Valentine’s Day comes but once a year and for this I am truly grateful. This year I have plans with a female friend (if she doesn’t dump me first). Last year I went for a curry and got given a red rose wrapped in plastic and a card with a dog on the front, and the year before that I don’t remember. One year I got an iPod. That was cool.
Anyway, it’s a load of old boll%cks isn’t it? Just another way for Clintons Cards to make a few extra billion quid on the sale of shiny balloons, teddy bears made of polyester and cards as big as a fridge. It’s bad for the environment, hideous for the morale of the single person and should be banned.
It’s been a while, but we’re finally back on the blog after a period of absence. Sorry if that sounds a little menstrual, it’s not intentional. Now I’m rhyming unintentionally (too much rap).
So 2010’s here - a new year and a new decade. This decade - like the last one - has no name, which is annoying. Bring on the 20’s. At least we can say it. I was never comfortable with the ‘noughties’.
Here at the salon, we’ve got the builders in (again) and are getting the place ship-shape. I’m starting to think Unruly is a bit like the Forth Bridge, or some high-maintenance Notting Hill woman in constant need of attention. Yeah, that’s more like it. It’s all good though, because we love our builders.
Thank you to everyone that filled out our customer service questionnaires over the last couple of months. The feedback was enlightening and we’re doing our best to make the improvements you want us to. Not that you complained about much. Cheers for that.
One of my New Year’s Resolutions is to keep this blog up to date. So check back, because you never know, you might just learn something good.
My last post may have sung the praises of Topshop for their amazing handbag collection but it is a fickle world and a fashionista is entitled to change her mind.
I now have a problem with shopping in Topshop or at least their swimwear department (that’s if you can even call it a department).
Trying on swimwear in any shop can be an ordeal for most women. Bad lighting that exposes all your lumps and bumps and hideously fattening mirrors can make you wonder why you booked that beach holiday in Spain at all.
Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse imagine going to try on lots of lovely bikinis at Topshop only to find that you can only take three at a time into the fitting room (each bikini counts as two pieces of clothing and six items is the max). Now if that’s not enough to put you off imagine going into the changing room to find the bikini tops and bottoms tagged together “for security reasons”.
I kindly asked one of the shop assistants if they could untag the items and retag them in a more convenient way so I could try them on. They refused saying that I could just try on one piece at a time. How ludicrous! Isn’t the whole point of trying on bikinis so that you can see how it looks TOGETHER? You can’t try on a triangle top properly if the pants are tagged to the neck ties now can you?
I suggest Topshop rethink their bizarre policies but until then I will stick to lovely swimwear boutiques such as Heidi Klein and Melissa Odabash. The bikinis might be slightly overpriced but at least you can actually try them on and in decent light too!
Well well - how much difference a day can make in my life. One day I am styling a group of the hottest men in London for their 2008 calender and the next I am city hopping on the Eurostar to shoot their marketing material.
I am pretty used to early starts but when I arrived at Waterloo at the crack of dawn with coffee in hand I knew an interesting day lay ahead! As I forced a trolly of luggage and outfits through the busy station I kept getting funny looks from the passing crowds… I have to admit with the pile of Longchamp, Anya Hindmarch and Globetrotter cases piled to the sky I looked like Jennifer Lopez’s one man entourage.
The set up was easy and the team lovely, my assistant was on form and the hair and make-up transforming the ordinary looking models in to the well groomed inter-city travellers we were about to shoot. But by the time we all
made it into our carriage my caffeine buzz was wearing off - I was even given the police holding cell/office as a dressing room! The luxury areas are actually really nice… we were set up and ready to go. Lights - check! Photographer - Check! Models - Check! We can start to shoot, whoo hoo!
OH MY GOD - this was turning in to an experience, as the train travelled at the speed of light and everyone enjoyed their over-sized comfy seats and complimentry breakfast I was “cabin surfing” across country ( I commend any
trolly dolly that can serve hot drinks like this and still look graceful!!)Â I looked like bambi swaying back and forth grabbing things randomly to hold my self up.
The shots came quick and easy and the team stayed on their toes tweaking hair and re-applying gloss - before we knew it we were in Belgium. The glorious city looked amazing from the sun soaked platform…. shame we were
only there for 10 minutes before heading back!!
By the time we were back in London I had a slight inkling of what Phileas Fogg felt like, only I travelled via Eurostar and not hot air balloon!! All in all a good days work.. will definately travel in the posh part of the train next time but wll hopefully be enjoying the complimentry refreshments and not trying to pin models into clothes while balancing in a room the size of a shoe box!! Oh - a day in the life of me!!!
