Last night the Amazonian Emily of Fashion Foie Gras celebrated her and her brother's birthdays with a chic party in the basement of Milk & Honey, where I was stunned to meet a woman around my own age who didn't know what a blog was. She didn't mean she didn't read blogs - which I could understand - but that she had no idea what one was ('So you put your writing...on...a website...have I got it right?'). Her 'explanation' of working in finance is no excuse; I know perfectly well what futures exchanges are even if I choose to ignore them in my daily life. I find that kind of ignorance about the contemporary world astonishing. The fact that there are thousands of blogs focusing on finance and economics would be completely lost on her. Anyway, it got me to thinking [insert Carrie Bradshaw draw on cigarette], I tend to take it for granted that my blog readers also know about and use other forms of social media such as Twitter, Pinterest and, particularly, Instagram. But maybe you guys aren't as addicted to your iPhones/Androids (please tell me you're not still on Blackberry) as I am, so I thought I'd start sharing an 'Instagram diary' with all the photos and snippets of my life that never normally make it onto the blog. Sort of like my visual diary, but with touch screen photoshopping and excessive use of Frametastic.
So, first up we have my photos from last night. Since I was mixing with the fashion (Emily) and finance (Emily's significant other) crowd, I went for a swanky chic look. I stole a dotted-nail idea from something I've seen Charlie do, experimented with curtains before going back to a sleek, pushed-back hairstyle and wore my sheer Alexander Wang dress over some black basics. Glitz and glam was added with the Erickson Beamon bracelet I got in the Bicester Village Designers Collective pop-up and an ASOS ear stud Anna conveniently left in my house last week. At the party we discussed this intriguing triangle below. Consensus was: Duck gets intelligence only :(
Now let's jump back to the preparations for my birthday party last week. Outfit preparations began with a little shopping trip to Oxford Circus. There were the snakeskin DMs I got using a Liberty voucher (although I was also sorely tempted by a nylon-fronted Dries van Noten t-shirt) and then a black t-shirt from COS. I couldn't choose between three different styles - one boxy, one fitted, one slinky - so I ended up getting them all. They were pretty cheap and you can never have enough basic blacks, right? I feel the whole look was tied together by the Jil Sander harness. I really need to get more use out of that because I love it so much. I don't want it to become earmarked as 'for fashion week only'.
It wouldn't be my visual diary without lots of pictures of me with fork in hand. A while ago The Sanderson treated Charlie, Nick and me to a Madhatter's afternoon tea in the Suka courtyard which was pretty delicious (and a lot better than Suka's evening menu, I must say). The rainbow sandwiches were colourful although a tad bland, but who goes to tea for the savoury food? There were two lollipops, one filled with ice-cream, the other a berry-flavoured candy which heats your tongue on one side and cools on the other. The cakes were also very good but the highlight was a little bottle labeled 'Drink Me', filled with layers of tropical fruit flavoured pannacottas and milkshakes.
This week Charlie, Lexxi and I sampled the mango delights of MADD on Rupert Street. An entirely mango-themed venue might seem a bit crazy but some of the desserts and the fruit-flavoured bubble-tea balls were wonderful. Warning: you definitely can eat too much mango in one sitting :-/
And of course there was the election! We all know now that Boris won again. I didn't vote for him but that's OK... What really pissed me off, though, was a) the ridiculous turn out and b) the reasons people gave for their choices if they did vote. It's all very well thinking someone's hilarious because he's a bit of a bumbling buffoon who gave up combing his hair the day he stumbled through the porter's lodge at Balliol, but to actually use that as a justification for vote selection? Couldn't you even just look at the candidates' top three policies? Oh well, at least those people bothered to show up to vote, even if there was little thought behind their choices.
On a more upbeat note, walking home from the polling station, I discovered the block of flats next to my house is being clad in gold! Nisha and I are immediately registering our interest to move in.