My new style crushes

Aura Lamp by Ocean Delaine and Beatrice Durandard. Normally I would avoid something like this like the plague. Why? Because it's got the word aura in it, which makes me want to punch someone. But it's just so pretty...
Let's face it though, it's a strip-lit wicker basket.

Now that's more like it. Cube as Home Lights by Orest Tatryn.
If you continue reading this blog for a while, you'll realise that I have a fetish for multicoloured glowing things. It's because I always picture myself ten years from now, in a bar in New York sipping a Screaming Orgasm (one day I will look back on this and cringe) lit by lots and lots of multi-coloured glowy things. And being chatted up by incredibly handsome men, but the glowy things are vitally important to the image too.

Oh, I wish I was a jet-setter with diamonds in my hair

Love gold? Love the idea of living surrounded by it? Have stupidly massive amounts of money to waste and are bored by the idea of travel, books or anything mind-broadening like that?

$26600. Solid gold speakers from MBL.

Though to be honest, if you need one of these it shows you still use CD's. My god, MBL, when are you going to come out with those gold plated iPod speakers I just can't live without?

Apparently it offers a "pure audio experience". Which I'm sure you care about if you're the sort of person who buys speakers with gold buttons.

This one is £8000 pounds, and in case you hadn't realised, is a solid gold Blackberry Torch handset. Once again, it's slightly outdated, because it's got a keypad instead of a touch screen, but fuck that, IT'S GOLD!

It also comes in pink, yellow and rose gold. Because if your solid gold phone doesn't match your outfit they don't let you into first class.

Also available with a sprinkling of diamonds. HELL YEAH!

Anne-Julie Jewellery: Just love it. Just do.

Cameo. Lockets. Hearts. Hand crafted and individual. Valentine's day soon. Just leave this website (http://www.annejulie-art.com/blog/)  open on his browser and maybe he'll get the right idea.

Enchanted Doll and the magical realm of pretty creepiness.

This is the 20 to Midnight doll from the Enchanted Doll range. Just watch her blank, staring eyes and she reclines naked, wondering why you are staring at her grossly deformed head. She is sucking out your soul.
These are genuinely real, not just computer animations. You can order your own. If you really want an incredibly realistic and intricate doll. With incredibly intricate and realistic...umm... nipples.

Yeah, these are definitely not kids toys.

These are metal shoes you can get for your enchanted doll. They come in four styles, Extravagance, Persian Slippers, Marie Antoinette and Hopscotch. Yeah, no clothes, but REALLY GREAT SHOES!
The thing is, I actually find these really pretty and would love one, but I would probably have to destroy it after a while because of the fear that it would come alive and murder me.
http://www.enchanteddoll.com if you want these...ummm...

Amy Sol

This is Amy Sol's pottery. Her designs are slightly weird, very ethereal and always beautiful.

And as you may have noticed, she has a thing for this girl with dark hair and closed eyes. It's highly likely that a generation of emos have taken, or will take, her pictures and use them as their MySpace backgrounds, but for me, they will always be gorgeous. Even if they do make me think of annoyingly depressing Luke in my maths class.
http://www.amysol.com/blog/

I don't know WHAT these are but I found them by accident

Aren't they just awesome? I mean, AREN'T THEY?

Because, dammit, what very office needs is a more male-dominated feel

The idea of this office is that it moves away from the modern concept of "having fun while working" and "making friends with your co-workers" and goes back to the traditional Victorian concept of "Men in dark suits playing cards and laughing at poor people."

Did I mention that it's for an investment bank? The last people you would want to give those attiudes to, considering the recent economic crisis?

Battle of the Mad Sporting Marketing Concepts

While stalking Acces Agency, I came across two separate ideas for marketing a sports brand, one for Nike and one for Puma. A normal person would feel no reaction and click the "Back" button. Me? I decide to do a battle

NIKE

Wow I Want To Do That Rating: 10/10. I mean, come on. It's a giant waterslide.
Reality Rating: 2/10 As you can see, it's computer generated, and I think that most organisations with something to do with the coastline would have something to say about a giant inflatable advert popping up across the cliffs.
Effectiveness Rating: 5/10 We're working on the assumption it was built here. Advertising is all about subliminal messaging. Unfortunately, here this could go both ways. It could either be "WHOAH, THAT WAS AWESOME SO NIKE MUST BE AWESOME!" or it could result in a totally consuming fear of giant red ticks. It's a 50% chance.

PUMA

Wow I Want To Do That Rating: 4/10. By day it is a national competition for who can keep spin-cycling the longest. While I guess that might give someone a chance at glory who would otherwise spend the rest of their lives wondering why they waisted so much time building up ridiculously strong legs, most people would go "Eeer...no thanks" if approached on the street and asked if they wanted to keep cycling for a ridiculous amount of time. By evening it transforms into a nightclub. An open air nightclub. It's cold at night. Who wants to go clubbing in a coat? On a shiny platform where everyone can see your drunk behaviour?
Reality Rating: 8/10. Puma just need say the word and it's go...after all, it's not a quantum leap away from Smirnoff and it's parties.
Effectiveness Rating: 6/10 When watching it on TV, it will seem great. "Look at all those tough men go" teenage boy will think. "All powered by Puma." And he will go to Puma. For the people involved, however, the dissapointment and pain will be so scarring they will probably never buy Puma again, and will possibly sue. Hell, I would.

Decades collection

Being a lover of all things vintage I love this collection from http://www.thevintageweddingdresscompany.com. They've designed a series of dresses inspired by different decades. I particularly love the 60's one. It's retro, glamorous and they are all lace. It's my fashiony wet dream.

70's style through to 40's style from left to right. Below, 30's style

PINBALL

It's life size! And YOU are the ball!
That's not a fun marketing concept, Access Agencies, that's the plot of a low-rent horror movie!

It even looks like a torture machine inside!

Vionnet

Vionnet are a little known designer label at the moment. In my non-expert opinion, they'll soon be everywhere, simply because their dresses are sensual, modern and gorgeous.

This one has got to be my favourite

Blogged everywhere but...

HOW CAN ONE NOT LOVE THIS!

I Suddenly Really Fancy a McDonalds 2

Thousands of models will through away the food and keep the packaging

Hermes Chips

Gucci Chips

Paul Smith umm...thing and Burberry Burger

I Suddenly Really Fancy a McDonalds 1

Reblogged from thecoolhunter.com. The idea is they'd sit outside major events selling obesity through their cuteness.

His name is Peter Jakubik, and if your partner's got it in his bedroom, run

It's a pen holder. Obviously.

Witty or what? Or what, bachelor boy. And there's a reason you're single.

 











They're meant to be spanking paddles. The caption reads Make up your vanity table and become sadistic icon by using this handmade mirror.

Why I want to be an investigative journalist

http://tpmmuckraker.talkingpointsmemo.com/

My Idea for Valentines Day

Normally I think Valentines Day is a horrible embarrassing mess, designed by someone who hates people like me, but this year I'm almost looking forward to it. Why?
Call me old fashioned, but I love the idea of mixtapes. Their is something so sweet and romantic about the thought of picking out the perfect songs to express how you feel, songs you want to listen to with them, songs you really want them to know about. I think the idea that there will never be another CD with that track listing makes it extra special - you're the only person who will ever have that CD.
Cards and flowers ect. are nice, but there is no really personal connection between the giver and the receiver. So this Valentine's day, I'm going to burn a CD and give it to the guy I like.
Here's my track listing -
1) Toothpaste Kisses - The Maccabees
2) Something Stupid - Les Shellys
3) Ridin' In My Car - She & Him
4) If You Leave Me Now - Chicago
5) I Get A Kick Out Of You - Ella Fitzgerald (No other version. Shh. Don't even suggest it.)
6) In France They Kiss On Main Street - Joni Mitchell
7) These Words - Natasha Bedingfeild
8) He's Not A Boy - The Like
9) Fidelity - Regina Spektor
10) I Put A Spell On You - She & Him
11) The First Taste - Fiona Apple
12) Wild Horses - The Rolling Stones
13) Save Me - Nicki Minaj (Fits because she's telling the guy she's a bitch but he can stop her being one.)
14) Dream A Little Dream Of Me - Mama Cass (Loved it since I was six)

The Problem with Embellished Bags

So, as everyone who goes to school knows, it's useful to carry around bags to keep your books in. For the past two terms I've been carrying around a shoulder bag carried in beads - a different one each time. The first one was sky blue with lots of flower patterns in an Indian style decorated with loads of different beads. The second was a beige bag with geometric Indian style patterns (you may begin to notice a theme here) decorated in different beads and plasticy-gem things. It's honestly less tacky than it sounds.
So, for the first two weeks you carry them, you feel different, cooler. In a school that's ultra-strict on uniform, bags are practically the only way of expressing your individual style, and with you it feels extra-individual. No one has the same bag as you. It's a little bit retro, a lot of boho, and slightly hints at a long history of travel. Hell, you develop a bag superiority complex.
Then, after a bit, the problems start. It starts with one bead falling off. "Yay" you think. "I can keep this as my lucky charm." Then another. And another. The pattern becomes unsymmetrical, then uneven, then ceases to be a pattern. The look goes from boho to hobo, and those two swapped around letters make a hell of a difference. Suddenly, those endlessly repeated pink and navy striped canvas totes start to look desirebal, even though a few days before you'd have rather spat on your Grandmother's grave than worn them.
So next term, I'm going for white leather with fringing. Bring on the spoilt little rich girl.

So, I guess I owe you an introduction

I really was hoping that this wasn't going to turn into a diary, or just pictures of things I found that are pretty, so I'll try and find the middle course.
I'm in my mid-teens, not yet openly bisexual, female, and I guess slightly different to my peers, though not by much on the outside. I've got my hair cut like a boy and I love skinny jeans. I wish I'd lived in the mid-1970's because I'd have fitted in so well with the punk movement - it all seemed so exciting back then! I get my depressive moment I suppose but I'm not an emo, though I think people who take the piss out of them should stop creating stereotypes. I'm outspoken and love politics ect. and I want to be an investigative journalist. I'm a rampant feminist and think Germaine Greer deserves a bloody medal. The closest I've ever come to a celebirty experience was meeting Kate Mosse, the writer not the novelist. I probably spend too much time on the internet, and I'm too easily influenced.
So that's me. 

Quote

"Mozart has the classic purity of light and the blue ocean; Beethoven the romantic grandeur which belongs to the storms of air and sea, and while the soul of Mozart seems to dwell on the ethereal slopes of Olympus, that of Beethoven climbs shuddering the storm beaten sides of Sinai. Blessed be they both! Each represents a moment of the ideal life, each does us good."
Henri Fredrick Amiel

Beautiful

  Just an amazing dress. If yellow suited me I'd want to wear this to my wedding. I know it's not original, but I love the way lace plays with the borders between nudity and clothing. No wonder it was so popular in the buttoned-up Victorian times