You know it’s nearly Christmas when the Kardashian clan release their annual family Christmas card for the world to see. This year is no exception and is definitely their most captivating and controversial yet. The chaotic lifestyle of the family is fantastically reflected in the high-fashion images, shot by David LaChapelle. An absolute god-sent in the photography world, he really knows how to work with colour and often conveys social messages throughout his work.
I studied his work in university and absolutely fell in love with his photographs. Every image he has ever created depicts some kind of story or message, one I’m addicted to figuring out for myself. And it appears these images are no different.
(images taken from e!online and Daily Mail)
They scream glitz and glamour, money and fame; all mirrored in the fantastic use of on set props and styling. Enormous flashing dollar bills and gossip magazines scatter the ground with the likes of Kendall and Kylie walking all over them. Perhaps this signifies their view on today’s media, that no matter what is publicised they will never be knocked and will always remain on top. Everything about the photographs emulates the lifestyles of the rich and the famous, how everything evolves around their looks, their gossip and their money.
I think it’s quite interesting that the images are dominated by the females of the family, clearly showing who wears the pants in their household. I do wonder why the other men in their lives haven’t been included this year, very strange and unlike them not to put them to good use. Although Bruce has been included, you’re not automatically drawn towards him, in fact he plays a rather insignificant role by the looks of things. He’s cast so far to the side and encased within a perspex tube, he’s pretty much irrelevant. It almost looks as though he is trapped, trying to escape. Could it also represent his view on staying out of the limelight?
You could literally spend hours trying to figure out the symbolic messages within the series, but I won’t bore you by doing that. I’ll let you come to your own decisions on what you think the family are trying to portray. Enjoy de-constructing!
PS. What do you think of it as a Christmas card? It’s definitely different, that’s for sure…
Pinch, punch, first day of the month! December is finally here, which can only mean one thing…Christmas jumpers are now totally acceptable to wear, right?
I’ve always been intrigued by the festive jumper; a tacky trend for some, yet a tradition for others, it undoubtedly spreads the Christmas-y spirit, one I blimmin’ love. I see them popping up year after year just in time for Christmas, yet I’ve never actually indulged in buying myself one. This year is different! I’ve seen far too many cute designs that I can no longer resist the urge to purchase. Cue the search for the perfect Christmas jumper…
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Which festive jumper do you usually wear?
Black Friday is officially here! Originally originating in the USA following Thanksgiving Day, and better known as the ultimate shopping day and the beginning of the Christmas shopping season. This can only mean one thing…BARGAINS, and lots of them!
As I’m temping at the moment, I’ve had the time to scout about online and track down what I think are some of the best Black Friday sales. Just click on the image and it’ll take you straight to them! Enjoy!
And for the amazing sample sales you won’t want to miss out on:
FRENCH CONNECTION- on today (9.30am-7pm), tomorrow (30th November-10am-6pm) and 1st December (10am-4pm) at CENTRO ONE, 29 Camden Street, London, NW1 0DX
MAWI- Friday 6th December (9am-8pm) at 2 Nimrod Passage, London, N1 4BU
MINKPINK WAREHOUSE- Wednesday 4th December (10am-7 pm), Thursday 5th December (10am-7 pm) and Friday 6th December (10am-6 pm) at 1st Floor, 11 Wells Mews, London, W1T 3HD
ALEXANDER MCQUEEN (great name…)-Today (10am-9pm) and tomorrow (30th November 10am-6pm) at The Westminster Room, The Old Sessions House, 22 Clerkenwell Green, London, EC1R 0NA
Know of any more fantastic discounts or sample sales? Let me know ♥
One of the best things about December has got to be the long awaited advent calendar. I cannot think of a better way to countdown to Christmas than to spend my days stuffing my face with iddy biddy chocolates. However for those who do not wish to gain a few pounds before the party season, or for those who don’t like chocolate or simply want to try something a little different, there are some fantastic advent alternatives:
For the jewellery lover- The Freedom Jewellery Advent Calendar, Topshop, £28 (sold out online but can be purchased in store.) So it’s not exactly the most elaborate of calendars to look at but who cares when you get 12 pairs of stud earrings, 4 bracelets and 8 necklaces from Freedom by the time Christmas comes around.
For the nail lover- The Ciaté Mini Mani Month, Ciaté London, £42. All you could possibly want for fab and festive nails! It contains 19 x 5ml mini paint pots, 1 x 13.5ml paint pot, 2 x10g Caviar pearls and 2 x 5g sequins/glitters, all within a beautifully designed calendar. What more could you want?
For the beauty lover- The 24 Days of Beauty Treats, Boots, £30 (sold out online but can be purchased in store.) Amazing value for money as product value is over £65!! Featuring beauty treats and gifts to pamper yourself from Soap & Glory, Nails Inc, Rimmel, Vichy, SEVENTEEN and many more. (I don’t want to reveal anymore as it’ll ruin the element of surprise!) This is definitely going on my Christmas wish list.
For the Gin lovers- DRINKS BY THE DRAM, Ginvent Advent Calendar, Selfridges, £110. For the “grown-ups”, each door is dedicated to a 30ml sample of Gin, making each day that little bit more fun. Also available in whisky at a steeper price of £165.
Last but not least, the Lots of Pots of Sweets Santa Advent Calendar, for those with a sweet tooth. £19.90 from Not On The Highstreet. Four Christmas themed tubes are stacked with 6 pots of various sweets each, all numbered with each day in December leading up until Christmas day. I absolutely love that you get a whole pot of sweets rather than just one, spoilt! Contents include Tom thumb drops, jazzies, snowies, different flavour millions, jelly beans, love hearts and many more.
Which would you choose?
Okay, so I might be jumping the gun a bit here as Christmas is still 36days, 4 hours, 52 mins, and 14 seconds away, but I can’t help feeling super Christmas-y already! I’ve always had to choose between spending that special day of the year with either my mum or my dad, but this year is an absolute revelation; I get to spend it with the both of them!! That probably seems a bit odd considering they’re divorced, but all hail the 21st century for some ex couples do actually get along, and as functional or dysfunctional it may appear, I’m so thankful and lucky that mine do. Here’s to cooking silly amounts of food with my dad, and spending far too much money on presents we don’t need to buy, shopping with mum! And of course to the other amazing people in my life who’ll be there to share it too. Yes, that is you Warren.
In the run up to Christmas I’ll be doing lots of mini festive posts to get you in the spirit! For today, I’ve scanned Pinterest for some of the best Christmas-inspired nail designs. PS. I do not take credit for these images, they are purely for inspiration.
I can’t wait to try some of them out for myself! Though will I prevail with my poor eyesight and shaky hands? One can only hope…
Currently getting back on the blogging bandwagon from the comfort of my own bed, not feeling too great today so took the day off work. I tried to rest but with my internship drawing to a close, my mind is too active to sit and simply do nothing. It feels very strange writing on here again, I almost feel as though I’ve forgotten how to write, so bear with me!
Exactly a week from today will be my last day working at Annoushka. Boy has that 6 months flown by. In that time I’ve met some lovely people and I really do wish them all the best when I leave. Although I was offered another 6 month contract with them, I felt I needed a change, a chance to focus on something I love doing, perhaps a little something closer to home. With nearly a year of interning in several companies it’s about time I start looking for a full time career, a job I’m going to love so much that it doesn’t feel like work.
For as long as I can remember I’ve been one of those people that wants to do something she loves, regardless of money (though of course the money is a bonus), it’s not always the most important thing. I’d rather be happy in a job that pays less than be miserable in a job that pays much more. What’s more important to you, money or your own happiness and sense of self?
Sorry that’s a bit deep for this time of day, but definitely worth thinking about some time.
Anyway, A LOT has happened since May- here are my highlights: Isle of Wight Festival, a best friends wedding, a trip to North Carolina and Boston, my 23rd birthday with the best people, Holifest- festival of colours (so so amazing!), Unknown Festival in Croatia (definitely an experience.)
Until next time, wish me luck finding my dream job ♥
I literally wait all week for it to be the weekend and when it’s here, it’s over in a flash. How is it already Sunday?! It was only Friday like 5hours ago, in my head anyway. It occurred to me the other day just how quickly time flies by. This time last year I was finishing Uni, handing in my dissertation and scaring myself shitless for what I was going to do with the rest of my life. It’s so strange to think that that was 365 days ago, a year since I haven’t seen certain people, and in that time so much has happened too. Odd.
I had a few hectic days at work, everything is so fast paced that I become a little frazzled at times. Literally the simplest thing nowadays can make me anxious, like attempting to put down an ironing board on a shoot. I know, ridiculous. I just build things up in my head and put too much pressure on myself to do things right, that it totally backfires and I freak myself out. Welcome to Panicville, population: 1.
Got to witness my first lookbook shoot on Friday. Was a really busy day but great to see everything happen right in front of me. However, the stunning, skinny Romanian model who nailed every single shot made me question what the hell I even am. There I was with my gawky glasses on, my hair tied up in a messy top knot with a lack of make-up on, consistently rearranging my jeans that had shrunk and repositioning the slouch jumper that kept falling off my shoulders. Such a catastrophe. I tell you working around perfect people like that is enough to give you a serious complex for life.
Was strolling around work looking like a beetroot all week, managed to completely fry myself in the sun resulting in a lovely red face and chest. I now have the worst tan-lines EVER. Get me some fake bake. I know I mentioned in my last post the things I have learnt whilst roaming about London, well I thought I’d mention a few more horrors I’ve witnessed on the tube. I’m not sure what it is about people running to catch the tube when the whistle has clearly been blown and the doors are already shutting. Why risk getting yourself trapped in them? I for one, used to have a recurring nightmare that I’d get trapped in them so maybe I’m just more cautious, but still…Anyway, I got the pleasure of witnessing a complete doughnut running for the doors of my tube. He came sprinting out of nowhere and launched himself right towards me, to which I took a step back. He did make it just in time before the doors shut and looked extremely smug about it. (This is where the best bit happens.) That smile was soon wiped swiftly off his face as the doors shut on his serious fro and he let out the girliest screech I’ve ever heard. And I knew in that moment I wasn’t going to be able to contain myself, I let out that raucous laugh that should NEVER be heard in public, caught the eye of a fellow commuter who also witnessed it and both just incessantly laughed the rest of the journey. Poor bloke. Serves him right though, wasn’t worth risking the fro was it?!
The other day, I took it upon myself to be a kind and generous commuter to the guy sitting on my left. It was a pretty packed tube and he was quite a big guy so I felt a bit bad when he dropped an item on the floor. At this point, I didn’t know what fell. However, I saw it happen out the corner of my eye and proceeded to pick it up, which I instantly regretted. There in my hand was his absolutely horrendous ear plug cover congealed in UTTER SHITE. He kindly said “thank you, you’re so kind”, followed by “oh, that’s disgusting.” Yes, it blimmin’ was you dirty bugger. I wanted to throw it at his face in that moment and really prayed for hand sanitizer. For those that know me well, can only imagine my contorted face and heaving reaction. I will not be so kind next time…
Meaning: “Proverbial question, querying the ability of any person or creature to change its innate being.”
(I will warn you, I will get carried away with this post and no doubt go slightly off topic, mainly about the idiotic species of men we’re dealing with)
So, can a leopard ever change its spots?
I am obviously not referring to the animal in this case, but of course the type of creatures we like to call “men“.
Undoubtedly a question that has passed many, many lips over the years, and sure to continue doing so in years to come. A question I myself, have asked many a time, one that frustrates the living daylight out of me, and one that will never truly produce a solid answer. People can speculate and debate the answer continuously and never get any closer to finding a reliable source.
As young girls we are brought up to believe in the love that exists in fairytales. The type of love where somehow, some day, we’ll be swept off our feet by the perfect guy and live happily ever after. A great version of love to believe in, but an astounding false representation from today’s reality. I mean look at the men we’ve got to deal with.
I like to break them down into two categories: ‘boys’ and ‘lads’. The term ‘men’ doesn’t even come into the picture.
Boys: The young guys who haven’t quite hit puberty yet. Love isn’t really on their radar and their biggest worry is wondering where their first spurt of stubble is. Then there are the middle age guys, you know the ones with the slightly receding hairlines and the dad dancing moves. The ones that are happily married or in relationships, yet are living with the “Peter Pan Syndrome”, the ones who never want to grow up.
Lads: The guys that can’t keep it in their pants. “Get on, get in, get out” is probably the best way to describe their relationships with girls. The guys that think it’s acceptable to grab your ass as you walk by, or make a crude comment. The ones that have the lamest chat up lines possibly known and go out with one aim in mind: to “bang”.
I’d like to think at some point they eventually grow out of it, but really there isn’t a hope in hell for romance these days. It’s all about sex and scandal. Everywhere I turn, there is some kind of relationship deprecation or affair occurring. Magazines are splashed with celebrity break-ups and divorces, and reality TV shows are just a one way ticket to promoting lad culture at its worst. Is it any wonder that romance and happy relationships are becoming a thing of the past and cheating is becoming the more popular thing to do?
What I don’t understand is regardless of age or scenario, if someone intends to cheat then do the honourable thing and break it off with the person they’re with. Why cause the heartache of bringing a third person into the picture when you can nip it in the bud right away and diminish any further pain? Why drag it out any longer than needs be?
When someone cheats on you, how can you ever trust that person again? You gave yourself to them wholeheartedly, they were your soul-mate, your other half, your best friend and they’ve thrown that all back in your face. And for what? A small dalliance with someone who paid them a little bit of attention and affection to their selfish ego-driven self. Seriously? Grow up. No matter how anyone tries to justify cheating, it CAN’T be justified, they LIED and in the process made a mockery of the person they were with. Could you ever take that person back knowing full well that they’d lied, cheated, broke any sense of loyalty and trust that they had with you? Could you ever look that person in the eye and not feel the excruciating pain they caused you? Personally, I don’t think it’s possible. Nor do I think someone can change.
In my eyes, a cheater will always be a cheater. Nothing will ever change that. It’s a mistake or a choice made that will forever cling, haunt and remain with that person. They will never be the same person you fell in love with, at the end of the day they screwed you over and should lose the privilege of ever being with you. They don’t deserve a second chance because they lost any right to that when they jumped into bed with someone else.
Sure some guys genuinely may have made a mistake and will forever try to make it up to you, but if the inclination was there in the first place, what’s to say it won’t creep up again at some point? If you take their “changed” self back, they will to some extent forever remain a shadow of the once perfect man you fell in love with.
(For all the women that have made numerous excuses for the men that they love, if they want to be with you, and it’s meant to be, they’ll be with you. You are worth it and deserve the very best, don’t settle for anything less. Sometimes setting them free is the only way to save yourself.)