I have a good job. I work with great people. I’m in fashion. And I’ve almost taken it all for granted. I’ve had to slap myself silly. Because London is not the type of place you want as an enemy. I think I’ll be okay. But I have felt lost. You know, thoughts of wanting more which leads to feelings of emptiness. With that I learned to write down goals (not something I haven’t done many-a-times before) which filled a void. But I also had to answer some serious questions. Karrine Steffans, author of ‘Confessions of a video vixen’ said she doesn’t believe in dreams. She sets goal. That statement couldn’t be more accurate. I don’t believe in goals either. Whenever I wanted something, I always found a way to make it happen. I wanted to live in London, and I wanted to write about fashion. Well done. Pat on the back. More than a lot of people in this bloody country can say for themselves despite thousands of pounds invested in education, internships and ass-kissing. Have I done it all in stride and style? Sometimes. But I’m still hear. And the more I just do me, the more that doors open, even if only a crack.

So, I guess this means I’m back.

Preen Silk chiffon aztec print shirt via farfetch.com

This has to be the third post I have done about this line. I can’t help it.

I’m on a serious mission for PREEN. It has its seriously girly moments, but when Justin Thornton and Thea Bregazzi, the duo behind the line get in with their trousers and sheer tops, they give designers like Alexander Wang and Helmut Lang a serious run for their money.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I love them all. But Wang and Lang have experienced saturation to the highest effect. And I need a bit of a balance. I mean, I am trying to soften things up a bit, you know what I mean.

I mean, look at this stunning Silk chiffon aztec print. This is the depth of Preen when its not in ‘dress’ mode. There’s something for everyone here, don’t underestimate.

See more of my favourite PREEN pieces on my TUMBLR.

After looking at countless pictures of supple skin, piercing eyes and the underdeveloped bodies of young Adonis’, I had to ask myself a serious question: does being attracted to guys that look like girls make a lesbian?

Ever since the Andrej Pejic craze, androgynous men are the rave. And it could be a retaliation to the Freja Beha Erichsen’s of the modelling world who are have more than their fair share of 15 minutes. Shoot, I was attracted to her too. And yes, it is fascinating being intrigued by women who could either or (a guy or girl), ultimately for me, when I strip it down (pun intended) the one with the additional parts wins (and I don’t mean artificial insemination).

But I wonder if it’s attracting anymore than it is bafflement. There is something really intriguing about these man-girls hitting the modelling scene. And while I consider Andrej to be the extreme, I do find pretty guys to be sexy in a precarious way. It might be a bit unrealistic in the ‘real’ world, but it’s quite an interesting concept in fashion.

When they’re young, as these young lads I’m gushing over, they remind of Leonardo DiCaprio’s deceitful innocent. Yes, he did have that je ne sais quoi once upon a time. And no, I don’t know him personally, but from what I see, he’s turned out to be the quintessential alpha male despite those enchanting blue eyes. Yeah, actually, I think, because of how their looks, they can get away with burning down a building. Looks can definitely be deceiving.

As for questioning my sexuality, I don’t know. While I do thoroughly enjoy looking at women, I love them, I think I’m just attracted to pretty faces, and that’s where it ends. It’s all pretty much a superficial admiration for nice eyes and, I suppose, porcelain skin. Ultimately what always gets me manly men, because I’m a man’s girl. I’m attracted to hunters, and I can’t really imagine beautiful boys being any more self-sufficient than myself. But then again, there I go underestimating them once again…

See more of my favourite ‘pretty’ boys on my TUMBLR.

Right about now, and I don’t know why, but everyone of my finger nails are rimmed with black. This always seems to happen with me in London, and picking at dilemma only seems to make it worse. Solution? Tis the weekend for maintenance.

There was a time when I was high maintenance. (And yes, it was a time, considering I have not invested in my appearance since then.) I loved colourful, elaborate nails. Actually, I just loved getting my nails done. By the obvious look of my fingers, even though I live in a ridiculously expensive city, my appearance means more than even the food I consume – that altogether, is another story.

I am 29. Therefore, the days of elaborate designs are done for. But my wardrobe consists of blacks and other muted hues. This means I should probably aim for nail polish that’ll bring out an ounce of my personality.

That said, I am facing a bit of dilemma. While nail design is out of the question, I am determined to wow my colleagues – and strangers alike – with my impeccable taste in branded nail colours.

I am not into glitter, nor am I into reds, pinks or shimmery palettes. But I am into creamy colours. I’m also into the idea of polish by a fashion designer. Chanel? Too played out. Dior, hmm, might do, but not really. Yves Saint Laurent? I’m noticing that one. I was in awe of a limited-edition rich sunshine yellow at Selfridges. Price? £16.50, but it is a showstopper. I may have to consider.

Then there’s Suede by Opi, a forest green that reminds me of colour I bought from Sephora but never wore. I like however, I find it a bit morbid. Yes, morbid. Because beyond my blacks and greys, I am a quirky, silly girl. The last thing I want to do is give off another f**k you vibe.

But then there’s a lovely deep teal blue called Muse by Illamasqua. Very sexy, indeed. Seems to add the right balance between serious and light hearted. I’m confused!

Until I find this acid-orange shade by Givenchy Vernis. Y’know, I like anything Givenchy: make-up, clothes, models, it doesn’t matter. But I really like this creamy orange against my toffee complexion.
Well, I suppose, it’s been narrowed down to two. Which one will I choose, I suppose the saga continues.

Gucci’s Frida Giannini is honing her automotive design skills. The creative director has helped to thrust the fashion house into a whole new hemisphere by teaming with Fiat’s Centro Stile to release the 500byGucci: a limited-edition mini coop.

The collaboration was presented during opening day of Milan Fashion Week as well as at the Geneva International Auto Show that took place in March. The editions come in black and white, and are embellished with Gucci’s signature red and green stripes. What’s even better is that the car will be available exclusively online.

I once owned a Gucci bag, many years ago. And though my taste has become more refined, I notice that through Frida’s direction, is becoming a lot more sophisticated, as demonstrated here. This collaboration is to celebrate both the 150^th anniversary of the unification of Italy and Gucci’s 90^th anniversary – both being monumental and emblematic to Italy’s identity.

Retailing at £14,565 OTR for the 1.2 litre while the award-winning 0.9 litre TwinAir, is priced at £15,765 OTR this is certainly an investment. But if you’re passionate about luxury, and if you’re always wanted to own Gucci at in its finest moment, this is a good investment.

I have always considered Gucci to be one of the more innovative brands when it comes to implementation and creation. I can certainly see it being something rather personal. I wouldn’t drive this car during a night on the town. Quite the contrary. More like, possibly, driving the countryside, on the way to the beach. But then again, perhaps that how personal brands like this have become to me. You don’t need to show it off to the world, you need revel in the luxury.  

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Last year it was men in skirts. Then heels. Lipstick. Now it’s sequins. Hey, that’s not so bad. Quite frankly, the world has seen worse. But Givenchy’s sequins – as seen its Paris Fashion Week round up – is painted in a rich forest green adding a bit of masculinity. I kind of like it. I’m not a green girl. But it’s the colour of nature and fertility. Despite all the heavy florals throughout the collection, there’s no party going on here. There’s strong Amazon references (South American, perhaps?) Exoticism. Eroticism. Natural beauty.

Check out my Tumblr to see more images from the collection.

Based on the tweets on the Missoni presentation, one has to wonder what was more interesting: the cheese being served as Hors d’œuvres, or the fact that Angela Missoni reinvented the Olympic tracksuit designed by Ottavio Misson, the brand’s founder, for the 1948 games. Both, as it turns out, were amusing, though the latter was far more significant.

London is hosting the 2012 Olympics . It’s a befitting muse for the 2012 collections. The presentation was emblematic for all things sportswear: shorts, cable-knit sweaters and classic cut cardigans that are sure to be picked up by those buff-up athletes hitting the tracks. And of course, what would Missoni be without colour however, the staples were blacks and greys. Practicality at its best.

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See more images on my TUMBLR

Well, those and this super sweet Navajo camo weekender by Trussardi 1911. I know. There was a time when I updated this blog three times a day. Sometimes more. But I’m a bit busy as of late – especially since moving back to the ‘city of smoke’. And I’ve taken a bit more interest in my Tumblr Account. Y’know: expressing myself through visuals rather than just mere words. And the ‘words’ have been translating into work with other avenues.

Trussardi 1911 Navajo Camo Weekender via SlamXHype

I’m noticing more and more people adapting to the androgyny in fashion trend I’ve been talking about for a couple of years now. But when I put myself together, and really analyse my style, as much as I like men’s clothing, it doesn’t quite come across as androgynous on me. It’s probably all to do with my curves, hairstyle, make-up. To be honest, I don’t really think about it as androgynous anymore. Matter-of-fact, as I’ve said before on this blog, I’ve been wearing men’s clothes since I was a kid – my Dad’s clothing. So, I guess it’s all just ritualistic dressing for me.

I’m also starting to pick up on gimmicks. It’s an ugly word I know. But it is what it is. For some people it’s a haircut, for others it’s an article of clothing. For me, well, I don’t have one. I wonder if that’s a bad thing. I mean, as much as I love menswear, I also have a penchant for embellished accoutrements and exquisite gowns. I guess menswear is a practicality for me. A reality from the ball room gowns and dresses I wish I could wear. Though, I must admit, I don’t have any desire to walk around town as some kind of obvious fashion plate. Kudos to those who do, though.

Hey I’ve done something I’m super duper proud of (sounds corny, I know). But the thought of making an attempt to do what I have done is like, total brownie points. But I’m treading lightly with it. And when it comes together, I’m gonna share it with you all.

See more of my favourite pieces on my TUMBLR