Orange hair

I have always been a fan of orange hair, and am finally going to brave it and dye mine this weekend! I've been red for a while now so I am really looking forward to the change, even though I'm scared that I won't be able to handle life as a ginger! Here is some marmalade haired inspiration for you...

 

 

Wrangler A/W 2013

For all you denim lovers out there - go and check out the new Wrangler Autumn/Winter 2013 campaign! It is beautifully shot and features model of the moment, Ruby Jean Wilson, in all her bleached-blonde glory. I'm a sucker for a nude palette anyway, but every item from the grey baseball top, super tight jeans and cute flowery socks, to the cat-eye glasses and chunky purple jumper are just perfection. 

A post dedicated to journal, diary and sketchbook covers that I have been collecting.

 

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Skinny - By a Skinny Girl

                             

I normally try to avoid any newsstand that is abundant with women's weeklies, but recently I could not help myself from literally stopping in my tracks to read this feature title; "Wow! Celebs with REAL BODIES!" 

Coming from a magazine who's content basically glorifies/scrutinises celebrity body image I thought this was stupid. What exactly did they mean by 'real'? Saddle bags and a muffin top? Bingo wings? A spare tyre? If the pictures were anything to go by, then I am assuming yes. And if that makes these women 'real', then I suppose that lacking any excess body fat does not make a 'real' woman at all. 

Many people seem to assume that by being skinny, you either;
a. Have an eating disorder 
b. Have it easy

I can safely say that, as someone who has spent what feels like the majority of their life at 5ft 8 and 8 stone, this is far from true. 

I have literally heard every skinny jibe under the sun. I was in Topshop the other week and a member of staff overheard me talking about a top I tried on but didn't fit, and she told me to "eat more". In a lecture people openly commented on how some neo-classical painting featured women with 'real' and 'normal' bodies. Real? Normal? Making people feel bad for being thin is no different for making people feel bad for being fat. But using the term 'normal' insinuates that those who aren't flabby are automatically freaks of nature. 
 

So get over it. Calling other girls fat doesn't make you any more skinny, and calling other girls skinny doesn't make you any less fat. If you can love your curves, I can love my bones. Stop defining what makes women real or not, and leave my skinny feelings intact please. Your body is the only one you've got and ever going to have. 

In the meantime, here is an amazing piece by writer Hanne Blank, who just sums up what I am trying to say a lot more graciously than me!

http://www.hanneblank.com/blog/2011/06/23/real-women/

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Grey Gardens

As I am not a fan of the snow or the cold, I have spent the last few weeks trying to stay indoors as much as possible, and in turn now feel like a recluse. I coincidentally/subliminally ended up watching Grey Gardens (1975, dir: David Maysles), a documentary following the lives of Edith Beale and her daughter, also called Edith, and the decline of their sanity. I found the whole thing strangely mesmerising but also somewhat disturbing. However, I also felt like I could relate to a certain extent, what with attempting to hibernate during winter and thus becoming a hermit. Nonetheless, little Edie used to be the most beautiful woman who wore the most beautiful clothes before she went crazy.

    

From top: Saint Laurent Spring/Summer 2013, Catherine McNeil by Patrick Demarchelier, The Black Belles, Dushibo by John Paul Pietrus for Numero Homme China

All that glitters

Banishing the winter blues with some Christmas/New Year glitter backlash.