|LANDAN BEING ALL RED AND OFFICIAL |
(BIG letters for emphasis and casual #rubbingitin factor.)
OBVIOUSLY NO BIG DEAL. Except I've been excited about it for pure months and months and months and months. Last time I wanted to go there I had my tickets booked and everything. HOWEVER because I have the black cloud of thunder that follows me wherever I go and classic haunted house background music from nowhere that is the soundtrack of my life, something had to impinge my happiness. I HAD TO have a class test. SO ALAS I COULD NOT GO. Devastatingly depressing as it was during my birthday as well. I wanted a birthday in the capital!! Because it wasn't just any birthday...I was 20! As if not being a teenager anymore was bad enough, I'd like to have at least celebrated it in a place where my age remained anonymous and where everybody else was probably x6 older than I was. THE END IS NIGH OF MY SHORT LIVED YOUTH. Well... in hindsight I still could of gone regardless of the exam. But I'm a nerd people. A nerd with hardcore nerd principles...SO I decided against it for the sake of a few University brownie points. £50 train tickets curiosity of The Train Line Right down the drain there....So when I actually see my best friends who I never usually see because they think having their own University education is more important than staying in my city and meeting my own sorry spinster needs I may have to ravish them within an inch of their cockney lives. Just normal standard touchy feely Gemma behavior then really.
Not sure how the almighty 'Scouser in London being reunited with her Scouser friends' itinerary is going to work persay. I have left that organizing pleasure to my friends as:
a) I can't even organise a day out to the park let alone a 'fun' weekend to London. Totally leave everything to the last minute like a true master/mistress of procrastination....
b) Like I know where anything decent is, or where any of the "best" places are so I am putting all my good faith in them. I probably wouldn't even make it onto the right Tube without their help...I'd end up on the train back to Liverpool wondering how it all went wrong...
c) PLUS I can't really force my friends do anything. I don't want to friend rape the whole weekend with my own selfish needs and desires. They are letting me stay with them for free and taking time out to celebrate my belated birthday and of course the general things we shouldn't take granted in this day and age such as; the beautiful creation of life and mankind on earth and thus we return the favo being so thankful we celebrate religiously by getting pissed and falling over like classy birds.
But I know for certain that a night out, a student flat party (evidently they are going all out JUST for me, forget Made In Chelsea...Shoreditch is obviously the cultural haven of sophistication and elegance) and a hangover breakfast will DEFINITELY on the cards.
Yet what is a trip to London is complete without hitting the shops? Student loan, don't get too comfortable sitting there precariously in my current bank account. DO prepare yourself for an extensive spending marathon of expensive shit. You may or may not be traded in for a Mulberry bag. A really nice brown/black Mulberry bag. Watch this space...
Additionally as well as going to shop all the high end designers (and fogging up the glass windows with my breath and getting snotty looks off pretentious shop assistants) , Brick Lane (a vintage MUST!), Liberty's and atypical Westfield, places you HAVE to shop in (or at least window shop in...), one place I am particulary anxious to visit is this little gem of a brand which I haven't had the pleasures of purchasing from yet....
Regent Street/Convent Garden/Kensington/Selfridges, London.
This shop/brand reminds me so much of Zara. Except unlike Zara the only location of COS in the United Kingdom is in London (ahhh!) I just love the simplicity of these clothes. They are so minimal it doesn't even matter because the tailoring of them is really tre chic. And I am happy to report that money does not even have to be an object. Tops start around £30, dresses around £60 mark, Shirts around £40. Sounds reasonable enough for the detail and quality you are getting. COS then certainly affirms itself as a brand in which you would buy investment pieces then and not trends. It is undoubtably a heritage brand. And we love all that heritage lark.
I MEAN JUST LOOK AT THEIR LATEST CAMPAIGN:
Don't know about you but it just makes me want to lick my computer screen all over. Of course not all of these items are desirable, I mean some of them don't corroborate well with actual clothes reality (you obviously don't work in an office if you're a student so you can't really justify spending money on a nice tailored suit.) But think of it this way, Catwalk collections are not always supposed to be mimicked. They have a persona they want to influence others with. So does this campaign. It isn't just making you want to wear the clothes, it is a creative artistic vision as well and portraying the company's brand. It gives its own aura different to its competitors. You may not want to wear the whole advert/collection but you may want to take small segments from it like say the skirt or the coat and then adapt it/transform it to your own unique style. That is my analogy of it anyway. Like the second picture for instance, the model looks gorgeous and can get away with this look because she has an unfair advantage of being a model and being sexy and thus being superior to all of woman kind. IF I on the other hand, decided to wear kitten heels with any of my outfits (god forbid) my feet would look ENORMOUS and ugly and also living in hair extension wilderness that is Liverpool, if I even dared to wear them in public I am pretty sure a gang of Desperate Scousewives would be buying for my blood and chasing me down the street with pitchforks like I was Frankenstein or something.
Ahhh who can resist clothes stacked in neat piles? Can't wait to actually shop in shops where the clothes aren't everywhere, mixed up and molested like in a cattle market. And fighting with other teenage girls for the last size 10 isn't exactly how I like spending my therapeutic cardio shopping sessions either.
So I will be away till Sunday and in the mean time I must get on with my packing. Which I detest. I want to take all my clothes to prove to the cockney pick pockets of the underworld that I Gemma, do have nice clothes and would like to be accepted with open arms into your community. However I know I'm going to end up buying trillions of things and having no room in my suitcase to bring them home in. Therefore I'm going to have to do a COS, they are minimal in their design of clothes so I am going to have to follow suit and be minimal in my number of outfits. Just 3. Yes 3. One for each day. Or maybe should I take 4? Say if one of my outfits gets a stain, gets creased or blows up unexpectedly on the way there in my suitcase? It could happen. Say if changes colour or rips in the sunlight like a pussy bow skirt vampire? Can't afford to take any chances I suppose...Definitely 4 outfits then. And I'm buying a quintessential 'going out to get completely pissed and larry' outfit when I go to Westfield shopping centre...so that's one problem sorted....
BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THE TEDIOUSNESS OF PACKING. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN, HAVE A FUN WEEKEND. AND TO KEEP IN WITH THE LDN SPIRIT HERE'S THE CLASH: