Fashion with Heart

Yes I know this saying is pasted across the bind of every issue of Marie Claire but I felt tres cool when I thought I had honestly coined this phrase. This was the stage where I asked my french cousin to translate said phrase 'Fashion du Coeur'  and the mere sound of francais made me melt, and well even though this picture sums up chic, nothing is sacred any more...

Remembering is making me happy, and the fact that my hair is so long that it just about covers my 

like Daryl Hannah in Splash.

It felt as though I had witnessed something very clandestine after watching this film for the first time, I liked that it was all so real, none of that Mariah Carey shit.

Annoyingly I have discovered that I can no longer listen to John Mayer anymore. Bizarrely I can't help but want to cry as soon as any of his songs comes on. It was a period of time in my life. Gahhd guys.

'Truth be told I miss you, and Truth be told I'm lying'

I GOT HALLS!

I'm scared, uni is soon. 'Tis all getting very real right now.

Oddly, fashion related scenarios have been filling my thoughts, for example, of all the things that I could be conversing in my head, here is one:
if asked "what is your favourite period in the history of fashion?"
i will answer "i do beleive, though, we are on the verge of my next favourite"
i am just a high-heeled trainer ahead of the game. 

??

Help.

Oh, I just had another thought... wtf is this post?!

back in the boogie

And so I begin to explain myself...


I never told you before, but, I was lucky enough to be a helper at a mini fashion event at  Browns restaurant in Brighton, which happened a couple months back now. After reading this here blog, my 'model' friend Olivia (who also modelled at the Spindle launch party) (http://livlaceandlust.blogspot.com) kindly hooked me up with this gig as a dresser/door holder/jewellery hanger/dress picker upper/all round general whatever the heck somebody wanted me to doer. There was over 5 solid hours of prep, stress and hard work for literally, a 10 minutes showcase. It was really interesting to observe the confined (we had two rooms, one of which was a toilet, for 17 models and 12 helpers...I could just about breath) chaos of 5 different Brighton based Designers. The majority of these collections were couture based which I love, as it represents Brighton's diversity, but it was the collection of designer Ailsa who stood out with her brilliant use of colourful jersey, there was a noticeably bright, vivacious attitude to the collection. As it was too long ago now, I cannot remember the names of a couple of the designers I managed to snap pictures of, but here goes:

'Renaissance'

'Ailsa'

My favourite

The Designer (far left) showed at this years BFW Ready-to-Wear show

Unknown Designer name; although I disliked the pinstripe shirt dress ridiculous amounts, this was a very cute collection.

Couture collection; designer unknown. Amazing gentry hair pieces, (think pheasant feathers) wish I had been able to get some pictures...

'Get waisted'

This is the collection I saw to (friend Olivia on the left)

(designer is second from right)

xoxo

Where there is Pressure there is always Folkdance

I have moments when I get to the stage where summer means not thinking, but they don't last very long.
How can one person be so busy they don't have time or energy to get up the stairs, then have intervals where they end up listening to Chris Brown and cannot be bothered to sleep...?Since I am free, I have managed to; dye my hair, earn 140 pounds, spend 150, enjoy Stevie Wonder at Hyde Park Calling,  read the Virgin Suicides in a couple days, worked four days in a row, didn't make it out on Tuesday night, final cc jab, was late for babysitting, got 30 out of the 50 deposit back from college and panicked that I might be going back there in September. The standard, run flat out till you fall weeks just keep coming...
How can one person have so much to say yet feel so boring??
It has just occurred to me that these sporadic posts of not much content or of any relevant musings are a reflection of the crumbling Amy awaiting her exam results...I thought after exams life would be simple but it is certainly tainting my thoughts right now, tonight, tomorrow, next week. Sort of have the feeling where I wanna scream Cheryl Cole's 'Parachute' song from the top of my lungs to numb everything into a stable state...






Okay so that didn't work
I'm sick of myself and hearing the same songs, so I'm going to try something new.

Queue pretty picture

I'm sorry, I have to take a break. Not quite sure if I'll be coming back...Hate to throw all this dumb adolescence stuff I thought was over already here where it really doesn't need to be.
JOKES! Thought I would make an already but not meaning to be dramatic post a bit more dramatic.

Here is another pretty (but completely irrelevantly not in tune with the previous picture) picture whilst I sort myself out

Kisses not disses, hugs not thugs,
Amy xoxo

"Repeat after me; I am free"

And then I didn't have any more exams.
Cue pictures of happiness, good fashion, festival going, vitamin D, glowing skin and potential.