Filed under: eye candy, lusting, ranting and raving | Tags: asos, fringe, influenza, moccasins, netaporter, topshop
According to medicinenet.com, Influenza symptoms include fever, respiratory problems, headache, muscle ache, fatigue, and sometimes nausea. Check, check, check, sextuple check! So, while I was wary of saying it, because of often giving out about people throwing the term around willy-nilly, I think, on my fifth day in bed, I’m gonna do it. I have the FLU!
I feel like doing a clothes-related post. I feel like I haven’t shopped properly in ages, and there are some things I am really wanting. REAAALLLY wanting. I’ve been salivating over netaporter.com, which has a sale and is amazingly good value, almost the same type of prices for some things as on Asos, which I had a look at. Wasn’t that impressed, however. But the Topshop website has got me aching to go on a shopping spree. Lately I’ve been really stressed and tired all the time, leaving me really un-bothered about dressing interestingly. I also feel much more self concious about my body than I have in a long time. It’s like the more unhappy I get with myself, the unhappier I get, the more I eat, the fatter I get, the more I eat… etc etc. So I’ve been dressing in a really boring way, just jeans and t shirts mostly, and loadsa black.
BUT NOW! I’ve gotten this surge of motivation to go buy, and I feel for the first time in ages that not only do I feel like I need to get new stuff, but I know what I want, too. It’s fantastic, but also painful, because I’m not sure the next time I’ll get to go shopping.
Anyway, I think I’ll do up a few little outfits of things I WAAAAAANNNNNNTTTTTTT….
All from Topshop, bar the t-shirt, which is American Apparel. I really want these jeans, maybe. I need to try the on, though, because I have made an image in my head of how they’d look on: all slouchy and ending a bit above my ankles. Maybe if I bought them too big… And I’m falling for fringe, too… I want a pair of fringed moccasins, what’s gotten into me? It’s so un-me. But with a pair of super skinny jeans they could look pretty hot…
Okay, that’s all I have time for, so I’ll get some more pictures up of things I want.
For my own benefit, of course, since hardly anyone reads this.
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Filed under: ranting and raving
What time is it?
BLOG TIME!
I know I haven’t blogged properly in ages, and I feel mighty guilty about it. Blogging is good!
So today Chirine, Grace and I were sitting at the quay, beside the lake with the sun shining on the water and the breeze blowing in our hair, and we ended up talking about blogs. It really made me want to get back into it, so here I am, sitting at the LAPTOP (which has no internet) with MICROSOFT WORD open. And I’m writing. I have no way to put photos in here! And that’s the whole idea. You see, usually, when I decide to blog it’s such a big deal, because I haven’t done it in so long that I have millions of photos to share with you (who ARE you? Apart from Grace, who actually reads this?) so I end up just shoving a load of pictures up and saying “agghhhh, I don’t feel like writing anything, I’ve spent so long uploading the pictures, gahahgaragghh”. So that is why, this time, I decided to do a blog WITHOUT PICTURES! Ohmigodd, right? Yes, right. Oh my godd indeed.
Maybe I should explain what’s going on? Well, right now I have a French girl staying with me. Her name is Chirine! (that explains who I was talking about up there ^ and y’all know Grace, she’s over there somewhere, in my links) You see, I was in gay Pareeee for nine days from the 30th til the eighth, I think? Staying with this girly called Chirine, and speakin’ the French! So we travelled back to Ireland together, spent a few days in Dublin (where I bought a not-really-worth-70-euro seventy euro dress, gaahh! It was a spur of the moment thing!) and now we’re in Westport. Poor girl, the wesht of Ireland must be terribly boring for her, being a chic Parisian and all. If you have any ideas of what to do, let me know, even though by the that time she’ll probably be already gone… but let me know anywhoo!
Paris was FABulous. I had never been to France before, so it was all so exciting! I loved it, so so soo much. I felt like I was in a film, being beside the Eiffel Tower and seeing Montmarte and drinking coffees. Of course, I ate tonnes. The amount of bread I ate is insane. And I tried Macarons (not to be confused with macaroon bars, or anything to do with coconut, or macaroni and cheese, these are delicious little cakes biscuit things with cream in the middle. The chocolate is the best flavour, but the pistachio looks cool, because it’s bright green!) and of course I had my fair share or brioche and croissants and pain au chocolat, and gained loads of fat, but I guess it had to be done!
Hmm, what else has been going dowwnn?
Well, I was doing some sewing before France. After my work experience at John Rocha, I had loads of fabric. Loads, as in… Imagine five potato sacks full of fabric. That much, maybe more. They got me to sort out the fabric bin, and said I could take as much as I wanted! So of course, I took loads. How could I pass up the opportunity? It’s impossible to get good fabric in Ireland, and as this is John Rocha-worthy, I’m sure it’s very good quality. So, anyhow, I made a top thing, and a skirt/shorts thing. Both are “things”. By that I mean that they’re not really JUST a piece of clothing. The top is not just a top. It’s like a t-shirt mixed with a waistcoat mixed with a bra… yeah!! And the short/skirt thing is just that: a mix between a pair of shorts and a skirt, but yet not your traditional skort!
I’ll show all, soonish. (hmm, if I was you I wouldn’t trust me)
I’ve also got my head all kind of sorted out about going to university! I want to go to St Martin’s in London, but to do that you need to have a foundation art course done, so I might do that in Dublin first, if I can! Guess how much the fees are for there, though?
3,200 sterling a year. EFF! That is so much. And then food and accommodation, oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my goddd! But it’s exciting.
I’m gobsmackered about that James guy with the amazing work experience. TOTALLY gob-SMACKED! So, I thought, if he can do it then so can I! I’m writing to loads of designers in London for next year. Gareth Pugh, Christopher Kane, Alexander McQueen, all the other Londonians. Wouldn’t that be amazing! And I’m thinking that if the bigger ones don’t work out then maybe the smaller, more in need of a hand ones might. Such as Gareth Pugh, and perhaps Henry Holland? I could meet Aggy Aggy Aggy, OI OI OI! So, that is all very exciting. I want to get my clothing finished first though, so I can send pictures to impress them. (:
I think I’ve run dry of things to talk about, for the moment.
I’m listening to Laura Sheeran. Go to her myspace and buy her cds, NOW! They’re very good, and the songs won’t be available for long! As soon as she releases her album they’ll be lost forever, unless you pay like a billion euro for a copy. Right now they’re six euro each, wowow! She also has a blog. Read!
Give me feedback on this new Saoirse blog! My first ranty one, make a wish!
Ex oh ex
Well, haven’t blogged in forever!
So, basically, I need to talk about all the stuff that’s been going on.. Firstly, and most importantly I did a work placement in JOHN ROCHA! It was brill, I got to cut out patterns, and sort through all the lovely fabric, and sew beads onto stuff in the shape of insects and lizards and stuff.
Also, they gave me a ticket to the NCAD fashion show, which John’s daughter Simone was taking part in. I took pictures, which I’ll put up ina nother post, because I hate really looonnnnggg blogs.
Hmm, what else happened? Well, a boy called James added me on bebo, and we’ve been commenting, and he seems SUPAH-FLY! He’s into fashion, and got work experience with… VIVIENNE effing WESTWOOD and JASPER bloody CONRAN! Like, ohmagod! Anywhoo, I think a friendship will blossom, as he wants to go to St Martins and I want to go to St Martins, and we’re basically the same person. (that might be a SLIGHT exaggeration..)
Also, I shaved the sides of my head. WOOT! I’m digging it majorrllyy.
I’m off to PARIS on the 30th of June, for 10 days. So, new clothesss will be a-coming, I hope..!
I’m pretty sure that’s all I gots to say, so goodbyee!
Day1.
First of August.
We left at noon with the house sparkling clean for the visitors using our house in our absence. Caught our Ryanair flight to Pisa. When we arrived it was 10.30 Irish time and 11.30 Italian time. We got a taxi to the Royal Victoria Hotel, which was disappointing because the façade was being done up and was covered in scaffolding. The interior was amazing, though. I was so wired that I couldn’t even think of sleeping. This wasn’t helpedby the fact that the river bank was crowded with hoards and hoards of people sitting on the wall, just hanging out! So I hopped into my high waisted hot pants and a vest. Walking down to the bars with my step dad was like being on a stage. The combination of high waisted shorts and my pale pale skin caused people to stare, a lot. I bought lots of water and gulped it down. Damn, it was hot! After staring at bats flying over the river, I went back up to my room and got ready for bed, and realised I had already gotten a heat rash. Lying in my bed, I saw that my ceiling was amazing! All painted and old and.. beautiful.
Day 2
Quickly did the necessary touristy things such as the leaning tower. Wasn’t that leaning, really! Got the train to Genoa. Lovely and air conditioned! We arrived at the apartment. It was decorated like a manor house, which I found strange for an Italian 3 bed apartment! Went for a walk to check out shops and stuff. I decided that I hated the place, because I couldn’t see any shops that sold anything of interest to me. Carlo, the person who’s apartment we were staying in made a delicious risotto and fish dish. yum yum! After dinner mummy and I went out for a walk. Everything was cold. I felt very sad as it wasn’twhat I had expected at all- it was a ghost town!
Day3
Got funny but yummy croissants for breakfast filled with apricot jammy stuff. Went for another walk and found H&M and Zara to my delight!
Day4
We went to the port area, which had a great playground! Then we wandered around tiny narrow streets in the medieval quarter to find a restaurant. After a while we came across a piazza with loads of bars and restaurants all packed in. Sat outside and sampled my first taste of Genovese pesto- so creamy!
Day 5
We decided to go to the beach, so we caught a bus out of the city. It took about 20 mins until we were at the end of the line, after passing loads and loads and loads of beaches, all tiny and packed with people! We asked which beach was public, but found out that the public beach was just rocks. Not suitable for the younger siblings, oi! So we just went into the private beach, desperate at this point, while mum went for a walk. I think it was about a fiver to get in, another sum of money for a changing booth, more again for a locker.. oh oh oh! We sat down on the sunbeds, after realising we had left the towels with mummy! Then we got in trouble cos we hadn’t paid for the chair. Oh my goodness! The sea was ridiculously salty and the Italians were ridiculously skinny and beautiful- I felt fat and pale and ugly!
Had a delicious pizza for din dins!
Day 6.
We decided to catch a special train to a little town in the mountains called Cassella, which apparently had a swimming pool. The train was supakuul, all graffiti’d. And very narrow, so that it could climb steep mountains! On the train we got talking to a man who told us that the only train bringing us back to Genova that day was go to leave an hours after we got there! Bummer or what??!?! The town was vair quaint, little bra shops and a lovely bar/gelatería, where I had the best ice cream of the whole trip: lemon and pistachio .. oh YES! We passed the pool, but then had to hop straight back on the train. Then went to sleep in the apartamento!
Day 7.
Went to another private beach, but this one had a pool with it! It was a nice relaxing day, but nothing too exciting happened!
Day 8.
Mother and I took a DOUBLE DECKER train to Nervi,.where there was this amazering promenade clinging to a cliff face, dotted with cafés and little shops. One café was actually on a rock out in the waves that was connected to the mainland by a bridge. It was closed, because the waves were crazy and splashing all into it, but it was still cool to see. There were also private “beaches”, which were just bits of rocks with changing rooms beside them, umbrellas, chairs and changing rooms, ETC!
Day 9.
Got the train to Bonassola, a seaside town where we were going to be staying, but didn’t in the end up! It was nice, but kinda touristy. Met the nicest girl on the train!
Day 10.
The cleaner came to the apartment, so we al rushed out of the house and got a train to Spotorno. We went to the public part of the beach. Nice not to pay for beach!
Day 11.
Went to Zara in the morning and bought shorts and a striped dress..
piccies coming! of clothes! yipee!
Filed under: future reading, lusting, nouvelles, ranting and raving, recallations
I’m back from Italy.
Well, I’ve been back for quite a while really. Got back on the 15th. Eek. Lack of posts. You (as in Grace) must be on the verge of death. How could you survive without me? (heavvy heavy sarcasm.)
Anywhoo, I’ve been trying to gather and arrange and make sense of my trip. Blog coming soon with photos and memories all in diary format.
Might as well update that I’m going to Dublin on Saturday, and hope to get some flat black ankle boots for school. Also jodhpurs. Why don’t we have Gap here? I’d love the jodhpurs featured in British Vogue. Can’t find any pictures, but basically just… jodhpurs.
Why can’t I just be happy with my hair?
After having it cut quite short numerous times, I had decided to let it grow, all long and sunkissed and natural. But my mind has conflicting ideas. It keeps telling me that I want a short, Pixie cut, reminiscent of Edie Sedgwick, or more recently, Keira Knightley’s crop. Peroxide blonde is also a wanty, but I know it won’t happen. But wasn’t Marilyn Monroe’s hair so beautiful?
Yes, I have decided to go for it.
GO FOR IT!
Anyway, I have decided to just chop it all off.
I shall post many a photo here now showing some things I want.
Tell me which you think I should get, and would suit me(not too worried about that, stupidly..!)
Although Grace hates the idea of someone wearing glasses when it is not necessary, I desperately want some!
When my younger sister needed to get glasses at the age of three, I saw a pair of thick rimmed black glasses, and wanted them so! Mother said she would buy me clear glasses to encourage little sister to wear hers. I was delighted with myself! Unfortunately for me, there was no trouble from lil sis in wearing the spectacles, so I never got my glasses. But, ever since, I have wanted some.
I lusted after thick rimmed rectangular ones, until everyone decided to get them. Now, for the last while I have been wanting big, old style grandad ones.
If I was loooaddedd, I’d love a pair of the Cutler and Gross ones featured in the Feb ‘06 “Class of 2006″ shoot, like these, worn by Irina Zender, from the Ukraine
I have a plan.
A devious, mischievous plan.
I’m not going to tell you the ins and outs of this plan, but I will tell you the basic idea.
Wait for it…
Drumroll…
I’m setting up a fanzine!
Now, in this there will be art, music, fashion and interviews with non-famous wonderful people. Grace mentioned having it as an online thing aswell, but after thinking about it I have decided that I would prefer to keep it pen-and-paper-only. I will, however, set up a myspace site and post some of the pictures here.
Grace and I went to the beach to take pictures of clothes:
Filed under: ranting and raving
I told y’all about my attempts at getting work experience with Philip Treacey.
I was perfectly OK with the fact that they couldn’t have me because of legal reasons. Even getting a reply from them made me feel special. BUT! That’s not all. On returning from Dublin, there was a parcel waiting for me.
I was so excited, you can’t imagine. I opened it up, and inside was a wonderful book from Philip himself.
It’s full of photos of him and Isabella Blow. Some I have seen, and others I haven’t.
There is a really personal feel to it, as Blow and Treacy wrote and compiled most of it. It gives an insight into the close relationship they had together.
The most special thing about it, however, is that he signed it himself!
How amazing is that?
I love the face!
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I’m supeer happeeyy!
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I’m in the process of making a card to send back to him.
I’ll post a picture of it up here when it’s done.
Goodbyeness.
[this is a great portrait of the two of them, that is only one of the great photos in the book!]
I had my last exam today, Spanish!
So next year is Transition Year. I’m looking for work experience that is NOT working in Supervalu or the like. In my effort, I sent Philip Treacy, a fellow Irishperson, a letter.
I got a reply from his people yesterday! Here it is:
Thank you for the letter you sent to Philip. Unfortunately our insurance only covers having work experience over the age of 18. Please come in then, we’d love to have you!
How sucky eh? A least I tried…
Treacy famously made hats for the late Isabella Blow. Here’s a shoot of her wearing his hats:
