarf - oxfam} {boots - topshop} {tats - studio62photography}