Parting is such sweet sorrow, right?

Labels: notes of absence

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WLTM

...which means 'would like to meet' for those of you who don't understand 'Personal ads' lingo. Yeah, every week, I read the Personals in my Sunday paper and pick out my favourites because procrastinating is fun.

Labels: labels, random musings, style

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All About Me(g)

Stolen from Emma. Because I have temporary blogger's block but am sick of seeing the same entry on my blog.

1. What's your middle name?
I actually don't have one. Yes, shocking I know, I often feel quite deprived as everyone else seems to have one. My step-pater has 2, which is a little bit unfair, I think.

2. Is your cell phone a flip phone?
No, I could never ever have a flip phone because I'd flip it open ALL the time and probably break it. Not even probably, I'd definitely break it and then wonder why bad things always happen to me (because I deserve it)

3. Have you ever been to New Jersey?
No. New Jersey sounds like the kind of place where they'd have a lot of cows. Like Lancs. But with American people. I'd hate it if it had loads of cows.

4. What's your favorite soda?
I don't really drink soda, but when I occasionally do, diet coke. (This is a very insightful survey. I feel like at the end of this, you could probably see into my soul.)

5. Do you have satellite?
Nope, I'm a student which means 1) that I am totally broke and 2) that we're not allowed to drill holes into campus buildings for big metal dishes...we do have freeview though, which means that we have more than normal amount of channels. Does that count?

6. Where did you go to college?
Lancaster. I am still here...do college graduates take surveys? Surely they have outgrown procrastinating by this time. Haven't they? Is there no hope for me?

7. What's the longest road trip you've been on?
India with my mum and sister like 2 or 3 years ago. It was horrible, we drove from our house in Goa to this place called Hampi to see the biggest archaeological excavation ever. It was basically this ancient city of temples with 27 mile radius. The site was incredible, however the drive there was basically 24 hours of off-road driving in a not very off-road type car. And when we got there, all the hotels were full and we stayed in this dive where I was too scared to go to the bathroom and to eat breakfast in the morning.
Oh wait...I did also go on a 2 week road trip when I was 13 around California and Arizona with my family. We saw the Grand Canyon, went to Vegas and LA, and I began my love affair with San Francisco...which makes this the longest road trip and not the India one...but I've typed out so much above that I guess I'll have to have 2, because I refuse to delete it.

8. Did you go to a private school?
Yes, when I lived in Africa (I sound like some kind of travelling gypsy, don't I?) but then my parents got divorced and we moved, but my dad was money while my mum was normal so me and my sissy-poo entered the public school domain, which we both preferred anyway.

9. What's your favorite smiley?
The 'sarcastic' smiley with an eyebrow that's up and one that's down...I can actually do that. Yeah, my talents are never ending.

10. Do you buy lottery tickets in hopes of winning?
No. I think the lottery is the devil's game. I prefer playing Russian Roulette...with real Russians and guns. Because the chances of me winning are much higher. Yep, death by shooting is more preferable than getting sucked into the stupidity that is the lottery. Also because my headstone could read "Here lies Meg, killed in action" rather than "Here lies Meg, bitch spent all my money on lottery tickets."

11. What year were you born in?
'87...I was actually handing in a form at the library the other day, and one of the admin guys looked at it and went "1887?" I was just like "Yes you mentally challenged headcase, I'm 110 years old." Honestly, some people just don't deserve to exist.

12. Do you like the smell of Sharpies?
Yes.

13. What does your screensaver look like?
It's a Paul Frank screensaver and Julius the monkey and his little friends are having a race in different vehicles. It's sort of cool and fun to watch...if you don't have a life. Which I totally do.

14. Do you have an iPod?:
Yes, we're very happy together, except when it doesn't do the washing up. Apple should definitely think about it.

15. What's your biggest pet peeve?
The kitchen being a mess leads to me in a situation where I swear and shout a lot. Throat clearing. People who act all cutesy but are just freakin' annoying. Bad spelling. Feet. People who can't dress. Laddered tights...I have a lot.

16. What shoe size do you wear?
5 - 6

17. What's your favorite kind of cereal?
Special K or Cheerios...I prefer porridge in the winter though...and Cinnamon Grahams without milk, just as a snack.

18. Do you ever listen to Classical music?
Sometimes. Mostly when I'm particularly emotional. Especially opera.

19. What kind of instruments do you play?
I used to play the piano until I was like 6 when my piano teacher told me my fingers were too fat and short so I should give up. I'm better at listening than participating.

20. Do you like Girl Scout cookies?
There's no such thing around here...in this country.

21. Have you ever ridden in a limo?
Yes, though not really out of choice. It was the Sixth Form Ball and if I didn't go in it, then I would've rolled up on my own while my friends were in a different car. It was a stretch Hummer and I was getting pushed off my seat by Tim...yeah, a stretch limo and there wasn't any space for me. It was pretty pointless as far as car experiences go, looking back I probably would've just made other arrangements. Like hiring a clown car from a circus because that would have been less tacky.

22. Do you like Hummers?
Read above and then read...no.

23. Are you scared of horses?
They're a lot bigger close up than you'd think. But, no.

24. Do you like milk chocolate or dark chocolate?
Dark all the way. I heart Green & Black's

25. Do you wear glasses?
Yes.

26. Does it annoy you when people misspell things?
Yes, if you misspell in any comments you leave me, I will hunt you down and feed you a dictionary page-by-page.

27. Do you like the beach or the mountains?
Am I climbing these mountains or is there a cable cart? Doesn't matter. Beach.

28. Have you ever taken cough medicine when you didn't have a cough?
Yes. I'm addicted to Calpol. It's sickly sweet taste takes me back to my childhood the way opium takes people back to...China.

29. Have you ever been to band camp?
I don't play a musical instrument. God, you just never listen do you?

30. Do you know any guys with a receding hair line?
Old people, yes. Young, no...except my American Studies tutor Sam. He's like 25 but I can't figure out whether he is bald, or receding and shaved. Make sense?

31. Do you know what Chacos are?
No. Do you?

32. Have you ever watched Room Raiders on MTV?
No...I'm getting a bit bored now.

33. What's the best Christmas present you've ever got?
A lifetime's supply of Nutella...no, that was a wonderful dream I had last night (take note: Nutella).

34. What's your favorite Popsicle flavor?
Lime.

35. Did your parents give you an allowance?
Nope.

36. Did you ever watch Rugrats when you were little?
Yeah. But it was annoying.

37. What's the craziest thing you have ever done?
Plunged into a burning house to save the life of a baby...and broken my ankle attempting to skateboard.

38. Have you ever wished you had a twin?
An evil one that I could blame for everything.

39. Do you have a caffeine addiction?
Yes. Sometimes I bleed black coffee.

40. Would you ever kiss on the first date?
Did it go well? Was there a spark?...Otherwise I'd be kissing a guy I didn't like and who wants that to happen? No-one.

So study it up because next week, I'll test you. It'll be fun, and if you get them all right, I'll get a restraining order.

Labels: self-absorbed

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Different species.

Me
Matt

*Me and Matt having coffee in rather grim and seedy cafe which I secretly love. I'm reading a magazine and Matt is staring at the girl at the table next to us*

Why? Why is that talentless hack Mischa Barton in St Trinians? Why is everyone so ready for Mischa Barton to be British?! Sure, she was born here but she's completely American.
Because she's hot.
What? Oh yeah, high-waisted denim shorts are a real turn-on.
Is St Trinians the school film?
Yeah.
School uniforms...interesting... that Lily girl too right?
Please, please tell me that Lily Cole doesn't turn you on.
Nah, she's like a model right? With legs up to here and really pretty? No way, you'd be crazy to think she's attractive. I prefer chicks who look like, normal. I mean, if someone said, "hey look, Gisele the Victoria's Secret model is checking you out," why I'd say,"no thanks, I'm happy with the pub and settling for that girl in the corner with her friend who looks a bit like Beth Ditto."
Lily Cole looks like the offspring of a human (with admittedly good skin) and an alien. And why do guys always think there's something wrong with normal? Most guys are normal, and end up with normal girls.
What about Craig? He looks sort of like David Arquette with the facial hair of Chewbacca, but his girlfriend is like Princess Leia...with the gold bikini.
Why do you always have to start talking about Star Wars? And Craig is a nice guy, which is how he ended up with Emily...he would never judge women so superficially. Unlike you. No wonder no-one wants to date you apart from that weird girl who lives in the flat beneath you.
As a matter of fact, I'll have you know that Craig is very superficial when he's with the boys. And lots of girls want to date me. I just happen to be very picky. And that weird girl in the flat under mine doesn't like me so much anymore
What happened? And like who? Oh wait, don't tell me, you're stuck between that moronic Scarlett Johansson, and the talentless Kate Moss?
Well, we went out and yeah, she was weird. Scarlett Johansson is an idiot. But she's pretty. And she has nice...y'know? *suggestive smile and nodding*
Teeth? Yes, they're very handy when she has to smile stupidly at the cameras. All "look at me! Look at me!" So, what happened with the flat-below girl after the weirdness?
Told her I'd call.
Did you?
No, I just said it because I'm a people-pleaser. I just avoid her instead.
Well, that's mature of you. God forbid you actually tell her and be a man.
I am being a man. Men say they'll call even if they don't mean to, and if they do, they call after 2 days.
Then you should break that stupid rule and call her, and tell her the truth.
And say what? "Hey sorry, just in case you didn't figure it out when I didn't call back within 2 weeks, I don't like you." No, that time has passed my friend.
What if that happened to you? What if someone did that to you? How would you feel?
When did you become such a feminist? Are you at the bra-burning stage yet? And if not, can you call me when you get to it? Will there be other girls there? What do they look like?
I'm not a feminist. I'm not burning my bra. If there was a bra-burning, the girls there would hate you anyway. Because you're a bit of a shit.
That hurts my feelings. No-one else thinks that.
What about flat-below girl?
She probably thinks she did something wrong. Made a mistake.
Yeah, you.
Harsh words Miss Havisham...Hey, I think that girl is checking me out.
I think she's a lesbian.
Even better.
Leave my table. Go and be rejected by her, or get me a coffee, just go away from the table before I stab you in the eye with my fork...You know I'm serious because I haven't finished my cake yet.
So you're like what? An extreme feminist?

Men are stupid. All of them. Except Einstein and that kid who played Jonah in Sleepless in Seattle. He was adorable.

Labels: conversations, random musings, rants

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Mentalist.

1.
mentalist -definition

One who is mental - first coined by UK sitcom "I'm Alan Partridge" (Episode 5)
"What are you doing, you mentalist?"

Labels: pop culture, rants

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Snobs and cluedo.

Yesterday, I was watching Gosford Park when I realised just how many films/books I own that feature a snobbish family/group of friends and their 'intrigues'/a murder mystery.
I think I'm obsessed with that period when the lives of the upper-classes were supposedly filled with glamour and discreet affairs, that everyone knew about but accepted as long as nothing came of it (eg. leaving rich or titled wives/husbands, illegitimate heirs to estates and the like). Nowadays, it seems like British aristocracy is never out of the papers because the girls are running around London nightclubs scantily-clad, while the boys always seem to be either in rehab, or Chinawhite (shocking to me - hah! - because I was brought up on a diet of Enid Blyton and Nancy Drew obviously).

Labels: films, nostalgia, style

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Party monster.

Costume Institute Ball






























Phillip Lim with Irina Lazareanu






























Anna Wintour in Chanel and Bee Shaffer in Nina Ricci. Words can't describe Anna Wintour's dress...oh maybe they can. Hideous. What's with the fringing on the shoulders? The shoulders in general actually.




























Agyness 'Patties' Deyn in Burberry and Henry Holland.





























Camilla Belle in Gaultier Paris Haute Couture
































Lily Donaldson in Burberry, and Daria Werbowy in Alaia. Minxes.
























America Ferrera in Phi. Oh and look, she's thin now, how predictable. When she was being interviewed in magazines, instead of saying she was proud of being Latina and curvy blah blah blah, she should've just said she was on a diet and that she'd be "normal" in a while...the dress looks cheap but at least she did her hair (Jennifer Garner take note).

























Margherita Missoni in a colour that I love. Normally I stay away from pink, but this is a beautiful shade of dusty rose pink.




























Tom Ford with Carine Roitfeld, who is on top form as always.






























Valentino with Jennifer Garner, her red dress really sets off his orange complexion, don't you think? Her hair is so unkempt and she looks stubby in the dress. It's really unflattering. Where is her waist?!



























Naomi Campbell/Stark-mad raving lunatic in Alaia and some rather ugly shoes. They look like bed slippers. Did her tranquiliser seep through into her brain?




























Emily Mortimer in Chanel and Alessandro Nivola.






























Liv Tyler in Calvin Klein, the colour is hard to pull off but I think it works for her.





























Jessica Stam in Dior Couture (John Galliano)






























Kate Moss in one of her Topshop dresses. Kate? It was a flop. A flop! Jesus, I'm surprised she isn't carrying a Topshop bag full of dresses to try and sell to the other attendees and photographers. Like a market seller.



























For someone who rarely gets it wrong, I'm not sure what Miuccia Prada is doing. She looks so top heavy and I don't think orange is her colour.




























Claire Danes in Prada with Hugh Dancy.Her bag doesn't look right at all.






























Donatella Versace and Hilary Swank, who looks great...lose points for hair though.




























Chloe Sevigny in Balenciaga. She looks like a giant pea...and slightly pregnant. Is she?





























Jaquetta Wheeler who looks stunning and Roland Mouret.

Amber Valletta with Stella McCartney and Scarlett Borehansson who is looks the same no matter what she wears (one of these days I'm going to stop making fun of her...but not today). She is dressed in beige - the colour which matches her personality perfectly.

Iman in Stella McCartney with David Bowie.

Cameron Diaz in Dior (John Galliano). I think actually she could've have looked great in this, but the turquoise jewellery is really putting me off, as is her hair. Why is personal grooming so difficult when you're that rich?

Oh the humanity. I should have warned you before we came to Kirsten Dunst and her troll, but I forgot. Kirsten is wearing vintage YSL and Johnny Borell is wearing a suit he found in a skip the night before. He stole the cowboy boots from a dead hobo. True story. Otherwise, words fail me...she should've stayed home if she had nothing to wear.

























Charlotte Gainsbourg in Balenciaga with Yvan Attal. She looks good, but you already knew I'd say that.





























Mischa Barton in Giambattista Valli with Giambattista Valli. I actually like this dress a lot, and if Mischa Barton could fill out the top a little bit more, I would have loved it, but it looks like it's falling off, and she should stand straighter so the lines look better. It's a column dress lady, not a curve dress.

Alber Elbaz and Andre Leon Talley. See? Fashion is fun.

Labels: designers, famous-types, happenings, models, style

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Isabella Blow

I just found out via The Telegraph that Isabella Blow died this morning. She was famous for her outrageous fashion sense that incorporated weird and wonderful hats into almost all her outfits (comparable to Anna Piaggi). She worked as a stylist for Vogue, a fashion director at the Sunday Times, and most recently, fashion editor at Tatler. During her career in fashion, she discovered and nurtured the careers of Philip Treacy, Alexander McQueen, Hussein Chalayan, Stella Tennant and Sophie Dahl. 8 comments

Baubles and trinkets.

Oh, this is the life. After my horrendous 72 hours awake, I finally got into bed last night and slept until 6pm today. Then I showered, had a delicious dinner (including Toulouse sausage and puy lentil soup, which may be the best soup ever...excluding Chinese takeout Sweetcorn and Chicken soup which has been my favourite since I was 5). Now I get to kick back in my lovely, quiet flat, read my unloved magazines and drink my Scarlett O'Hara, which I learnt to make over Easter, and is perfect because I only ever drink cocktails with literary associations, or alcohol.

Scarlett O'Hara
1 and 1/2 parts Southern Comfort
1 and 1/2 parts cranberry juice
1/2 parts lime juice
You shake it all up with crushed ice and strain it into your glass.
Of course I couldn't find the strainer so it's more of an alcoholic slushie.

But this is nice. I mean, tomorrow it's roll on work again but relaxing is severely underrated by university students, I think. Including me. Most free evenings in England are usually spent drinking in clubs and generally raving it up, which I always enjoy, but I sort of like vegging out sometimes too. (Random thought: Does anyone think that I use commas far too much? Whenever I read my essays or my posts, it always looks like I have gratuitous comma - and bracket - use.)
Also by staying in, I found the most incredible vintage pearl ring on Ebay today. I started bidding but it eventually got too hot for me and I disappointingly had to drop out, but from 8.55pm - 9.01pm, I owned that ring. I rarely wear jewellery anymore even though I have what must be the largest collection of shiny objects known to man (I was a shopgirl for Swarovski since I was 17 until this January), but I'm becoming increasingly drawn to pearls (though I think I have a while before I start wearing pearl necklaces).

A little bit of fascinating pearl history:
One of the most famous pearls in the world is called "La Peregrina." It was found in 1500 by a slave in the Gulf of Panama, who gained his freedom by finding it. The Spanish crown owned it and Prince Philip II gave it to his wife, Mary Tudor of England as a wedding gift. It passed it down to Queen Margarita and Queen Isabel (wife of Philip III). Velesquez painted two separate portraits of Queen Margarita and Queen Isabel, each wearing La Peregrina. In the 1800's the Bonepart family had possesion of it and in 1969 Richard Burton purchased it for $37,000 as a gift forElizabeth Taylor who briefly lost it at Ceaser's Palace, but then found it in her dog's mouth...
If pearls are being gifted, I'd personally prefer pearls from Mikimoto, even if they didn't belong to someone who had a portrait painted by Velasquez (if you accidently landed on this blog - though I'm not sure how - but you're more interested in Velasquez than pearls, I recommend you begin with The Rokeby Venus.)


However, I am also definately willing to accept gifts from Lara Bohinic.

Labels: designers, famous-types, history, jewellery, random musings, recipes

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Hook, line, and sinker.

I'm suffering from major sleep deprivation. I've been awake for 48 hours, and it looks like another all-nighter; yesterday was French culture essay, tonight, I have an American Studies paper which is due tomorrow (Immigrant chroniclers were caught between the desire to preserve a sense of their ethnic roots and difference, and the desire to successfully acculturate and be accepted by older “Americans.” Choose texts by immigrant writers which demonstrate this tension and examine the consequences for the people involved.) Scintillating topic yes?

Labels: adverts, designers, labels, random musings

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What's the point of anything?

Crowd-control at Topshop for Kate Moss' new collection. What's wrong with you people? You have to fight the Mo(n)sster. Fight it!

Labels: famous-types, happenings, labels, rants, style

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I'm Meg, a Media and Cultural Studies graduate with a love for all things postmodern / Roland Barthes / technocultural theory / ambient/minimal electronica and modern classical music / photographs by Hiroshi Sugimoto, Eve Arnold and Cecil Beaton / paintings by Miro, Kandinsky, Edward Hopper and Tamara de Lempicka / books by Haruki Murakami, Dorothy Whipple, George Eliot, Elizabeth Gaskell, and Jasper Fforde / poetry by Robert Browning and e.e. cummings / collecting vintage cocktail dresses / Audrey Tatou and Winona Ryder
I also have an almost ridiculous obsession with murder mysteries (especially Agatha Christie's Miss Marple) and offices (this means reading novels and watching films and tv shows set in offices, as well as spending hours studying various office spaces online in real firms around the world - it's sick, I know).



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