Jacket therapy...only males' allowed!

I have bargained two absolutely wicked male jackets at a Designer sale in BrickLane.

To my utter horror this happened when I didn't plan to splash any more d'argent on clothes and when my garderobe [as in wardrobe]  told me enough is enough and started bursting at its seams.

Khm...but that day at BrickLane....oh what a day it was....some urgent shopping therapy was a must.

So it was the day of the African Fashion Week London, which I decided to attend with my dear friend.

Woke up early to get my bits ready, somehow the time flew and the next thing I knew  was that the 3 hours to do my hair turned into 15 minutes before my train (which I decided to cycle to). Oh MAMA, I was packing fast! Also the same day  I was meeting a male friend in the evening;) so had to look presentable, and not too much ninja-gangsta-hippy was permitted. But since I had my famous camera backpack I shoved as much stuff as I could, dunned my new jeans (boyfriend cut = low rise), flats (to save my feet), hills (for the evening), cap (to look ninja @AFWL), make-up (NO TIME!), perfume? psh psh psh ......more? psh psh psh psh ...now RUN!

Head over heels and I am on the groundfloor. Bike. Can't mount! The boyfriend jeans restrict the leg movement so I can't send my leg over the seat. Moreover, the cut is so badly done that the trousers are holding onto my  calfs and the backside pops out like one massive pocket (I am sure you have experienced that before. ZARA is notorious for having their models all deck-flat with no transition from your rear to your back)  Didn't take my belt, so would have needed to hold my trousers with my hands! HA! 

Scrap the bike, grab a boos! RUN!

In da boos!  Make-up! Choose a sit where no one can stare at your masochistic bouts of applying mascara whilst on a moving transport. Besides, I think this is rather personal business that should not involve any strangers' observations from a seat opposite. Lo siento, but turn away byatch.

An elderly man next to me suffocated from my excessive psh psh psh , chocked for a bit and then moved the seat, preliminary opening all the windows on the coach. I had to look away in objection...and  more in embarrassment.

Stampeded onto my train. The bugger was cancelled. Embarked on the other one (after stressing for a good 15 minutes searching for alternative routes). My friend, meanwhile, set out from her house towards the same destination and managed to loose some buttons from her blouse, had to return back home, to discover a broken zip on her skirt. Uh-la-la!

So when I eventually sat down on the train, all pampered up and with my cup a coffee! Opened my bag and saw an extra pair of flats (but I was wearing one already), no battery in my camera (and it's a flipping heavy beast).... can't use my phone to read as I would obviously need camera on it and the battery is notorious for being unreliable. Saturday- no free papers on the train. Some funky looking dude opposite me, gulping down Coke non-stop. Turned out it had a good half of Hennessy in it. No wander he's so plastered at 11 AM.

And finally...our show didnt start until 3 hours later. 

Nevertheless had a wonderful brunch with my friend which we wrapped up by checking out the Designer sale ...and I wondered into a male section and never came back....

 Now the magic: so with the bags full of jackets and AFWL freebies, absolutely knackered after the evening date I am chasing trains in the killer hills and run into my old school classmate at the platform. Haven't spoken for the odd 7 years, but turned out she is such a talented and beautiful person (always was, no doubts there).

Thank you Anna Shen  for the lovely pictures and a great day together! So much fun.

Guys please check out her FB page: https://www.facebook.com/annashenphotography

Well, you can also check out mine since you are on there...and LIKE THEM! 

 https://www.facebook.com/garderobeme

AFWL? No, no pictures from there. But all models looked exceptionaly hot! Period.  

...to be foretold the [British] weather?!

“But who wants to be foretold the weather? It is bad enough when it comes, without our having the misery of knowing about it beforehand.” 

― Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat

As I was pondering on how to mould my excuses on delaying with this Tweedrun post since April, as we are just tiptoeing at the threshold of the summer;  the sudden spell of "lovely" British weather has spared me the hassle.

My repetitive tweed-blab is the most sensible thing to write about these days.
Welcome the sartorialists:

Swagger!

The only serious vehicle that we had on the ground was from The Chap magazine journalists! 

Here they come the trendy gang.

The Tweedrun took place in April, at a very moderate speed cruising through Marylebone, Regent Street, Picadilly and Trafalgar. Strictly tweed and vintage bikes only.

The convoy of dapperly dressed chaps and ladies arrived to their tea party.
Myself and a couple more volunteers were  in charge of brewing loose Earl Grey tea in hundreds of teapots for the riders. At some point a cake was served but we missed this bit amidst all the heebiejeebies of serving tea.

Hello you two!

mmm, nothing offensive but you seriously look like a Russian man, dude! Levin may be?

He never photographed me back! This is just rude :)

A couple of volunteers that were helping to run the event made a hell of an effort, not only making the party great and filling everyone with litres of aromatic tea, but also turning up in such spruce outfits!

These gloves make me think of Madonna! 

Blatant daylight robbery!

And I still hate yellow socks

Anna Akhmatova's flipping ghost! 

Guten tag herr Furrer!

Graduate Fashion Week 2012

No excuse for not publishing this on time but feeling there is what to say and what to look at I eventually got myself together just to spit it out on you.
This year's London's annual GFW left me astounded  with the students' endless imagination, innovation and  energy to churn out so many new ideas and designs. Never tired to implement the latest technologies, daring to concoct clashing fabrics as well as to challenge the dogmas of the past. 
Just look at these prints and knits and you'll see what I mean...

The mackintosh in the middle, I've been contemplating it for a while, wondering if I've seen it last year at the same event. But once I got closer and looked- it was a print of mackintosh on a mackintosh- and how clever. So all the gizmo bits on the collar and sleeves are just prints and the mack itself is much more humble than it looks. But guess what a tiny and slim little bird you'd look in it if the silhouette is a print too! Disguise, disguise!

I admit, that it wasn't the best of the outfits making me think the top looked more like a little vest in a third generation of some poor Eskimos in Siberia, I still liked the skirt very much. 

Many collections contained elements of very fine prints in very clever applications, which seems to be appropriate since digital prints are getting more and more popular.

On one of the rival blogs I saw some supper leggings with a digital print of a meadow in dawn...unusual, and bewildering..but haven't yet made up my mind about them-prints.

Here I guess we get an impressionists skirt in style of Mary Katrantzou. Lovely :)

One for myself too.

Lauren Moore had some awesome rock chick accessories, despite looking very modest and demure herself;  she showed me to her stand, and, believe me, this bag is the least scandalous of them all. I thought the next thing she would get a whip out and would chastise me right there.
But it is an awesomely daring bag as well as all the others and I've got Lauren's email, so for those who's interested feel free to enquire me for the one - I am sure she would be delighted to cast a couple of hardcore punishments.

Boys- one of them just had some shit happened. Eat more rice darling. 
Do you also think the author is  from Brazil? What's that thing about the yellow and green ? no wonder he's got problems with stool.

Interesting print but I'am cringing with blasphemy. Must be personal.

I'am not a huge fan of trinkets and all things beads but this is a decent peace of work that for a student couldn't have been overlooked. So much respect (see all the neatly done seems ). More so, I took the picture for my dearest friend who's crazily into beads and hand-crafting, and who, besides all, is incredibly talented . Hopefully will be linking this picture to her latest piece of art for you too see the relation. So watch this space.

I loved the sketch. She reminded of myself so I decided to marry her and to take her with me. 

 Men's apparel is always great. Sometimes I think it is hard to cook it bad. 

 And some smack-my-bitch-up feckin shoes - so wet your whip ready.

  

A bit of medieval fluff. Loved the immaculate details and colour palette and the use of metallic on the skirt.

There was also a photoshoot too but I don't know what all the fuss was about. 


May be one model was saying to another:
"Oh I spent last night with Mr X.....his X is this big "
"Oh..hehehe"