"Proud people breed sad sorrows for themselves."

I've only watched half this film so far. It's pretty intense. I was trying to watch it last night whilst arranging a cinema trip with my friends, and I just kept having to rewind it because it was difficult to listen and text at the same time. Also my french isn't up to scratch so my distraction wasn't helping. After a while I just gave up texting all together and ignored my phone for a while.
I'm absolutely loving this film so far though.
But so far I have found one flaw. One flaw so far. I was told there was a few if you knew a lot about Chanel (as I do).
As most of you fashion enthusiasts should know, Chanel is famous for her use of the fabric jersey in her designs around 1916. From my knowledge (and research) Chanel got the idea of using jersey because she wanted a woven, lightweight fabric, and this is what her supplier offered her. It was also cheap as it was left over from the war. But previous to this jersey was only really used for men's underwear.
See now this is where the film comes in. In the film, one of her lovers Arthur 'Boy' Capel has a jersey shirt that she loves, and it gives the idea that she gets the idea of jersey from this. But surely this is wrong as I said above jersey was only used for men's undergarments!
I did get told there is a difference to Chanel's true history and this film. But I'm just nit picking.

Just add a little note at the end of my nit picking. Boy is rather nice looking for an older man. Wouldn't you agree?

xo

Listening to Mumford & Sons - Little Lion Man.

Satchels

Having a university at the top of a very steep hill, I need a bag to fit everything in that will go over the body. And in my dreams I was thinking a nice old style satchel would be nice. You know like the ones kids used to wear to school in the 1950s.
For example:


I then perusing through some old magazines that I hadn't read whilst at university found the Mark Jacobs Sasha bag.
And wow.
I fell in love instantly. Obviously the price tag was wayyyyy out of my league, but gosh is it gorgeous.

I especially love this brown, it's also available in black and blue but I find the brown attracts my eye more. Oh what I'd give to feel the soft grained lambs leather... Beautiful.
Also the swallows\doves, make the bag sooooo much cuter!

Then on my hunt for a more reasonably priced satchel I found this:

And it just looks beautiful.
The leather, the stitching, the deep black colour, the contrast of the gold tuck locks....
I am hooked.
This one is from ASOS.
Again I can't afford the price tag, so I have settled for the cheaper non-leather version in brown.
But I just love this bag. This bag is like from a dream.
It just looks like something I would probably use forever. I am the kind of person when it comes to bags to get a simple bag with not too much fuss on it and use it till it breaks down on me. Which is what has happened to my current bag.
Oh what I would do to have this bag....

Well here's my first proper fashion post!

xo

Listening to 30 Seconds To Mars - This Is War album.

Christmas tomorrow!

I like to dress up my rabbit :)

In fact the hat had a bell on the end, but you can't really see it!

I'm home now. Haven't really done much since being home. It's nice to relax and to not have to think about doing work all the time. Not that I haven't thought about work, I've got to sort out work experience somewhere, as well as finishing my designs for my menswear collection... And many other things.

There's this house in my town, that has gone way crazy with the christmas lights. They even have a moving carousel in the front garden with big teddies sat on it! It's mental!! But totally cute to look at.

Not much to update on really. I'll get some sketches and more things about fashion up soon.

Hope you all have a Merry Christmas!

xo

Currently watching Girls in Love (by Jacqueline Wilson).

So what with the almost exciting verging on scary blizzard of snow we had before I left university for home, I have had a very stressful few days. I say scary because it snowed really heavily, thundered and lightninged... If that's even a word. I never knew this was possible! But it is! And it was scary! All the lights were flickering in halls, and Irish was texting me saying how scared she was, with my replies being basically the same back to her. My sister having come to stay round for a couple of days was just amused and entertained by the beauty of the snow. I was scared out of my skin!
Then when it had finally stopped blizzarding and the view from my window was covered in a thick layer of white, Irish made me go outside to talk to her. BIG MISTAKE. The chavs were out at large. Even if it was midnight, they were out throwing snowballs in the car park at whatever poor soul walked past. One of them being me. They aimed with anger. They then followed me and aimed at Irish and I causing us to run inside swearing. I was then too scared to walk back, that Irish tried calling her friend to walk me back. Of course he was useless and lazy. So I had to run back, being aimed ice at. I then didn't leave the flat until I really had to.

The next day I had to walk Irish to the train station. This was not an easy job. The path was stupidly icy, the road was covered in slush meaning any car that drove past splashed us with brown slime, and dragging suitcases along in the snow was not easy. They just dragged along the snow with them. I have no idea how Irish would have done it without our help!
So I've said goodbye to everyone at university. Going to be weird not seeing them everyday but I'm sure I'll survive. I love though how some people have said goodbye to me as if they aren't going to talk to m over the christmas period. This makes you really think, are they really my friends? Or just because they have no one else?
Oh well we shall see.

xo


Currently watching old Top Gear re-runs.

It's Snowing.

That's all.

xo

Listening to N Dubz ft Mr Hudson - Playing with Fire.

Girly Crushes and Irish Humour

You don't know what laughing from the pit of your stomach, when your sides hurt so much you can't breathe is until you meet an Irish. My Irish comes in the form of a girl with the most outrageous humour, she's the cause of my never ending smiles and chatter about boys at all hours of the day. She is also on facebook my wife... As you do...

So being as childish as I am, to the point where I really need to grow up, we spent the day giggling over boys, boys, boys. And being Fashion Design students, with a group of around 70 students, of which two are boys, one is gay, the other is straight, but not worth your time, we don't see a lot of boys often. So today we had a 4 hour break between our lectures and we couldn't be bothered to actually leave uni, we spent the day in the canteen boy watching. And to our surprise we found quite a lot of good looking guys! For a University that mostly does Fashion, and where most of the guys are gay or really not good looking, we were surprised at how many good looking guys there were! We've never seen so many! The last week before Christmas and they all come out of their hiding places!! Why?!?

We also had a great time fantasising (as you do) about our crushes... We will never grow up... Irish found out hers was single, which made her get overly excited, she also got his number. It's like being twelve again when a boy looks at you and you get all giddy and excited and talk about it for the rest of the day. This is how we feel. To see my boy, nicknamed EJ, walk in just makes me stop breathing, and laugh super loud, very embarrassingly as my laugh isn't the most controllable... so it kind of comes out really loud and "hearty" as it was once described by someone. But there's always that feeling in the back of my heart, reminding me that it's going to end in pain. There's nothing that ever goes right for me. Irish on the other hand, seems to have all the luck even if it does end slightly annoyingly, but at least she gets somewhere.

One of my best friends, we call him Gingy, has had a huge crush on a certain someone for a long time now. I think his acts of love have rubbed off on yours truly, as I'm starting to think the way he does. Like collapsing after talking to them in the hallway, seeing them walk towards you and start taking deep, deep breaths. Just little sweet, cute things that you shouldn't really do in public, but that's what makes Gingy so special. He can be who he wants. And his ways have rubbed off on me, I feel like doing these things when EJ walks in the room. I understand Gingy now. I never used to, I just used to accept that's the way he takes things, but now I totally understand why he does them, I want to do them too.

You know it's never unhealthy to feel this way about someone. Honestly it's cute. And if someone doesn't think it's cute then they have a cold heart, and won't understand until they meet someone they truly truly like, and when that day comes they will eat their words and do the exact same things we do.



xo

Listening to Owl City.

The Man In The Chair

Having done no work today and spent most of the time walking into town and back with my friends, talking about girl problems, guys and emos, now avoiding work by writing this. Today is going well, for us all!
Has anyone noticed how much fun it is to walk down the street talking about girl problems rather loud and being quite crude? It really is amusing to watch anyones faces as we walk back look at us in confusion and then you see the look of dawning and then shock. Very funny indeed! Especially when talking about ex-guy friends who don't understand the girl problems fully and you had to explain it to them in "simple" form.
Being a girl is so much fun sometimes!

On to finding something inspirational.
Recently I took a walk into the town near my university and there's this quaint little vintage shop with a room at the back which is just packed full of boxes of old photographs. To think that families haven't wanted to pass down photos of their relatives is really quite sad, but the photographs are just so beautiful. My friend and I spent a good hour or so rooting through the boxes and finding some rather gorgeous photos. I just love the look of them, they're so simple and old.
There's just something really romantic about the past. The way they dressed, the way they were very family oriented and always had family photos taken at some point. Also a lot of the photos were photos of a women and it had writing on the back, a love note or just a note to Nan showing the kids or something. It's just so nice! I know my parents still did this when I was child, sending my school photos to my Nan and things, but its not the same as these photos. Because these weren't just school photos, they were proper set up photographs, costing something just so the Nan can see the kids. It's all very sweet.
So I was going through these photos and found one of a man sat in a chair against a blank background. The specialty of this photo is the fact that he was dressed in World War One gear. And the beauty of the photograph is the chair he was sat on. The chair is so ornate, with detailed swirling carvings. It was just such a perfect photo. But in contrast to the thought that maybe this man had never come back from the war was quite a sad thought. But not to put a dampen on things, this photo was very useful to me for my collection ideas.

xo

Listening to Young Guns.

"What value will there ever be in life, if we are not together?"

Reasons why one is to be so in love with the film Becoming Jane:

1. Not only does Mr James McAvoy look rather dashing in the fashion of this time, but he is also beautiful in every way possible.

2. It is inspiring for a menswear line, especially when looking at military. When you watch the film watch out for all the military inspired buttons, and detailing on the coats.

3. The story is so beautiful, yet extremely sad at the same time. It makes you really understand the pain Jane Austen went through in her short lifetime.

4. Also makes you feel quite lucky to have a longer life expectancy. Also for not having rules and regulations as to how you are to marry.

5. Of course the dresses Anne Hathaway wears. Beautifulllll.

I just love this film.


Listening to: Vampire Weekend.

for the first...

Ten not particularly interesting facts about myself:

1. Oui je peux parler francais! Mais je ne suis pas francaise!
(I also can't spell french very well)

2. Bad luck follows me everywhere. Quite literally.

3. I am a university student studying Fashion Design. First Year.

4. I have some of the best bunch of friends in the entire world. I try to show them how much they mean to me everyday... and fail.

5. I am quite strange the wide variety of things I like. My music taste is wide ranging, as is my interests: nintendo 64 and fashion? Odd I know.

6. I have a tattoo of a wolf on my foot. Wolves are my favourite animal. This doesn't count as two facts as they go hand in hand.

7. I love Paris. Because I lived there. Not because it's "the thing to do".

8. I'm not completely clueless about fashion. I just like taking inspiration from what I see people wear on the street.

9. I am a romantic at heart. And I love all old films from when I was a kid.

10. If I could live during any period in time it would be the Regency period. It's so... romantic.

Well this shall be it for my first post. xo