purchase

Look at this absolutely fantastic dress I have recently purchased for my Graduation ball...


Isn't it a brarma!! It does need a little nip/tuck (or perhaps I do) to make it sit perfect, but nothing a few safety pins won't solve :)

update

So, I wore the tartan tights today, and I've noticed a few people clock them and smile- they may be laughing at me, but i like to think that I have them in-tune with their inner Santa, and have spread a little joy to the world.

festive

It's getting towards that time again... Ahh-oh! And you know what, I'm starting to feel somewhat, festive. I had my first piece of stollen this week (courtesy of my sister, who if anything is taking it a little too far- I'm pretty sure she had some mulled wine the other day) Marks and Sparks now has its decs up, and I am definitely wearing my tartan tights tomorrow. I am excited and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but I do feel it still a little early to actually mention the 'C' word. I'm just not ready yet.

kooples schmooples

Word on the street is, The Kooples are not real couples!!
This news has crushed me, those super stylish girls and boys seen in the adverts are not real lovers, or so I heard :( boo to that.

(N.B. The clothes are still amazing)

glamour

So it was the very first day of my very first ‘proper’ spout of work experience on Monday (3^rd October- been too busy to copy up from my notepad!) at Glamour magazine. And surprisingly, I wasn’t actually nervous once D-day finally came, and I had absolutely no reason to be, everyone was absolutely delightful- no Devil Wears Prada Meryl Streep characters here (well, in the fashion cupboard at least, I haven’t made it much further) much to my relief.

Now, I know I am the smallest of fishies in the biggest of oceans (a single-celled amoeba perhaps- snippets of overheard conversations between stylists have only cemented this due to my lack to understanding to what and who they’re on about) but I can’t help but feel that even my small time talents are being wasted filling out forms and packaging up returns. Now I don’t want you thinking that I’m some kind of idiot- I am aware that is the intern’s job- to be general dogsbody, but I am just so eager to learn all the ins and outs of the magazine and fashion world and desperate to progress. I am also aware that by this point I have only completed a mere seven and a half hours (six and a half if you consider lunch) but I do so hope this isn’t all I will be doing.

Unfortunately, I don’t believe there are different interns for different departments (ie: editorial) but I do hope to be allowed out of the Royal Mail sorting office (fashion cupboard) for long enough to actually meet some of the writers (if they’re not all freelance that is).

It is glorious being surrounded by such lovely clothes however. And the shoes, OH! The shoes. There is also this shelf currently filled with jewel encrusted clutch bags as one of the stylists is doing a little page on them. My magpie eyes are on the prize!

I wonder what tomorrow will bring…

Tomorrow brought- more filing and more returns.

So, first week gone and I very much appreciated the weekend (no more commute!) And, I am very much enjoying my time at Glamour. Although it appeared a bit of an anti-climax at first- I now know what is in store for me as an intern so I definitely have learnt. I had an unrealistic view of what to expect (don’t get me wrong, I didn’t think I’d be writing articles and assisting on photo shoots- I just thought I’d consciously be learning something every minute and I thought it would be a little more fast paced. But then again I have come at the quiet in-between stage after fashion weeks and before the new season.) But that is not to say that I am not learning- because I definitely am and I am experiencing things. Plus, I am meeting people and those people are lovely! I am just desperate to meet more and experience more!

The second week flew by pretty quickly, and there have been a lot more returns but also some other bits too. I’ve been downstairs and soaked in that atmosphere, and found out that there are editorial internships, so, I’m trying to get that organised for some time after Christmas (they’re all booked up until then).

It makes a lot of difference to me when there is a computer available for my use, ie: if one of the girls in the cupboard is off on a shoot or something, it makes it a lot more interesting, communicating with PRs and such like. I have been working my way through the credits of one feature and the time flies by when you’re contacting people trying to get the relevant information, and it makes me feel important, like I’m actually part of that world, even if a tiddly tiddly part! Ha!

The third and final week ended up being the most interesting and also unfortunately rather short! So, on Tuesday I was able to actually assist on a shoot, which was absolutely awesome! On Monday night I started to feel very ill, which was absolutely not awesome! But, like a true ‘mummy’s little soldier’ I Ibruprofened it up and muddled through. It was such a fun shoot, on location which was interesting, in this grand old house on Grosvenor Square, so props meant chaise-lounges, dressing tables and foot stools (all of which we had to manoeuvre up and down two flights of stairs and the street in order to get to the man’s van). There was a definite air of Tim Walker to the shoot, with the model, Clements Poesy (Fleur Delacour from H.P.) running around with giant balloons in the prettiest of little dresses. I am really excited to see how the images all turned out (got to wait until the February issue though!) and to see the vases of roses in the background, which I arranged so beautifully.

Obviously whilst on the shoot I was still dogsbody, steaming clothes and doing the coffee run (which of course I have no qualms in doing) but when I was there in the room where the magic happens I was able to observe the shoot and get involved with watching the images pop up on the laptop screen as they were being taken. I really felt like I learnt a lot just being there, watching the make-up artists run on set and touch up the model’s legs or the hair people poof her barnet up some more. It was great to see how a typical shoot day runs and just what goes on in order to make those lovely polished pictures you see in the magazines.

As I mentioned, I was rather ill, the shoot took my mind off it, but after lugging that furniture around the posh house and then up into the Glamour offices I felt shite. So unfortunately I had to have Wednesday and Thursday off work. I made it in on my last day, but only ‘til lunch which was a shame, but I felt that I’d definitely made it to the best day and although it would’ve been nice to spend some more time with the lovely ladies of the fashion cupboard I seriously couldn’t! I look back over my three weeks at Glamour and really have learnt so much, even though at first I didn’t think I would, just being in that atmosphere I’ve become a hell of a lot more familiar with PRs names for instance and different brands of clothes. I know what goes on within a fashion cupboard, the way in which the fashion assistants work, I’ve been on a really worthwhile fashion shoot, on which I spoke to one of the Glamour writers, who was very informative! But most of all I have met some great contacts and some really fun, interesting people, of whom I will be definite to meet up with again at some point!

karma

It only went and happened to me din't it eh? There I was minding my own, settled in my train seat, engulfed by baggage, when some yuppy in a suit strides over expecting me to move my life in order to create room. There were other seats clear, he chose me, and I obliged. That's karma for you.