Monday, 2 July 2012
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
There's folk and there's folk.
Folk the fashion way:
And folk the folky way:
Needless to say, I'm with the guy in the velveteen posing pouch.
P.S. Those are my tombola tickets in the top scan. I was crushingly disappointed to win N-O-T-H-I-N-G on the tombola at the weekend. Children all around me were winning bottles of whisky and tins of maraschino cherries but poor I left the RNLI stall with only a bucket bag full of losing tickets. I wouldn't go on about it but what were they even going to do with 50 maraschino cherries?
Tuesday, 22 May 2012
Have you seen what American Vogue are doing with their olympic hopefuls? There's nothing like posing in your knickers with a haughty lady whilst an intern pours a bucket of water on you to make you feel like a champ. Anyway, here's Vogue's team GB answer to it all - a bloody fantastic shoot from Peter Lindbergh.
Tuesday, 16 August 2011
My hips are, like, 10 inches larger than my waist. And really, I'm terribly short so this look will never ever be mine. But my(!) doesn't Stella look fine!
I've only just come round to Stella but now I'm honey nut loopy about the woman. I'd add another picture but that would be a bit daggy, a Stella Gallery, that is. I shall slip one in every now and again, perhaps.
Sunday, 14 August 2011
Monday, 1 August 2011
That bit where the guy hears a sound like rain on his crashed car's bonnet when actually it's the sound of the blood of his formerly pregnant, but now dead, lover's blood is pretty grizzly.
The author writes like a man pasting up a billboard poster on a ladder, with a big slopping brush and a bucket full of glue.