Showing posts with label Me. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Me. Show all posts

Wednesday, 12 September 2012

Summer School at CSM: A Photo Diary

As I mentioned a couple of posts ago, I did a course at Central St Martin's again this summer, and it was incredible! Although I enjoyed my first one the year before, it was a pattern making course and was very technical. It was brilliant in its own way, and I loved learning those skills, but it didn't allow for a lot of creativity.

This year, I took part in their Street Style course. I had SO much fun, loved the work and met some amazing people. I got to experience the whole design process, from research to making, and it really rekindled my motivation for getting into a great art school.

Day One: Brainstorming and collaging to come up with ideas on the theme "Signs and symbols"


Day Two: Research trip to Brick Lane




Day Three: Fashion illustration class (my own drawings)



Days Four and Five: Design, making and presenting finished product. 






Friday, 7 September 2012

Fashion's Night Out!

 Hi everyone!

I've finally sorted out the camera issues I've been having, so I can actually put photos onto my computer now, and all in time for FNO!

I love Fashion's Night Out; I think it's such a brilliant idea, and having gone every year since it started, I think that each time the atmosphere just gets better and better. Highlights this year included...

  • Seeing BB from Dirty Sexy Things for the second year in a row, that man looks like a statue, I'm not even sure he's real. 
  • The pink grapefruit cocktails at Vivienne Westwood.
  • Talking to the sales assistant at DKNY. The people they employ are always the friendliest people in the entire world. 
  • The swing dance show outside Hermes. 
  • Bumping into an actor my auntie knew serving champagne at Dior (she's a casting director).
  • Getting 20% off the most incredible new coat on the planet at Cos.
  • Having Alexandra Shulman walk right by me!!!


Here are a few photos I took in between all of the champagne drinking and shopping...


Bond Street at sunset


The DJ at Vivienne Westwood 

A gorgeous woman (who I didn't get the name of!) who looked so fabulous in the Vivienne Westwood suit and top she was trying on


The Hermes swing dance show, which turned into a street party


Darkwah Kyei-Darkwah, of Staple For The Cool Kids, wearing his own designs. He was absolutely lovely, go check out their website!


An accordion player on the corner performing the French national anthem (?)


The crowd at DKNY waiting to pounce on the champagne servers


And finally, me at DKNY!
Boots, Deena & Ozzy; Shorts, Zara; Silk Top, The Kooples

Monday, 30 July 2012

A Royal Romp





Romper, Silence & Noise;  Boots, Deena & Ozzy;  Necklace, Accessorize. 


Hi!

I know it's been a long, long time, but since it's FINALLY the summer holidays for me, so hopefully my posts can now become a little less sporadic.

I thought I'd start off with something that has been requested a lot, both here and on tumblr - an outfit post! I got both the romper and the boots in the Urban Outfitters sale; I went in intended to spend no money at all, an idea which, I can now see, was a bit optimistic. All of you UK people should go and check it out though, everything that has been marked down in the sale is also buy one get one free!!

Other than that, a few little updates on my life and upcoming posts;

  • I do indeed have new hair AGAIN. I am finally a human girl once more, instead of an alien mermaid. 
  • This week I am attending the Central St Martin's fashion summer school (I went last summer as well), and I'm absolutely loving it again! So there will be some posts about that over the next few days.
  • Since I last posted, I've been on an incredible trip to Lisbon, so I'll be posting all about that too in the near future. 
I have a few ideas for some other posts, but if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know via comment, email or tumblr!

xoxo

Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Marrakech


Dress, Mink Pink. 


Hello everyone!

Sorry, again, for another ridiculous absence. But when I was stopped today on Oxford Street by a street style person who asked for my blog, I thought I'd better actually post. And it's lovely to be back.

I think I promised a little while ago to do some more outfit posts, so I'm trying to keep my word. My real problem is that I have no tripod or decent camera, and it feels a bit egocentric to ask someone to take photos of me, so I have to make do with my macbook webcam. So I apologise for the terrible quality! I'm sure my furniture would be grateful if I curbed my shopping habit for a while and invested in a proper camera (the doors of my wardrobe quite literally will not shut, and I've just had to buy a second chest of drawers), but I can't see that happening in the near future...

Anyway, this is my beautiful Mink Pink Marrakech dress, which I received this week courtesy of the Easter Bunny, and which, I think, is far superior to chocolate. The print is beautiful close up, it has bits of lilac and baby blue which you can't see above. Also, although is looks warm and is long sleeved, it's actually thin and floaty, meaning that it's definitely wearable in spring and summer. And honestly, spring in England is pretty much everyone else's winter anyway.

P.s. Yes, I've changed my hair colour again. I think my attention span is shrinking when it comes to my hair, but I've earned myself lots of disapproving stares from old ladies, which is always fun. 

Monday, 6 February 2012

Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!







Me photographed by Lily Sansford


These were taken a little while ago, in the Putney Heath woods by one of my best friends, Lily Sansford, for her photography project. It was very cold but, despite the strange looks I was given by people walking their dogs upon spotting me up a tree in a leotard, it was tons of fun and I was paid with a cup of tea. I think she's a stunning photographer, so enjoy.

Sunday, 15 January 2012

In one year and out the other.

Happy New Year! 

Even if it is the 15th of January. Not one to break with tradition, even my "Happy New Year" to all of you is late. And it's been a while, hasn't it? Maybe "a while" is too mild a description of four and a half months devoid of posts... can you guess what my resolution is?

But despite this long period of silence, in the last few months I've had more people come to look at this blog than ever before, so I figure I'd better give you something to look at. I won't waste time with the usual "sorry I'm so useless and unreliable", I'll just get right on with letting you know what's been going on. Which really isn't very much at all.

I suppose the only really significant thing that has happened is that in September I started sixth form, which it turns out is a real time-suck, and where I am now studying Art and Design (Fine Art), Art and Design (Textiles), French and English Literature. I am really enjoying all of my courses and feel that I have made the right decisions, despite having to give up some more academic subjects which I used to love. I like the freedom of being in sixth form, as well as the direction that only doing my chosen subjects gives me, and am just about managing to keep up with the increased workload. That being said, I do have school tomorrow and I have tons of work I should be doing right now. I highly doubt time management and organisation are ever going to be my strong points.

Oh, and I turned 17.

In other news, my hair has gone from my natural very dark brown...


To bright purple (thanks to the wonderful people at Bleach London)...


To.. well I'm not entirely sure what colour this is...


To very pale blonde..


There are lots of other places I've been and things I've done (and clothes I've bought), but I think I'll give the interesting ones posts of their own.

 I mostly just wanted to say that it's lovely to be back and thank you, because I still find it inexplicable that anyone looks at this at all, and I will be posting very soon!

Lily. x

P.s. I have a few plans for upcoming posts (including, hopefully, more outfit posts!), but let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions, I don't want to unknowingly bore everyone with my rambling. It would be nice to know what you want to hear about. 

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Long time no see.

So hello again, it's been a while.
The causes of my lengthy absence are many, although the main one is that I have been having an amazing holiday, and have therefore been out doing what a person should be doing when it's their sixteenth summer instead of sitting at my laptop boring you all. Although it does seem that you haven't actually gotten bored, judging by the page views (which have not diminished at all), despite the fact that I haven't written a thing in over two months. Anyway. The point is that as September is fast approaching, this should hopefully be the end of my little hiatus. My two new-school-year resolutions for the blog are to post at least once a week (nothing new there, then) and to do more outfit posts.
Here is a little look at what I've been doing whilst you've all been missing me.











Thursday, 2 June 2011

Is it time to go home yet? I keep clicking these damn shoes, but nothing happens.



Velvet wedges, Michael Van Der Ham for Topshop; dress, charity shop (altered by me).


Once again, my posting has been sporadic recently, and once again, I'm sorry. Keep your fingers crossed that my unpredictable blogging motivation lasts this time!

Yesterday, these beautiful creations arrived, and I felt that they deserved a post all of their own. If you have been reading I'm Stealing The Thunder for some time, you'll know that I have a little problem with shoes. It has been a while since this post, and since then the situation has worsened, the collection grown. I continually convince myself that one more pair can't hurt. And hurt this pair certainly did not, both literally and figuratively.

For those that haven't heard, Topshop flagship stores in London and New York, and also topshop.com, have opened "Secret Stores" for a limited time. These pop-up stores sell hand-crafted, limited edition pieces - the products of collaborations with prolific New York and London designers, as well as items from the Topshop Unique archives and limited edition Topshop Boutique. I visited Oxford Street this week and loved the atmosphere of the miniature store, the door to which was hidden behind a colourful florist curated by Meadham Kirchhoff. Inside the little room the lights were dimmed and the interior had a gypsy-ish vibe to it, but of course the first things to draw my attention were the stunning velvet wedges - the love-children of Topshop and Michael Van Der Ham. I refused to stop stroking them (the velvet is so soft) whilst I struggled with the inner turmoil of really, really wanting them and really, really not being able to afford them. As difficult as it was, I walked away.

That is until I got home and they still had my size on the website.
I borrowed the money and bought them before I had time to think. It seems my passion for beautiful shoes overrides all common sense. I am now in debt, and blissfully happy.

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Heavier stuff.

Just a warning that this post is not at all fashion related and is a little more serious than my usual posts, so if you're not interested, look away now. I promise I will be quick to follow up with posts of a more light hearted nature.
I have been thinking for a while that I would like to write about a recent accident I had, as there are some aspects of it that I have found fairly difficult to come to terms with, and I find that writing can often be a very therapeutic release. Today, I did that. I find it very difficult to talk about, and often end up backing out of the conversation or making jokes when I try, but I think that I would like to put what I wrote out there to help me feel more comfortable discussing my feelings on the matter. So here it is.



"It is a strange thing to experience an instant physical change. To look into a mirror and see something suddenly different. It could be a change in hair colour or in make up, or indeed something more dramatic such as the loss of a limb, but I suppose that it is likely that everyone has felt that moment of disorientation that comes with not entirely recognising their own reflection. It changes, to whatever degree, the way we perceive ourselves - our definition of the term “me”.

Personally, my most negative experience of physical change has been a six inch scar across my throat, a result of surgery after a burns injury, along with a small burn scar on my chest which was not operated on. It has been three months now and yet I am still not sure how to phrase it. Do you “acquire” a scar? That seems like a choice. “Suffer” one? That seems to suggest ongoing pain, and I, surely, cannot be described as suffering. In my experience, a scar is just a happening, something that is irreversible but which must be accepted and tolerated. Positive or negative feelings have no impact on its existence, it will not be argued with.

Our appearance is the cover to our book, and despite proverbial preaching, it is on this that those around us judge us. As a teenage girl attending a single sex secondary school in London, I have felt the truth of this statement perhaps more than many. In my world, a rather small place considering the relatively short time that I have been around, but also in the vast majority of Western culture, appearance manages to hold an unjustifiable significance. Although we can be as righteous as we want about inner beauty, realistically it is not what counts in our society. I have grown up having it instilled in me from all directions that beauty equals success. Further than that, since childhood the media has taught me to specifically associate scars with evil - from Freddie Kruger and Frankenstein’s monster, to Scar in the Lion King, a film made specifically for very young children. With scars having so many negative connotations, I believe it is inevitable that my accident has brought about feelings of insecurity and self-doubt.

“There are people that have it so much worse”. I have heard this from others as well as frequently from myself, and it is true. However, these anonymous “people that have it so much worse” exist in every bad situation in life. I want to make it clear that I am not excusing self-pity, merely making the point that these people do not alter the fact that we have what we have and we must deal with it. My injuries are not the end of the world. I am alive. In practically every sense of the word, I am healthy. I was told that I would have to have my head shaved and a scalp skin graft taken, and coming round from surgery to discover that they had found a way around it was more heartening than I can begin to describe. I know that I am lucky.

But I cannot deny that undergoing what I have, however comparatively insignificant it may seem to those looking in, has changed me. It is certainly a process, but I hope that with time my relationship with my scars will become more positive, or at least less disorientating, and that I will be able to erase the divide that I see between “me before” and “me with scars”. I also believe the way I feel points to a much larger issue, and if I take one positive thing away from the experience, it will be that I am now much more aware of how we are subconsciously affected by society’s illogical values on appearance and I will do my best to change these values in those around me."



If you would like to help support people who are in a situation far worse than anything I could imagine, please donate to the Katie Piper Foundation. The work she does is utterly inspiring.

Monday, 21 March 2011

What youth deemed crystal, age finds out was dew.








Earrings and Necklace, made by me. 

I managed to get some things done yesterday, which is hugely unusual for me on a Sunday.

I actually got a bit of my never ending pile of art homework done, although that did mean I spent the entire day in my pyjamas eating cereal. In the middle of this weird, motivated spell I was rummaging for oil pastels and I found a little bag of crystals that I had been generously allowed to keep after being forced to sift through mud on a school trip to Derbyshire when I was thirteen. By this time, my concentration on my art homework was waning and I thought it might be fun to put them to good use and I made these really simple earrings and necklace.

I know they're so very hipster, but I rather like them.