Fashpreciation...// Street Style Lovin'

... The wonderful photographer behind the street style blog, The Nyanzi Report. There's this wave of humility and a lack of pretentiousness that hits me every time I browse through this blog, making it one of my favourites. And I also think he's a Brit (I hope to God the photographer is in fact a he), which means s/he scores major cool points in my books. There's way too many American street style photographers out there.

Plus, the subjects are such cool people. Good Lord.

More more moreee! // Mary Katrantzou at LFW...

 

 

My girl Mary Katrantzou doing her thanggg with the prints at London Fashion Week. Love!!!

I'm baaaaack!// Paris Fashion Week - Vivienne Westwood YOU GENIUS!

Right. Is there even a need for me to apologise for the lack of posts? Because I always seem to be apologising for neglecting this here blog, promise to change and blog frequently and all that jazz, then... I kind of don't practice what I preach.

Oops.

Errm... Well. Once again ladies and scarecrows, I APOLOGISE! *cute face* I also resign myself to the fact that I probably will not post as frequently as I say I will, but please, in the name of Marge's blue beehive, do not hold it against me will ya?

Thanks!

Right. On to the main beeswax. You see why I say I am in love with Vivienne Westwood? The woman just gets me yo. Have you ever met a being so zany, so crazy, that it/ she takes your breath away with her creativity? Why is she soooo cool?

Just one of the many events that took Paris Fashion Week by storm.  The article on style.com refers to her head being "a little in the past, a little in the future, a little in the clouds". The woman is a freaking genius. She's all; "hey, I'm miss crazy, and you may not understand it, or accept it, but i'm crazy altogether. Like my orange hair? No? Too bad."

I am totally jizzing over the earrings in the last picture and the chunky rocker wedges-sandals. Booooyah!!! Do yo' thang miss Viv!

Fashion Week// Yet another lonely day in the month of September...

So as everyone who is anyone who is concerned with the events unfolding in the fashion world will know, the major fashion events of the year have begun and are almost upon us (New York Fashion Week has taken over blogsphere TOTALLY, and London Fashion Week starts next week).


And right now, I am in an extremely surly mood. No, it is not because I am actually Wednesday from The Addams family and enjoy living in a state of sour-pussness (I am VERY aware that this is not a word. But I am very intent on starting a revolution, sooo.... Might as well start with words eh?), It is because EVERY year since, well... The years I have been such a fashion obsessed scarecrow, something or the other has prevented me from attending.

Shoes; Rachel Antonoff SS12

There's always, ALWAYS the problem of a lack of funds. I know, a clever person/someone who is actually that interested in fulfilling their dreams of attending London Fashion Week and getting hugged by Vivienne Westwood (so vivid is my imagination, you see) would save and scrounge pennies away to make this dream an actuality. But life is not that way, my dear friends. In my head, it seems achievable. But when one is faced with the decision of either-save-your-money-so-you-don't-spend-yet-another-semester-of-university-eating-cereal-daily, or buy-a-ticket-for-twenty-quids-and-spend-a-fortune-getting-to-London-for-one-day, life kinda wins. This pains me, because now I realise that I am becoming less of a dreamer and more of a realist. Which means I am growing up. Oh goody. 

United Bamboo Spring 2012;  I'm loving the monochromatic/ minimal feel of this collection. Shweet!

*Sidebar* See, if I were a rich girl, na na naaaaa, then I'd have all the money in the world and actually SIT IN ON A RUNWAY SHOW oh ohh ohhhh.... 

I really HATE being dependent on money for everything. Yes, yess, I have not been living under a rock, and    I have known for awhile that to live, money is expedient. I am very much aware. But in this case, I mean I hate the fact that I always have to pick and choose between, you know, DEATH and going to a fashion event which will make me momentarily happy. I just want to be able to live without having to pick or choose all the time. Is anyone with me in this, or am I just ranting for the sake of it? Is everyone but me privy to a trust fund and a rich daddy and mummy? 

Because that will just make me even more sad. And I might probably cry, and proceed to write dark, emo poetry on the inherent unfairness of life where my fashion obsession is concerned. 

Right, back to nursing my woes with a cuppa like the true fake Brit I am (Nigerian, baby). You see, everything seems to work itself out just by drinking a little Twinings.

I will be back, after my scheduled sulk - sesh, with more oohs and ahhs over the clothes... 

For now, Adios!

xoxo

Pictures courtesy of TUMBLR and STYLE.COM. Yee-HAR!

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... Only ADR. Head to toe Balmain. You gotta love her balls.





...It's just panache.

And i'm posting like a kid on crack today. Problems...

Exercise yo' brain. Work yo' imagination. Create BEAUTY...

...Mary Katrantzou Spring 2011... 

Homegirl got me  wanting to wear a lampshade as a skirt.

Yes. Mary is my dawg. If you hadn't already figured it out....

Peace out, A-town down... (That WAS what he said, right? )

*Pictures from style.com