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Greetings Dudes,
This Christmas was far better than I had previously forecasted. So was my New Years. My Birthday also beat the odds I had set against it. That will explain this recent absence; I have been positively drunk, happy, exhausted and distracted.

There are some God-awful images that can serve as evidence to prove this miracle. Some far too explicit to post. I would also like to thank and simultaneously blame Beyonce (for the awful combination of all four excuses) for my absence. Just saying. #Drunkinloveallmonth
I even flew to Morocco for my Birthday for a short stint in the sun. Yes I did have a few moments on the beach too, no graining on any wood though. I was on my best behaviour. I will sum up that trip in a few short words: Sun. Sea. Sand. Shisha. Tagine. Haggling. Camel. Chaffing. Bruised. Thighs. Colour. Tan. Tea. Herbs. Spices. Massages. Sauna. Dehydration. Hilarious. Argan Oil. Random. New. Friends. Beyonce. Bikini. Body. Perves. Sexual Harassment.
My previous post saw me creating a Wishlist; I can honestly admit that I had no faith in my nearest and dearest fulfilling such a list – I am a person who goes out forthright and gets what I want, as I rarely receive what I want or what I expect. Not that I get lame gifts – just ‘different’ gifts. Or gifts I am yet to find a use for. Thanks Mum. Without sounding ungrateful of course… So that Wishlist wasn’t a Wishlist after all… Merely a slightly boastful post about all the shit I actually did intend to buy for myself in order of priority.
I also like to get things whilst they are hot – and available in my size! So, whilst being told by such dearest, NOT to purchase anything from my Wishlist until after my birthday – I bloody well missed out on that ASOS Mesh Maxi Dress. Pissed. However – you win some, you lose some. I managed to lose 2KG in weight, gain a new Mr Right and receive all but two of the things off of that list.

Plus my eBay game was indeed on fire and gained myself an off-tha-chain Vintage Leather Borg Flight Jacket. Which I have casually thrown together with just about EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE. ALL THE DAMN TIME.

So here we are:

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  • Jacket, Vintage
  • Jeans, River Island
  • Mesh Top, Silence & Noise
  • Bra, H&M
  • Back Pack, Topshop
  • Boots, Vagabond
  • Earrings, Accessorize
  • Necklace, (Gift, need to enquire source!)

My mother has never been very fashionable, and I would never have wanted to inherit her jeans. Or any other garments for that matter. Albeit, if I did take on my mothers jeans that she could no longer get into, it would have saved me waiting for the Mom Jeans craze to hit the High Street and, in tandem, saved my sister a pretty penny too. River Island Mom Jeans: Let me just take a moment to grieve for my thighs. *sighs*

They incurred a serious level of affliction when I first tried on the original Christmas Gift. In a size 8. Just what was my darling sister thinking? Bless her, I will take it as a compliment – or perhaps an indication that she desires me to further lose weight. My Lord, they did not even go past my knees! So the jeans were kindly exchanged for a size 12 and here I am, snug as a bug in them. They are a little low in the crouch than I would like, but a super-thick denim, so call it air-con… And just who do I think I am wearing double-mesh? Move over double-denim; over it. Some may think that I think I am too cool, wearing a mesh top and cheekily pairing it with a mesh bag too. Pffft. Others will perhaps just think I am a little bit ‘slutty’ and that I have no absolute care for the security of my personal possessions. I guess breasts do serve as a personal possession, so I guess that assumption would be fair.

Speaking of breasts…. Oh-my-life how uncomfortable that bra is! H&M, great on style, but on this one not on quality; the ‘bone’ of the Pin-up Style bra, has dug into and marked up my back … and probably repositioned my ribs. It now looks like I have been auditioning for 12 Years a Slave. Awesome and moving movie by the way. I will now be purchasing the stupidly-priced Victoria’s Secret version of that bra. The one I originally wanted but couldn’t afford and therefore went to H&M for refuge of my pride.

 

That’s all for now, but I will be reviewing other gifts, including the Tom Ford Lipstick!

Can I get a whoop?

 

La Minx

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Ho Ho Ho…

Too early? Blame my eager-beaver crimbo-elf of a colleague who has been burdening my life with the Ultimate Christmas Countdown. Since August.

So I am now kinda in the spirit of things – not that I should be. Somehow I have still managed to spend more than I wanted to on gifting. Blame my ever-expanding family. My siblings need to stop procreating – at least for a few months. I intended to be the ultimate scrooge and use my perfectly good excuse of saving for a mortgage to curb my spending, and justify the lumps of coal my nieces and nephews would have found in their little stockings hanging by the open fire. I couldn’t bring myself to do it, their wee little chubby-cherub faces… So like last year (when my excuse was saving for a wedding) I have given in. Only little gifts, but still somehow my account is back in the red. Bah Humbug.

My AC really needs to get back to Black. I love all things black, this is a well known fact. I have an appetite for Gothic things; leather, lace, spikes, patent, mesh, velvet…. BDSM… Its a stark contrast to the all-white Catholic ideologies I was raised with. I was going to wear a white wedding dress though – give me that much credit. I dunno, maybe this dark affair is a rebellion? I’ve tried to wear a bit more colour over the years, but recently i’ve found myself happily plunged back into the abyss – where I am most at peace.

It doesn’t help that all I listen to lately is Trap Music – All Black Everything. Finally, people are beginning to understand that just about everything is better in Noir!

So here is my very alternative Wishlist. Oh Santa baby!

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  • 1. Mom Jeans, River Island
  • 2. Leather Basebal Jersey, Vintage
  • 3. Patent Mesh Bag, Topshop
  • 4. Leather Snake Print Shoe, OFFICE SHOES
  • 5. True Coral Lipstick, Tom Ford
  • 6. Suede Fringe Duffle Bag, Topshop
  • 7. Quilted Bralette, Topshop
  • 8. Mesh High Waist Knicker, Topshop
  • 9. Mesh Maxi Dress, Asos
  • 10. Leather Biker Jacket, Whistles
  • 11. Metal Ankle Strap Leather Court, Zara

Note how nearly everything is see-through, now i’ve dropped a few pounds (more than a few but I figured I would be modest ya know) I seem to have absolutely no shame or hesitation in wearing openly BDSM numbers in public. I am so grateful fashion has made a nosedive into filth – I have been yearning to display my freaky bits for oh-so long.

All these wonderful things are available to buy this season.

I am trying my very hardest not to purchase them right now, considering T’is the season for giving and all that. However, my birthday is just around the corner so I guess I can get away with a few “To…me, From… me” purchases next paycheck….

Laters,

La Minx

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Hey Boos’

I am a firm believer in the saying; “Do it once, do it right”. I tend to like to apply this quote just about anywhere to just about anything. Hair, make-up, a task at work (albeit that somehow doing tasks a multitude of times to suit multiple opinions seems to be the option chosen by all but me) relationships and buying clothing, gifts and accessories. You see, it is all to easy to fail, especially if you act in haste.

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My friends know I am the last in and last out. Punctuality is not my middle name. I habitually wait until the last possible minute for anything. However, I seem to have the last laugh because I avoid awkward moments such as: Arriving to a party first out of every invitee and waiting, trying not to look like a loner, trying not to spend all the nights petty cash on ‘waiting time drinks’, trying to avoid that creepy-seedy-looking guy at the bar waiting for you whilst you’re waiting for them. In fact, my time-keeping may be shit, but I never waste time; I have a nose for arriving just when its hot, or buying things at the best possible moment. Black-Friday is my middle name. Also, I do things once. Get things done. Do shit right… right at the last moment but right. So whilst all y’all early birds have too much time for error. I leave no room for it. It is a skill I shall so audaciously declare.

Yes I am that irritating Ebay Bidder that ‘oh-so-happens’ to get in there when there is 4sec to go on the clock. Thats right you silly early bidders whom wrench the price up with your all-too-eager premature ejaculatory selves! One lucky lastminute.com-find I managed to bag was indeed this awesome Leather Borg number. Yes I have posted about it before, but I thought I would brag post about it and another last min find; RiRi’s Talk That Talk Lipstick for Mac. I managed on the day, as I do, to casually rock into Harvey Nic’s London while there were just two left. I bought both. It was 9.32am on the launch day. *Two steps like a boss*.

Haters gone hate right?

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But sometimes I am just plain old fast-assed. I decided, when there was far too much excess month at the end of my paycheck, that I would be quick footed and buy a ‘DUPE’ version of the Vagabond Boot. The Libby Heeled Lace-Up in OFFICE carried a weighty price-tag of £100. Despite knowing that an OFFICE-in-house-resident friend of mine would score me a discount – if I waited until the following month. I was eager-beager and wandered into Topshop, carelessly stumbled across their Astrix Platform Lace-up Boot and somehow, they ended up leaving the store with me for a snippit of the price of the Vagabond’s.

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… And after a few weeks of wearing the poorly-crafted-clonks, they ended up leaving me with a snippit of my baby toes intact. I HAVE NEVER HAD A CORN IN MY LIFE! *whimpers*

These boots and the dodgy inside seams, narrow fit and rough faux-leather upper, left my toes hanging onto my feet for dear life! Lordy!

So onto Ebay they went as quickly as I got them in the first place, and onto OFFICE I ventured, in tandem with my bestie-stroke-footwear-hookup …and into my bag went the Vagabonds. At long last.

And this my friends, is why I am not fast-assed.

Buy once, buy right. – Modedelaminx

Thats my quote for life.

La Minx

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Do(Gu) – ing it, Do(Gu)-ing it, Do(Gu)-ing it well…. I represent Queens, she was raised out in Brooklyn.

My, oh my those lyrics for that legendary LL Cool J hit are absolute filth.

I love that song.

Don’t judge me. Although – if you do I wouldn’t be entirely mad. Its funny because just last week, I was talking about pre-schoolers walking down Shoreditch with full ass cheeks hanging out of their apparently vintage turn-up denim thongs shorts. I mean fully out. In fact I have witnessed a few ass-calamities of late; girls wearing white knickers and them see-through, cheap looking leggings. In fact, anyone who wears surely-sheerly-nearly-black leggings should be stopped dead in their weave-tracks and told about this categorical error, so that they can have the opportunity to put this epic fail right. It is only fair. It is only right. Barely-there leggings and crop-top combo seem to be the next big thing. Girls are letting it all hang out – lunch and all. But seriously, this business of both cheeks being out of doors is not cool – I mean if I can see involuntary twerkage with raw skin – summat ain’t right!

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I’m here like… for real? But who am I to judge?

Like I said last week… sometimes I like to push it. (Salt N’ Peppers’ Here...)

Like I pushed it recently, by wearing Stockings outside of the bedroom. Yeah I know ‘Underwear’s the new Outerwear’ has been done and done-did again, but still – I think although Corsets, Bralets and High-Waisted Knickers have made it safely onto the streets of Portobello and happily disassociated themselves with the streets of Kings Cross – Stockings are still a little Taboo

So Taboo that some Ol’ Jamaican dude thought he would interject my happy-go-lucky-stocking-wearing-strut down the street with his unwanted opinion, “Do you want to degrade yourself any further”. Now I be like, “Who you talking to?” (trying my darn hardest to refrain from – shut yo’ mouth fool) Perhaps if his eyes were more focused on his ‘toe-up’ looking woman (who was galloping alongside him) rather than at my inbetweens, he wouldn’t have noticed my underwear-disguised-as-outerwear. Just saying.

Guess we all judge a little sometimes.

So I will let you, my friends, followers and fash-hoes be the judge of my absolutely GuGu, second crazy installment of what can only be called Cats on Crack. Here I am werkin… but not twerkin’ in the Park with my Pussy Galore Top. See I think stockings can be worn – in the right context of course – so not to a Christening or any even mildly Religious affair… I do have some tact.

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I guess its that age old saying… Whats good for the Goose is not good for the Gander… I was gonna reference the one about stones, but I know I’d be pelted by my elders for sure.

As the wise old Jay-Z said; “Somewhere in America, Miley Cyrus is still Twerkin’

Yes… Twerk Miley Twerk. There is a little hoochie in every lady out there.

So on that note….

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Laters,

La Minx

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Hey!

So we are almost half-way through 2013… I’m not sure how we have managed already to get five months into the year. The months have gone by so very quickly. This makes me feel a tad uneasy. I feel like my life is hurtling through time at 1000mph. Too fast. However, the speed gives me some relief; in all honesty I can not wait for this year to be over. 2013 has sucked for me thus far but I’m faithful in thinking that life can only get better from here? *Cue Drakes “Started From The Bottom” Track*. If Drake’s music is not to your taste try “The Only Way Is Up“, by Yazz and the Plastic Population instead. Either way, I’m sure you guys are with me on the poetic thought that when your down at the lowest level, with nowhere lower to go – upwards is the only option. Speaking of Hip-Hop and Popular 80s-90s music – Fashion has been rather pimped-up and thugged-out as of late – as you know I love this era being the latest inspiration for clothing design and that – but I think retailers (and teeny boppers) are still going overkill on it; the high-street now looks like Fat Joe choked up on a Big Mac and threw up all over Oxford Street. Huff. One of the reasons that I’m up sh*t creek without a paddle is the fact that I’m almost flat broke… I’m at present on a career break and to be honest, what I thought would be a liberating sabbatical experience is really a dire styling disaster. I can’t buy nada! To make things worse, my appetite for new “garmz” has suddenly inflated; Poetic Justice?

So I created a WISHLIST for May 2013; literally a collage of all the stuff I really wish I could afford.

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So have fun clicking on my favourites and spending your hard earned cash and that… (hating much?) These picks are perfect for festival season. I am IN LOVE with the Lazy Oaf Cat Leggings – being a mad cat lady and all.. and the Judgement Day Print Sweater from Mr Gugu & Miss Go is overly DOPE. You guys know how I feel about “see through” garments – so simply yet sexy – Motel have punked up the uber-feminine summer Baby Doll with black transparent mesh. I’m thinking nipple coverings, sans bra a la Iggy Azalea? Work, Work, Work ,Work, Working on my….

Good luck getting your mits on that limited edition Rhianna “RiRiWoo” Lipstick at MAC. OMG its lush – might have to just be added to my lipstick collection *breaks into piggy bank for small change*.

Love and Kisses,

La Minx

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Hey Y’all

Happy Springtime! (If you live in the Northern Hemisphere of course) I thought I would post a quick cheeky post on this mighty fine day. Now, I don’t want to talk too soon but this is AWESOME weather for London – not sure how the rest of the UK is hanging, in fact, sorry Midlands, Wales, Ireland and “Up North” I don’t actually care, because for a hot minute, it IS actually a HOT minute down here – Gloat much?

I spent this afternoon in the park with my best friend Abigail and her dog Onyx, and all of the other doggies Onyx engaged with, rolled around the grass with etc… I thought it was an ideal occasion to whip my self-waxed legs out (you know times are hard when you can only afford to do the “essential areas”), and my recently trim tum too (been putting the hours in the gym – not quite there but I’ve come a long way trust me). The weather was perfect to showcase my new Topshop Fringed Lace Vest… The back of it is pretty amazing, and the fringing is just the right length and material, plus its festival season so its very apt right about now…(funk soul brothers…)

Who likes short shorts?

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So thats all for now folks, I’m off to have an iced-lolly and you know that computers and frozen treats don’t mix…

Excuses, excuses,

Laters,

La Minx

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Hey Followers and Friends,

…So The Iron Lady lives no more…

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*Thatcher with her Stylist

In my most humble opinion, Margaret Thatcher was a super stylish kinda chick in her day. Thatcher cared about fashion; often calling on personal stylists to dress her for political events and appearances. Like HRH the Queen, she cared about modesty, the importance of colour, fabric and cuts. She had a staple sense of fashion: simple yet effective. She had her ‘go to’ pieces and an iconic way of outfitting; forever in a midi skirt with matching jacket, not forgetting a handbag in tow, Thatcher reigned supreme. I feel I am too young and inexperienced with politics to discuss her controversial impact on the nation with the policies she enforced whilst at her height in governing the UK etc… Even if I was enlightened slightly with The Iron Lady film and the recent constant bombardment of news media covering her life in full – I still wouldn’t use my blog to air my conclusions. I love being frank with you guys, I use my blog to talk openly about my thoughts and feelings as and when – even slipping the odd overly personal detail (which I am sure you guys love) but there are limits and boundaries – It is a Style Blog after all? So style shall be the prime focus, the focus of this stylish woman in her prime has been the inspiration for my latest outfit!

A Political Affair

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I received this wonderful pullover blouse from Cats Eyes Boutique after my modeling stint on ASOS Marketplace. Its a wonderful gift and very Ode de Thatcher – So I thought I would do this piece justice by pairing it with a prim and proper midi skirt – this one from Topshop is great; its not as thin as the regular mini/tube skirts and the material is a little softer. I purchased my midi two sizes smaller than usual, as I didn’t want any “give” at the bottom. The amazing platform shoes from OFFICE are part of a “Wooded” range they have currently. I think a wooded wedge is so current and a much needed ‘move on’ from the traditional espadrille sole unit. The straps are comfortable, and are buttoned with plenty sizing holes. The gold squared buckle is a nice touch also. These shoes look really expensive, however they are under the £60 marker – thats a lot of shoe for little money, considering the competitor offers are circa £90! The only thing missing from this outfit is a Mulberry Black Bayswater Tote – a quintessentially british designer bag that I just know The Iron Lady would apporve of…

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*Thatchers clothing auctioned for £75k in 2009

Until the next post, for now, I bid you farewell *waves cordially*

La Minx

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Hey Friends,

Hope you are all well?
It seems Spring has finally made a much welcomed appearance in old London Town – about freaking time! 
So I have come to the timely end of my “One Flick Kinda Chick” post, if you haven’t yet read the first two installments scroll down or click “previous” on the tab above this post. I really have enjoyed using Cult Classic movies as the stimuli to my outfits this month. It gave me an excuse to wear what most dare not, put a hoochy frock or two on, and have a bit of role play in my life. I enjoyed embodying all those crazy and outlandish characters – I also enjoyed the public reactions, the pervy ones less so. I still maintain my theory that everything was better in the 80’s and 90’s; films, fashion, music, travel costs, holiday fees and tax rates. However it appears that I’m not the only one reaching for that nostalgic wardrobe number every now and then. The high-street are killing it; every mannequin has a stupid beanie hat and string vest on. Chunky boots and batty-riding-fanny-skimming shorts on. Killing my damn vibe. Good job I like to skip through eras, I’m kinda over this whole – 1994: Lil’ Kim-when-she-used-to-date-Biggie look. Every chick aged 17-28 now looks the same: Beanie Hat – Check. Varsity Jacket – Check. High Waisted Denim Shorts – Check. Slogan-Bearing Oversized Tee – Check. Ali-G Chaps Chain – Check. Dr Martens – Check. I’m done. Over it. Roll on the next trend please?

So here’s what this weeks wardrobe had instore…

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I am in love with this dress. Although I am not a fan of anything too feminine, this studded (…and very ‘boobie’), faux-leather number from the Oh My Love Concession at Topshop is pretty awesome! As much as I love the idea of an all in one leather jumpsuit affair – I’m not a fan of uber-sweaty glandular areas. Fact.

I’m loving up-cycling and reinventing bits and bobs, like the bag chain being used as a belt, as well as the leather bolo-tie rope as a choker. I also saved £25 on achieving the Scissor Hands Stiletto nails by buying acrylic falsies on Ebay, then filing and painting them myself! Winning!

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  • Dress, Louche at Joy
  • Belt, Accessorize
  • Tights Walford
  • Wedge Shoes, OFFICE 

I adore 1950’s hair do’s… so much so that I have perfected many-a-style! I promise to show you guys and dolls how its done on the next few beauty posts. Just need to fix my tripod! This matching dress and shoe combo is very Rockabilly. In summer I may dare to wear this dress without tights, perhaps with an open toe tan shoe? With a banana heel. Gotta love a banana heel! The dress is a little short however, a lot of Marylyn moments… *note to self do not wear a thong with this dress*

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Ooooh how this outfit is verging on HOOOOOOOCHIE!

The double layering of Vintage Jackets, Tights and the addition of a Scarf hopefully illustrates to the public that I have some sense of modesty… well at least I hope so. If it helps your judgement, I did purposefully pull the Knitwear down a bit to showcase (my bosom) the epically embellished Bralette…. I swear! I also ‘upcycled’ my American Apparel Easy Jeans; as you loyal readers know, I have had them a few years now…. I have made them last as long as possible; re-dying them, re-hemming them, putting elastic in the waist (when I got a little tubby at Christmas), and sewing back on the button (that popped off due to over-eating at Christmas). However, the little slit in the leg soon transformed into something somewhat resembling what the almighty Hulk-could-have-done-it hole… that sadly couldn’t be patched back up. I blame all the drop-down-low-like-a-hoe dancing I was doing. Don’t judge me. So out the scissors came and “walla” there you have it, denim shorts. Winning. Winning indeed damn it.

In other news, I had my first modeling gig last week for a lush Vintage Boutique called Cats Eyes at Asos MarketPlace! Check out my little stint and all of the rare gems the Boutique has to offer! I also appeared in a feature film being directed by one of my best friends, she is in a group called Boadicea Ladies and she also has her own agency by the name of FreeYourStyle Collective; she makes some awesome short films with her sister! Check out “The Sohawon Sisters” on YouTube. I promise its a great watch!

Until next week homies!

Better believe it took me double the usual time to type this post with these damn Stiletto foolish nails! Where’s the acetone at?

Laters,

La Minx

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Hey Dudes

So it’s been a long time; I shouldn’t have left you.. Without a dope beat to step to….
I know; the consistency of this blog really hasn’t been up to scratch.. Neither has the consistency of my life; I’ve been ‘Under The Bridge’, on a ‘Roller Coaster Of Love’ I now have ‘Scar Tissue’ and decided to ‘Give It Away’ here and there…
For all you Red Hot Chilli Peppers’ fans out there – big shout out to you homies!
I recently saw a guy that reminds me of the main squeeze from the band; a superhuman cross between Antony Keidis (when he was sexy and had long tresses) and Taboo from B.E.P (when he also believed in the Samson philosophy) as if they got together, sans-uterus, and made a perfect long-haired love child. I saw this example of perfection at a dance show; dancing (with the most amount of core control.. like EVER) to an XXYYXX track; all side-lit, smoke effect, black attire…808 and Synths kinda suave… *whimpers*
Anyway, I won’t go on about that for much longer – but i will say this; if you ladies were there you too wouldn’t ever feel the same about that XXYYXX song again, you too would have the track ‘About You’ on repeat in the iDock with the hybrid dude in questions’ image as your wallpaper/screensaver – all zoomed in and shit. Trust me. I know that’s a little crazy.. The things we do in the comforts of our bedrooms?… Okay the things I do in the comfort of my bedroom.. Makes me glad the Truman show is not really a reality (see what I did there?) I sure am glad that I do not have hidden cameras in my home, and that I’m not apart of a freaky-fly-on-the-wall documentary. Well as far as I know I’m not…*looks around frantically*.

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So I thought I’d overload you guys with some film references. I’m a retro cult classic kinda gal; I find a lot of my tastes in clothing have derived from nostalgic film memories.. They are usually from the 80s and 90s but can go as far back as the 50s era.. I’m not a person that can watch current movies’ more than once, I seriously have a one-flick-tolerance with anything post 1998… But classics? Oh shit; burnt out the tape in the VHS from the sheer amount of replays of;
The Demolitian Man
Death Becomes Her
Mannequin
BeetleJuice
Splash
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Pretty Woman
Dirty Dancing
House Party
Little shop of Horrors
Feris Bulers Day Out
Coming to America
Police Academy
See no Evil Hear no Evil
Edward Scissorhands
Bebe’s Kids
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Oh I need to stop there. The list is endless; well that’s not true, I’m not a movie whore, only some movies make the final cut (did it again..)
This week; I pulled out my Underground Creepers and new Bitching and Junkfood Dungarees for a tribute to Wesley in The Demolition Man. I had to toss a bit of lace on it for a bit off sass…and the heavy duty Borg-Leather? Oh that baby is a Vintage number from California..

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Now I would have loved loved loved to have been confident enough to pull this cage-body chain off with only a bra underneath.. But I’m not quite ready for that yet. Instead, I chucked it over this dry, boxy Topshop number; the split and the grey marl colour saved this dress from being awful. Putting statement bling on a plain t-shirt dress = winning!
This is a tribute to the effortlessly sexy lady in Death Becomes Her.. Damn..she was hot.
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House Party was a seriously Dope film… Dope for music; a nice introduction to New Jack Swing. Dope for Dance; had me up in my Living Room doing all of the routines. Dope for fashion; I wasn’t a cool kid way back then, I destroyed most family photos of me in shit cardigans and shell suits… but now, I love everything uncool that my parents put me in… I love it so much that I practically bought back everything I once put into the clothes bank. Not because Rhianna has made it cool again; just because, in the last five years, I’ve grown to appreciate the generous cuts, crazy graphics and shit materials everything back then was processed in. Found this wonderful Italian Angora Cardigan in a nice little Vintage shop up my road, haggled the price down and have been grinning like a Cheshire Cat ever since.

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Tribute to Baby….

Last up for this post is a number I pinched from my ex’s mothers wardrobe…Vintage, madonna cones and baby coral? Had to be mine… I’ve owned it for over a year but whip it out when I can! She is a real cutie… In reference to Baby in Dirty Dancing… Perfect for spring, worn with boots, sandals or dressy shoes, I’ve gone for geek-sweet socks-and-shoe combo…Always adored a ruffly sock or two (well a pair, preferably a matching pair). I used to get all inappropriately aroused at the dance studio bit….You know the bit I mean.

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So I used to strut around my room, trying to copy the sexy moves, all touching up my body and flicking my hair, until my dad barged in asking if I wanted a cup of warmed milk…He just stood there, looking really hacked off, and a little disturbed. I was eleven. Hey, I’m sure the classification was wrong? I blame the BBFC. Now that I’m all grown up, I still dance like a hooker to the same bit, minus dads’ presence, but still with the addition of a cup of warm milk of course…

Dirty Dancing
Baby Outfit 2

Baby Outfit

Baby Outfit 3

Baby Outfit 4

Baby Outfit 5

  • Denim Levis Jacket, Levis
  • Baby Doll Cortchet Dress, Vintage
  • Earrings, Accessorize
  • Tights, Marks & Spencers
  • Socks,Topshop
  • Palest Purple Nail Colour, Superdry
  • Suede Shoes, OFFICE

I’m so looking forward to continuing this cult film ode in my next few posts.. I’ve already got some of the outfits laid out waiting to shoot!

Keep your eyes peeled homies…

Until then,
La Minx
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Hello Friends,

My week has been positively Meh! Incredibly Blah! As well as complete and utter Shhh…

Getting home after hours from work… like ALL WEEK and having to stand up on public transport, *tuts* like the ENTIRE JOURNEY *rolls eyes*.
However there have been some highlights…
These include:
Old Rasta man clipping his (dinosaur-cretin-like) finger nails on the Tube, then having the audacity to scrape the dirt out from beneath them, rolling this into a ball and then flicking it onto the floor.
Eastern European man, digging ferociously into his nostrils, as if he were trying to locate Where’s Wally. He also had the cheek to roll the remnants into a ball and flick it onto the floor. Hate for public transport?
African lady, snapping her gum loudly in my ear on the Overground (pet hate Numero Uno), whilst shouting down the phone as if she were really trying to communicate to the other side of the earth.
Purchasing Haagendaaz ice-cream from the Turkish shop up my road, getting home excitedly – only to discover a moldy and thawed Cookie Dough – Yes I did still attempt to eat it. These are hard times.
A dog dressed in a coat cuter than mine with a strut fiercer than Grace Jones’.
School kids rocking hairstyles that I used to have in the 90’s… Nostalgia.
Lastly, being given far too many back-handed compliments, like, “Oh my gosh, like, you’re hair is soooo nice, and sooo long…. for a black girl.”
You should have seen this girl attempt to awkwardly talk her way around my bemused expression – and then suddenly change the subject.

Such is life. I have been suffering with mild depression since the sun went on holiday to the Southern hemisphere. I genuinely suffer from Vitamin D deficiency. No joke. So that Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) really does exist to all you fellow skeptics out there. You see, I leave my house and its dark outside. I leave work and its dark outside. If it wasn’t for lunchtimes, I would be sure that London is drenched in permanent darkness. These are the chilling times where I begin to pop pills (supplements) like the crack-heads in my local park comatose on the floor with shit up their backs. Often.

Speaking of parks, here I am enjoying my local, sans la tete de la crack.

I am a tart(an) deep down, underneath all of this class.

And by the end of the day, all I wanna do is strip off and ‘Baroque’ and roll.

Cape, Vintage
Jumper. £22, New Look
Skirt, £30 (sale) River Island
Clutch Bag, 19.99, Zara
Tights, £4, Marks and Spencer
Shoes, £60, OFFICE
Bangles, £6.99 each, New Look
Lipstick “Cyber” £12 MAC
Nail Polish in “Pom Pom” £6, WIP by Urban Outfitters

Before you ask, the cape is one of my AMAZING Scottish Vintage finds, I know, im pretty proud of myself for this positively gorge’ number, however my eczema doesn’t agree. It decides to ACT UP – As it does with most Lambs-wool garments.
But can we talk about this jumper?
Well there’s a story behind this legendary find *Old Skool Hip Hop Vocal* …”and it goes a little sumfin’ like dis..”
My good mate-slash-colleague Beckface and I, were shopping around High Wycombe on one of our rare lunch breaks, it was a Tuesday, and were were looking for one of those shit, cookie monster shaggy jumpers. You know the ones that feel so good to cuddle, but are a ball-ache to wear? Those. By the way, I do hope you are not still reading this in that Hip Hop vocal…
Anywho, I had recently purchased this FAB-U-LOCIOUS over-embellished mini skirt, from good ole’ River Island, in the sale. It is so dramatic, and a bit on the weeny side (thighs are screaming for air) I needed a baggy knit to tone it all down. So the hunt was on. Our first pit-stop was Miss Selfridge. We found a super-cute cream fluffy jumper; it possessed the purrfect amount of fluff, but failed on the itchy front. It was also a little too tight, and by the time I put it up against myself and looked in the mirror, I had decided that I wanted a bigger, blacker and better one. So onto Topshop we wandered, in search of this big black number. Topshops’ find was an all black, knit and fluff mix; this one had horizontal strips; alternating between knit and shag. Only problem was, the knitted bit clung in awkward places, making me look like the big, black Michelin mans’ wife. It was also fanny skimming. Beckface and I HATE anything fanny skimming. For those of you that don’t know. fanny skimming is a term reserved for blouses/knits/shirts that hem just above the camel-toe. Not a good look. Also, this fanny-skimming-Michelin-Mama jumper was a pinch at £42. So, off to New Look for a £22 dupe it was.

Ahh New Look, often overlooked due to your cheap prices, mass production and funny fitting clothing. However, I must admit, lately New Look has indeed been giving Toppers a run for their money. There she was hanging boldly in the corner, all shaggy and unkept. I skipped toward her, searched frantically for a Medium, and once found I held her close. This was our moment. I slipped her on, over my t-shirt she flowed – she felt so soft and furry. This top was perfect. Slipped easily past the camel-toe and sat at ease at my thighs… There was only one problem… the stupid ribbed arms. I mean, why, New Look? Why do you have to be all different and quirky? What’s with the stupid ribbed arms? A few quick turn-ups and she was just right, like a big shaggy T-shirt. Take note New look. This is what you do with stupid, unnecessary ribbed arms.

New Look Jumper

And here are some of the other magical finds from that lunchdate with Beckface…

Zara Clutch

River Island Skirt

WIP Nail Polish

Get to rockin’

La Minx

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