Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts

Saturday, 5 December 2009

Parisian Love and Madrid Affair.


Wearing my standard red beret I have owned since I was 16, vintage breton striped cropped jumper from Paris, Vintage Watch necklace and rosemary beads from the Vatican.

Feeling Parisian today and missing Paris. Need to visit it again for better cliché camera moments when it is not pouring with rain. Definitely need to visit Rue des Rosiers for their vintage cheap shops. I cannot say no to EUR 5 fur and EUR 10 bags.




Some of my favourite shops around the area. I regret not eating a falafel around Saint Pauls, I hear it is the best in town. More excuses for me to go!

Looks like I have to settle for Madrid next weekend. Yes girls and boys I am flying to Madrid for a long weekend with the gay husband to visit his sister. More for the sake we both need a cheap holiday and with free accommodation and cheap airline tickets we are not denying the offer.

Monday, 30 November 2009

Early Bird Catches The Worm

Sorry I been off the radar again, my blogging is been very hit and miss lately. My recent updates is going to Paris for the day for my 21st however I was very unwell on my Birthday which resulted me to believe there is no God or justice.

Paris was lovely, food was nom nom, vintage shops were wonderful, however the Metro smelt like cat piss *correction* homeless people piss. I can now fully appreciate why London public transport is expensive compared to rest of Europe. We pay to keep homeless people from using the station as a public toilet.

I am afraid I managed not to take any pictures in Paris due to awful weather and the fact I wanted to die with every step we took in Paris. I will however put in due course photos of my few purchases. Next time I may need to take people who do not mind waiting for me to shop in trunks filled of five Euros fur collars.

I have today on impulse booked my flights to Madrid next weekend for a long weekend away with my Best Friend. If any one knows any vintage shops there then please let me know. :)

French Vogue two fingers at Fur activist:




Yes I wear fur but to be honest there is many dead fur items that animals have died many years ago. It is waste not to wear it. I am not buying fur from the latest Chanel collection. Therefore not promoting the fur trade to continue now but I am sorry kids real fur feels more luxurious and warmer in these Winter months. Sorry for any offence this may cause to readers.

Monday, 16 November 2009

Madeline Coat of Wonders

Continuing with my massive Paris Love Affair...(these Parisian theme posts may be getting tiresome I am sensing)

Yesterday I spent my Sunday lusting over Liberty prints and heading to Beyond Retro. Long and behold I foudn this cute red petite coat with black velvet trimming, black bows on back and slight cape like structure on top. Did I mention it came with Brass Buttons? Basically I was in love right there but stupidly this was for a 5 year old and hence barely fitted me. Damn my non anorexic extreme frame. Why does no normal adult shop make gorgeous cute public school coats for likes moi?!?

This moment did reminded me of the Book/TV show Madeline. I remembered how much I loved it and the cute little dog. I think I loved it more as kid as they had really cool adventures and the thought of living in all girls convent seemed fun to me as a child. Plus they got to wear cute hats and coats. I now want my own Madeline coat and the hat as well!!!



However, I want my coat in red with black bow please.

I may now watch some Madeline alongside my Peppermint Tea. Yes Cool Granny points coming my way!

Wasted Lust

I spent past half hour trying to find way to convert a file into picture jpec file or whatever you computer science geeks call it. I am now fed up and hate technology. This is why I love my red German typewriter but FUCK ME it weighs a tonne and carrying it for 5 hours in Central London was not a good idea.

Whilst I was typing this I realised the picture I manage to convert to JPEC file is fucking too small and won't resize properly. I am getting tiresome of this post now... I may need to hire a second computer geek in this blog. Right it won't resize and I given up so enjoy the stupid small photo kids.



Most of the items below is from Monki, a Swedish high street that does very good clothes. I want the beige jumper quite alot. Everything is Monki bar the vintage bags, the blue creepers from Office, the cat mask, and the Bralet which is Topshop.

I quite like idea of using a big rope to tie around my trousers as a make shift belt. Must look into this further when I am less angry at technology.

I had enough of cropping pictures for one day (my current City Job requires me to make a lot of client friendly presentations, so my cropping skills is hitting saturation point). Now time for Peppermint tea and Chocolate covered Rice Cakes. Yumm.

Saturday, 14 November 2009

J'adore

I may seem like a peeping tom on this topic but I love vintage/cliché photos of couples kissing. It is just a bit sweet. Plus in my very Parisian mood, it is keeping in theme for the fact TWO WEEKS away from my Birthday trip to Paris. I am very excited and cannot wait to venture into the wonders Paris has to offer.





I now want my own black and white cliché 'kissing moment' in Paris. Very Cliché indeed. Parisian Love Affair.

Sunday, 8 November 2009

'Allo 'Allo!

Yes my Parisian theme is continuing. Watching re runs of the British Comedy Classic Allo Allo. I swear I have the oddest taste in TV ever.

Today instead of my standard Bricklane lazy days, which the weather has deemed too cold for now, I went to this quaint Bistro on Upper Street in Islington London. I highly recommend any one in North London area to go visit La Petite Aberge for their very yummy meal! I am already planning a re-visit with some Uni friends, so I can sample their moules mariniere with pomme frites. Nom nom nom!

I am disliking the Christmas Shoppers in Oxford Street and the fact working full time means no more free weekdays to go shopping in less hectic mood. This new influx of Christmas Shoppers and the standard tourists, has made it slightly impossible for me to shop for myself let alone my ever growing Birthday gifts (I am too nice and should just do last minute stop in Lush and Accessoriez, alas I care too much).

Things I want for my Parisian Dream (Which has died this week, well part of it thanks to my own cruel words. I really need to learn how to shut my trap up when needed and stop revealing the real me to Men. It is too overwhelming for anyone, even to my friends.

List of Lust


Breton stripe top


Heart Seamed Tights


AA Unisex Circle Scarf


TopShop Velvet Bodycon Dress


Topshop Jump Red Lace up Shoe

That is just somne of list of lust, there is more but getting tired and long day at work tomorrow. Weekends fly by too quickly when you work. Next minute I will be turning 25 instead of 21 this month. Woe is me of old age. Old Cat Lady theory please go away, I do not want to be left on shelf to rot. Thanks!

Monday, 2 November 2009

Oui Oui Oui

I am going to Paris on 28th November for the day for my 21st Birthday. French kids or lovers of Paris please help me tell me a list of vintage shops in Paris?

I am having a major love affair with all things French, from stripy tops to my red beret to fur. Love Affair I tell thee! I will post something more substantial to represent how much I love all things French. I have even stopped buying cheddar cheese in replacement of Edam and Gouda (I am well aware these are Dutch cheeses, but I couldn't deal with French Cheeses and thought Dutch is close enough to France) and I started listening to some Bridgette Bardot and Yelle & Uffie. Oooo La La!



I am obessed with Miss Dior Cherie Advert, so much so, I have spent four hours watching this advert over and over. I want my Parisian Dream to be EXACTLY like the advert. I want the quaint dress, eating yummy cakes and the pastel Laura Ashley coloured balloons.


I WANT TO BE THE GIRL ABOVE!!! C'est Adorable! (You can see I did not study French GCSE, stupidly took the manly language of German.)

All I now need is that French Man to romance me.