August 26, 2014
It was a gloomy Saturday morning when Elspeth (1883 magazine) and I headed to meet Hayley (Shiny Shiny) and Saskia from Pringles at Liverpool Street station to begin our weekend at V Festival in celebration of Pringles' Party Tour and their new party speakers.
There are plenty of perks to heading to a festival with a brand and Pringles had gone all out. We arrived to our VIP camping area where the team had set up a Pringles camping village for us and a few competition winners - Pringles tents, mats, ponchos, caps - basically, everything we could have dreamed of and more for the weekend.
First thing was first, we cracked open a few ciders in our camp and tested out the speakers while we got to know each other a little better before heading off into the realms of pumped Essex biceps and hanging out butt cheeks - while these aren't exclusive to V festival, there seem to be more of these per square meter than anywhere I've ever ventured before.
Saturday afternoon saw us fangirl-ing over Tom Odell, downing jelly vodka shots (why) before having a singalong to The Wailers. Justin Timberlake was headlining Saturday night so we headed back to base for a hour or so to prepare ourselves. When you've waited over ten years to see your childhood crush, there's definite preparation to be done, trust me.
Justin brought sexy back - I wonder how many times that sentence has been used by now - and we sang along pretty much word for word #sorrynotsorry.
Like the old women we are, exasperated from the day and the excitement it brought with it, we rolled into our tents and passed out until the early hours of Sunday morning when I was woken by a bad back and what felt like all of the cider from the previous day hitting my bladder sll at once with full force, causing a bleary eyed stumble to the toilets, which smelt bad but, being VIP area toilets, were wonderfully clean.
Sunday saw us drink through our hangovers, get absolutely drenched and subsequently think it was a good idea to get matching transfer tattoos from the Coppafeel tent, again #sorrynotsorry - our motto for the weekend.
We freaked to Chic. Paulo Nutini was suitably sexy. The Killers left us on the brightside of the weekend, getting me all nostalgic of Reading 2008; except we did not retreat to the campsites to party, we jumped into a taxi back to London and I was safe and sound asleep beneath my sheets by 2am. Now that's my sort of festival.
Thanks to Pringle for a fantastic weekend!
August 19, 2014
Topshop jumpsuit | American Apparel hat | adidas Stan Smiths* | Mulberry clutch
Nixon watch | Monica Vinader jewellery*
Photographs by Hanna Kristina
It's almost that time of year again - London Fashion Week is almost upon us. Somerset House is one of my favourite London locations; the architecture and the cobbled pavements serve as the perfect backdrop for shooting outfits. I'm not sure why I've not made better use of such a magnificent space until now.
Thinking back to this day, with the sun beating down from a clear blue sky, and looking out of the window to grey skies and drizzle, I know I'm not ready to welcome in Autumn and the layers just yet.
Caribou - Our Love
I may have become pretty predictable with my track picks as of late but here's another absolute stunner from Caribou, which is available for purchase on iTunes today. I couldn't anticipate how topping Can't Do Without You would be a possible but, somehow, Dan Snaith has managed it. Let's hope each new track he drops manages to be an improvement on the last - can you even imagine? The album's title track comes including heart-warming vocals, stabbing electronic pulses and a sense of intimacy that will keep you entranced from start to finish.
Labels: I wear clothes
August 12, 2014
This is probably one of the most timid Amsterdam photo diaries you've seen to date but on returning to Amsterdam for the forth time with iDBus, there was no inclination to beeline for a coffee shop or ogle at the girls in the windows in the Red Light District. I'm pretty certain they wouldn't appreciate their photo being taken anyway, right?
I've been in love in Amsterdam but never quite in love with Amsterdam and one without the other wasn't quite the same. Nevertheless, a friend and I walked through the canals, lounged in Vondelpark and soaked up the beauty of the architecture and people of the city.
Amsterdam has a lot to offer and the city is quite small, so most activities are walkable. The atmosphere of the city, with its endless bridges over water, wonky buildings and cobbled roads, is enchanting and the dutch people endearing. Whether you're in a hostel or a fancy hotel, there to take advantage of its more passive attitudes or emerge yourself in the culture of the many museums scattered around the city, Amsterdam really does have it all.
Thanks to iDBus for taking us.