
Thursday, 28 July 2011
Your rolled up sleeves and your skull t-shirt

Monday, 18 July 2011
Lashtastic

Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Blondarexia: totally addicted to bleach

Blondarexia: Being so addicted to bleaching your hair that it's almost white, flat, monochromatic and burnt to a frazzle.
Monday, 11 July 2011
No Pizza before Beefa

However, my excitement was ever-so-slighty tainted by a wee bit of panic. I looked in the mirror and had that realisation that if I don't do anything quickly then I won't be looking like Megan Fox in a bikini when the end of August rolls round. (Or never will. BUT, HEY, I CAN DREAM).
Thursday, 7 July 2011
"If you're going for classy, that ship sailed 3 tattoo's ago..."

Recently, I found myself defending my body illustrations to a group of boys who stood around me and condescendingly asked, "What are you gonna do when you're an old lady?" "I'll be an old lady with tattoos. I'll be retired. I won't do anything." In the past, I have had strange men grab my forearm, twist it around and question why I've had this tattoo and what it means. "Why did you have a broken heart? Is it because your heart was broken?" Yes, obviously. But actually the tattoo is not an accurate depiction. The tattoo is in half, in reality my heart was in pieces. Even if I decided to have it removed, the ink may be gone but the memory would remain. My decision to commemorate a very difficult time of my life by injecting indelible ink into my arm (I quite literally wear my heart on my sleeve) is just that - mine. For me, it is a reminder that you can move on and recover. But for a lot of other people it is an excuse to be insensitive, condescending or judgmental.
The main difference between me and these men is that I love tattoos and they don't. I think David Beckham looks like a work of art, they think he looks like a thug. I love Megan Fox's gothic poems and they probably think they're self-indulgent. And I love mine. I love the arabic writing I have for my family (my family are arabic before you play the language card) and I love the little umbrella that my best friend also has tattooed on her. And if I were to ever get married, I'd probably tattoo the guys name on me as well. (When people say that's a risky idea, I think that sounds like signing a prenup for your skin.) Tattoo's are entirely subjective. What I find beautiful, you may not and vice versa. And that's fine.
I don't regret a single one of them and I highly doubt I will. What I do regret is having to answer rude, judgemental questions just because people can see them. In the same way, I don't walk up to certain gentlemen with insane hairdo's (that my brother-in-law once accurately described as "exciting") and say,"You're going to regret wearing your hair in that inexplicable fashion in the future", you shouldn't say the same to me about my tattoos.
Or maybe next time, I'll just wear a jacket.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
Fashion heaven
Elie Saab presented the most breathtaking collection of gowns I have ever seen at Paris Couture Week.
There are literally no words, it's just so perfect.


There are literally no words, it's just so perfect.



Hair today, icon tomorrow

Similarly in Emma Watson's case, her razor sharp crop took her from geek to chic; from school girl to fashion icon. Now I'll admit that when she won the Fashion Icon award at the Elle Style Awards earlier this year, it seemed to me as though they had simply rewarded Emma for wearing a lusted-over studded Burberry trench and for slicing her locks off - "THAT DOES NOT AN ICON MAKE" I bellowed!

But ever since she won the girl has truly lived up to her new title and I've been proved wrong. Opting for mini's mostly, she's been sporting some of the hottest designers around - Hakaan, Marchesa and of course, Burberry. And, pictured below at the photocall for the new Harry Potter movie, Emma hit another fashion home run all the while proving that you can grow out an elfin cut stylishly (having done it myself, it's not easy).

Still, cutting ones hair isn't always a great idea. Remember these?


Tuesday, 5 July 2011
How to go blonde by Katy Perry

When Katy Perry debuted a new "accidental" ginger hue last week at her perfume launch in Toronto I squealed in delight. I LOVE IT! Unfortunately though, she's not keeping it.
Mrs Russel Brand tweeted about her new look: "2get to goal I have 2b ginger for 3WKS. If I don't wait 3WKS, I'll end up w/no hair or a #pixiecutw/abaretteinthefront. It's okay, I'll get to my secret colour soon! #patience".
Text talk translation: to go from having dark hair to blonde, she has had to stop half way at ginger and let her hair recover from the bleach for a few weeks. But to me, this accidental hair colour is something she needs to keep! I LOVE the ginger on her - it goes so well with her kitsch 50s siren look she sports (and generally I'm not keen on dyed black hair on pale skins, it's too severe). Katy is naturally blonde though (hard to believe I know) so I'm sure she look like a total bombshell when she achieves her final look.
I did a similar thing last year. Though not quite as extreme as Katy's, I went from brown to blonde (with an unwelcome stop at ginger blonde on the way). Because I waited a couple of months and I still had hair left at the end.


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