Wednesday 28 May 2008

Lust in the movies

This morning I was first in line with my popcorn and Diet Coke for the midday showing of Sex And The City the movie. Nearly two and a half hours later it was all over and I was left feeling overwhelmed and yet a tiny bit disappointed as I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye. I cry at almost anything in movies by the way, but this film got me more than once, when I visited the ladies at the end I wished I'd bought my sunnies to hide my bleary eyes, rather embarrassed to be caught weeping at what was, really, an extended advertisement for designer labels, coffee shop chains and Vogue magazine. But, oh what a beautiful advertisement! At the beginning I was eyes agog at Carrie's loved up life with Big- the most amazing Penthouse appartment, the most gorgeous shoes, the BIGGEST WALK IN WARDROBE EVER. It was all painfully perfect. But of course it doesn't last. Not to give anything away that the trailer doesn't.
The materialistic elements of the film are true fashion and lifestyle porn for us girls and guys who love to shop, play dress up and drink champagne (or Cava depending on the state of our overdrafts) and you can easily lose yourself for an hour or two in a blur of Westwood, Vuitton and Chanel. However, I was disappointed in Carrie's style, she's lost nearly all of the eclectic fun in her fashion sense. It was all grown up labels nearly all the way. I left the cinema with little inspiration. Nothing new or exciting. Just stuff you can buy if you're loaded.
The film is darker than the series, which is probably a good thing in order to maintain the drama over the length of a feature film, but it seemed to me that the girls don't seem to have much fun anymore. The dialogue was as snappy as usual but it didn't make me laugh much. I was too busy drooling over apartments and shoes and crying over... well, go see the film.
I, for one, plan on opening a bottle of Cava tonight.
And the plans for my version of Carries walk in wardrobe (the original, from her East Side apartment, not the uber movie version) are coming on nicely. It mostly consists of a distinctly unglamorous sounding clothes storage system from Ikea, which should be arriving sometime at the beginning of June.

Tuesday 20 May 2008

Kissing Wilde

When ladies (and some gentlemen, I'm sure) visit the Pere Lachaise cemetery in Paris they like to leave their kiss on the headstone of Oscar Wilde. It's covered in a smattering of lipstick kisses. But apparently the fats in lipstick make it impossible to remove from stone. Is it vandalism or a romantic show of love and respect?
I haven't left a kiss on Wilde's grave. I don't wear lipstick and I think it would be more elegant to leave a note perhaps, or just blow a kiss. But
I think he would've adored it. After all, he was the man who said;
'Moderation is a fatal thing. Nothing succeeds like excess.'
'Life is too important to be taken seriously.'

'There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.'
I wonder why Wilde has inspired such devotion amongst people today? Is it because he was ahead of his time, and we see him as being like us? Hedonistic, pleasure seeking, vain and shallow, but with buckets of charm, passion and, of course, his renowned wit.

Sunday 18 May 2008

I just can't help myself...

Having no self control when it comes to the high street I've been spending money I haven't got once again. But when it's buy-one-get-one-free in Topshop it's a crime not to have a little look. Unfortunately that little look can be fatal especially when last month's pay failed to materialise in my already malnourished bank account. And so I returned home with this studded dress and the shoes below for a sum total of £25.But the most exciting purchase was the All Saints jeans my lovely, lovely mum bought me for my birthday (which is two months away...). They're a leopard print with an black over-layed dye and ever since I saw my brother in law's missus with a pair I've been obsessing over them. And now I've finally got my mitts on them! Haha!

Wednesday 14 May 2008


Miss White of White Writing tagged me for the six quirks meme. So here goes...

The rules are:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you.
2. Mention the rules in your blog.

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger's blogs letting them know they've been tagged.

1- I wake up in the dead of night and see things that are not there, like spiders all over my bed, a hand holding a spoonful of sugar over my head and a floating pair of knickers. Not all at once though, that'd be weird.

2- I passed my driving test a long, long time ago and haven't driven since. I'm no good.
3- I've not ever, never killed any living creature on purpose. Not even a fly, not even a slug or a spider. I once killed a caterpiller by accident but I'd rather not talk about that.
4- Every time I go to the States I get stopped and interrigated at immigration by mean men who accuse me of a crime I didn't commit back in the late nineties in NYC. It lasts about an hour then they let me in. They won't tell me exactly what I'm supposed to have done which is very annoying. But I definitely never did it.
5- I got married in Vegas. There's more to that story but I haven't the time or the inclination to go into it.

6- Things break off in my hand all the time. I break things all the time. I lose my keys/mobile/cash card all the time. I'm always late.
That last one was supplied my ever loving husband. Cheers darling.

These things are surprisingly hard aren't they?
And now I'm gonna tag these ladies. (Actually I'll add that bit tomorrow as I have a DVD to watch.)

But here's the first pic of Audrey as Coco Chanel in anticipatio
n of the forthcoming film. Looking forward to seeing the finished thing in 2009...

Tuesday 13 May 2008

Time flies...

Oh, how fast a month flies by. Usual excuses for not posting. How boring it is... work, decorating, studying- humdrum. All my good intentions out the window. But now I'm back! Although I'm just off for tea and to watch weeks and weeks of Sky Plus-ed Gossip Girls at my friend's house so tomorrow will have to be my first real post...
But I've just finished this book by Sophie Dahl and it's very good and very lovely. I was impressed. (Now I'm giving myself away by admitting that I've had time to read a book but it was read in the car on the way to London and back, so there.)