Fashion is my future, Not Jay Z

So I've got my doll dress on and making my way to the Victor & Rolf Dolls exhibition. I'm also to attend this talk called, Fashion and Celebrity, the influence of Hollywood on fashion; notoriety. Amongst other fashion literati to attend are, Bronwyn Cosgrave, author of Made for Each Other: Fashion & The Academy Awards, Hadley Freeman, Deputy Fashion Editor, The Guardian and Roger Tredre, founder of the daily fashion journalist newswire, WGSN.

Its 7pm and i'm just about to leave my apartment, definitely no manolos on feet, because i don't run in them you see. In the mean time L is waiting for me with the most delish tickets for the o2 wireless festival, he's already rocking to Mark Ronson and calling me every second to make it before Jay Z comes on, like his life depends on it. But i try convincing him of the reality of my ambitious future which includes fashion and not Jay Z. Choosing between meeting the deputy fashion editor of the Guardian and the top boss at WGSN (the largest and most influential fashion resource) and screaming Hova!!!!!!!!!! Not an option. (To be honest i spent the entire day waiting for my press pass to come through and trying to calculate how i can make it to both events, before i saw the light)

To my delight the talk was very insightful, and sure i had opinions; from Victoria Beckham's campaign for Marc Jacobs, to Donatella Verscace calling Obama her new 'muse' - man of the moment.

I smell an Obama/Versace Menswear campaign, with Obama all bronzed and oiled slouching on a gold medusa engraved chair in a bronze suit, shirt half unbuttoned (as he usually wears his shirt), perhaps throw in Giselle, smudgy eyes and all in a goddess dress crawling at his feet....OK I'm getting carried away here.

The Doll exhibition was divine, i need to blog entirely on it...I need to fetch my Vitor & Rolf Dolls post cards and notes.....Right now Nadal needs me!

Front Row at Graduate Fashion week

Graduate fashion week is the hottest fashion event before London fashion week. I have since learnt not to wear balenciaga-esque construction style shoes to such events as I'll end up on a flip flop hunt after all that stiletto-aerobics;not sexy i tell you. After a morning of backstage antics and skipping to catch a bacon cheese burger a la m&s, it was showtime, of course i made a beeline for front row reserved seats, non reserved for me but i sat there with a face that screamed, LOOK AT ME AND WONDER BUT DO NOT SPEAK TO ME!.

There was a sitting for a total of 14 collections from the Edinburgh college of arts designers; total gorge binge. From romantic whites, a tux re-invention to a butterfly inspired colorfest. My three favourites were 'I walk you lead' by Salmena Carvalho, whose theme was strong summery butterfly colors such as yellow, pink, purple and red, contrasted by structure layered blouses and panelled long flowing dresses; 'Pretty in Pleats' by Katheryn Morrisey, inspired by victorian and Edwardian eras, with Victorian sleeves on luxurious woollen coats, and organza hooded tops fusing the classic and the modern; and 'Domo Arigato Mr. Roboto' by Richard Welch, fusing science fiction films with 1980's fashions with intricate tailoring and bold mix of geometry, colors and fabric. The Gala awards show was a celeb-fest with the fash pack mingling at the free pre-show bar. Claudia Schiffer, Stefano Pilati and fab two Aggy and Henners were on hand to dish out awards.

I say lets pack up and head to London Fashion Week; front row if i can help it.

xx Lerie






Richard Welch





Kathryn Morrisey





Salmena Carvalho

Prêt-à poser

Tayo, Kiren, Model impostor

So i woke up and decided to walk the thorny path of a budding journalist, fashion literati to be precise. The journey started sooner than i ever anticipated, thank God i decided to be more serious about my blog, Editor in chief of Scotscampus took a peek and offered me a chance of a 'girl about town' column. Just my kinda gig I'd say. One published column and the world is my oyster. I've started my gallivanting already, first at a test shoot for a makeup artist. (note: i certainly am not a model, was just bored...lol, but i could be if offered lots of money - hint hint)

So i end up at this test shoot for a professional makeup artist, Crystal of Rosebudden.An actual modeling assignment, i wonder what i thought test shoot meant.hours and hours on makeup, the pack were as hungry as i was, so we had pizza delivered to the studio. When i was ready for slice two, i couldn't believe it was all gone, i thought models didn't eat, OK i didn't really think that, but i was hoping they would be on some skinny bitch diet then i could basque in pepperoni glory, tough luck.

Got into my outfit, a cute multicolor block skirt and a white tank top now its party time. I can't believe how nervous i was in front of the camera, me queen of vanity, only knows how to pose in front of the TV, and bathroom mirror, bloody hell i expected the photographer to go, give me sexy sexy sexy, hot, yeah, now look at the camera like you want me, yeah..., but no, the hairdresser Audrey was a brilliant director, helping me with the poses, and before we said cheeese!...i was all attitude...Audrey goes"oh!!! here comes beyonce".

This modeling thing is rather hectic, i may be a skinny bitch and all but the acrobatics involved was quite bone breaking! Crystal is actually using the shots for her new website..omg..omg..i'm gonna be famous...okay, not quite. Kiren a proper model was of course working it with those lengthy limbs of hers, crystal glued her up with some white feather eyelashes, glam i say, i so wanted to 'take', as mine were jumbo sized spider like eyelashes, tres glam for the shoot, but i swear it gave me sleepy eyes as heavy as it felt. The best part was the 'jump-pose' a la America's next top model..lol....The shoot was so much fun...oh my goodness, i just realised i lost my Chloe cardigan, this is so not happening to me right now, First its a cardigan, a material thing which i cherish, second, Its Chloe!
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Woke up slightly hungover, again and its not the martinis, its my new found joie de vivre. I will be hanging out at the Graduate fashion week, its going to be fabulous getting all the backstage gossip and sitting for the show later in the evening on the 10th of June. If i pulled off getting invitations to the show and backstage access surely i can pull off gala tickets, ill just have to call the Awards director as early as i did today when i still have my early morning cutesy voice on. The Gala is an industry only-invitation only event for the presentation of awards for the best collections. I'll just make sure everyone gets good coverage in the column, then perhaps they can also send me free clothes off their premier collections.

June has started out with great surprises and as I'm having both mum and dad around for a week, i can only thank God, as he is about to reverse my near state of starvation (because lately i can't be bothered to cook although my fridge is as stocked as Jamie Oliver's)and bankruptcy(because the part of my brain that alerts me to check prices when shopping ...is faulty).

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*L