Competition Time

I've just come across a great competition on my favourite shop/website, Stanwells. Opportunity to win £250 to spend on 2ND DAY, the edgier label from DAY Birger et Mikkelsen? Ya'huh. Check out here

To The Point

I'm typing away in front of a nearly roaring fire (I maybe got a bit too keen with the firelighters), having polished off yet another Lindt chocolate bunny (that's nearly all of Peter Rabbit's family eaten since Easter). 

Yesterday was spent in a very chilly corner of Gloucestershire at the Andoversford Point-to-Point with a C R-B picnic. Picnic is a bit of an understatement though as songs should be written about those brownies. (You haven't missed out though – have a wander into Jacks cafe in Cirencester to try for yourself).

One or two rounds of Bloody Marys which got me back onto an even keel, one good bet and a few rays of sunshine resulted in a nigh on perfect afternoon. Put to sartorial shame though, by one of our party rocking up in her Ash trainers, which if she wasn't a size 4 I would've resolutely wrestled her to the ground for. Also, if it had been earlier on in the month I would DEFINITELY have snuck off with one of the coloured furs from Wholesale Vintage Clothing – check them out here. Richard on the stand was dolled up like a Russian oligarch holidaying in St Moritz with a floor length fur and a much coveted burnt orange wrap. I think I should have perhaps fluttered my baby blues a little more to get some dinero off his original price...

Perfect Sunday down time which ALMOST made me forget about Coachella. Almost.

W-Ow Magazine

Just Nicole and Clive (what a let down) lookin' the bollocks in W Magazine. Read the very great interview by Lynn Hirschberg here

LH: I liked the way you-as-Hemingway wrote. He typed standing up, his typewriter placed on a tall chest of drawers. And he attacked the keys with a great intensity.

CO: We wanted the writing to look virile. After writing a page, ­Hemingway would let it float to the ground. He never crumpled pages—he believed that if you crumpled them, you’d be insane in a year. He could also drink all night—­legendary amounts—and then every morning at 6, he’d be up and would write for six hours straight. After that, he’d start drinking again.

Credit where credit's due: W Magazine 

Making Tracks

Hello world. It's sunny. It's warm (with several jumpers and a coat on). And it's only ruddy FRIDAY. Here's Rita Ora to get you through the morning...

These are for All Mankind

Renaissance man of the moment, James Franco has jeaned up with 7 For All Mankind to create a series of short films for the denim brand's SS12 campaign. Some are sunny and light as per episode two below; others are dark and glowering. All are very clever so check out the blog here to see the latest instalments.

I love aspects of all of the clips, but the best thing I've discovered – apart from my very real desire for a pair of their Roxannes – is the gorgeous Truth by Alexander Ebert. Video is a little strange (not sure what you're getting at Tao Ruspoli) but the song is to die for. Press play. Sunshine, cold beer, sea air optional.

Credit where credit's due: 7 For All Mankind

Picture one isn't my own, sorry!

Here's to the Weekend

Why it was so good...

Leaving work on time. Band of Skulls, Zane Lowe and fortunately only two caravans for company on the M4 and route home South. Spending £8 on Marks and Spencers hot cross buns because they’re just so good. Pouring myself into new white jeans. Going into palpitations over my Stanwells leather jacket. Drinking espresso martinis and buckets of sauvignon in Graze, Lymington. Laughing. A lot. Drinking. More. Remembering that mucking out ponies and hangovers don’t mix. Being proven right that Anadin Extra, water, carbs and fresh air are still not as remedial as glasses of bubbles. Toasting to my greatly missed grandparents. X. Lengthy dinner party. White wine running out. Red wine running out. Too many cups of coffee and shockingly rude innuendos. Roxy Music, the Foos, Maroon 5 and Barry White on very loudly. Blowing the cobwebs away dog walking. Bloody Marys in the Haven. Rosé in the Haven. Rosé in the Chequers. Enjoying exceptional company. Enjoying myself full stop. Smoking too much. Hearing the term ‘snurgle’ for the first time. Feeling my blood to rosé ratios getting extremely low. Formulating a plan to steal a very nice pale blue cashmere jumper. Failing. Eating chocolate Lindt bunnies, ears first after I've said you shouldn't do it. Surviving another hangover – third time's a charm. Not just getting glassy-eyed but crying at The Way we Were. Salivating at how good Robert Redford looks in jeans on a beach. Packing. Remembering that I should’ve spent more time at the car wash/at my lap top/ sorting out my life rather than the pub. Getting over that ridiculous notion very quickly. Erratically driving away from the New Forest. Pretending to sound good rapping along to Pro Green. Debating the pros of further drinks at home in Gloucestershire. Crashing and burning.

Well done four day weekend, you were a goodie.

I'm sure Bryan would like to apologise for his moustache...

Mmmmmm Muubaa

Quite possibly the perfect leather jacket from quite possibly the most perfect shop, Stanwells has appeared in my wardrobe. Feeling suitably lux-y. 

When I'm feeling more suitably model-like though (ie a few days after the weekend which was essentially a chocolate and rosé-athon), I'll post some piccies of said A-MAZ-ING jacket but in the meantime check out Muubaa and positively drool over their lookbook...

Credit where credit's due: Muubaa's summer 2012 collection shot by Andrea Carter-Bowman