changing subject real quick - SHOES

i know i promised the fashion week pix..but hold up one min!!!

Just wanted to spread some love...love for shoes. WE want more, don't have enough, or enough room... here's imagining....
these are just some of the lovely designs I came up with that I'd like to see on my feet...

Dubai International Fashion Week

Did someone die and did I end up at the funeral? Thats how I felt towards the end of the week.

Ok, so its a little harsh... but someone has to be...without gaining anymore enemies.. (its been a bad week for me, with fist fights on set with the agency to ruining a girls life, I think I have earned myself a first class one-way ticket to hell...) I think being a new place and all, with fashion still in its infancy, we can all be a bit nicey nicey here in this little bubble we call Dubai... I mean I am all about supporting my competitor (right).. but I have to say, I did have fun sitting in the front row bitching about the garments that were litterally falling off the models, or cut so oddly that they couldnt walk right... unless that is how they walk.. I wont mention names, becuase, well... see beginning of paragraph....

The after party was alright, the music was too quiet, there was far too much talkin, not enough dancing..or food. The food we did order was picked at by others; next time I suggest supplying more then nuts to hungry dubai-ians, who are not models and need a lot more for a thursday night out.. I know, being a victim to that dubai 5kg or whatever it is that everyone warns you about when you first move here.

I did get some good pics though.. which I'll share with you.. tomorrow... for now, here is a pic of me and my mini-me, Deeya...

Maybe I'll have something nicer to say tomorrow.. I think I am PMS-ing right now. It was not soooo bad, but the AMAZING reviews I read everywhere else told a different story to my impressions on the shows. I will post the good, bad and the ugly tomorrow...
nighty night xx

QRPD

Ma Soeur, J'adore

my lovely beautiful french-wanna-be sister is back! and I am sure as hell glad to see her damn pretty little face! so she's all about talking in french, which is sweet for her, but I have no idea what she is saying.. it feels like when I used to work a 9 - 5 job.. and my boss used to tell me what to do, I felt like homer simpson listening to his boss, ya know.. when it all sounds like jibberish to him.... yeah, like that!

so, not only is my little sister one hell of a looker, but she is awesome at buying her big sista great gifts too...

I have this bad habit; anything i love (actually, even just reeaaallly like) I have to turn that buy into a collection, needless to say, I collect cats (not real ones, honestly, i can't take care of anything living), thimbles, necklaces, sunglasses, anything to do with fairies and angels, butterflies (again, not real),.. the list goes on.

So Lia, that's ma sis, brings back from France, my new, and lastest obsession, and new collectable, a copy of French Elle, circa 1962. Its so freaking awesome! I had to contain myself from dribbling all over it! It is truely delicious; yummy in everyway. the pages smell like...well, mothballs really, but the browned pages of the vintage Elle are filled with character, taking you back to somewhere..chic..and erm french..

It may, or may not excite you as much as me, but I thought it was worth a post anywayz. So enjoy... hopefully as much as I did!

London loves....(part two)

So just to vent real fast before I get onto the subject of london...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!! my room mate decided (ok, I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose, BUT, she screwed up my computer, well, not the hole thing but the w key, its not attached to the key board..as you might have already guessed (if you're smart enough, no, its not me making more eirdo typos).. hich is really messing ith me right no, so ithout furhter complaints..I ill do my best to continue ithout....

If you know me, you'll know that I have problems with staying focused..this blog is most likely to go back and forth in time and subject.. if you feel confused...welcome to my orld.

Portobello did more then make my mouth water at this sight of vintage tea cups, old suit cases, bird cages and rows and rows of cheap socks and t shirts, but i discovered one damn fine awesome hair salon too! Feeling a little bit too goth, with my long black and very dry dyed hair, I made it some what of a mission to find a suitable salon hich screamed to me! Screamed what, I'm not entirely sure, the louder...the better...

And there it was..in all its phsycedelic glory, Children Of Vision. Just before leaving for New York, about 5 yrs back, I had walked past it, and thought.. one day, I'll get my hair done in there...

I really wanted to get pix of inside the salon, but they were being kindda funny about it.. which is fine as I got a postcard...oh damn.. I had one, which I planned to scan in, but I put gum in it by mistake...BUT, i found this pix of it outside...so at least ya'll be able to find it!

So I rocked up, well, stumble in super hungover but buzzing from an awesome all-night party for 2 after one of the best weddings ever (its great being sat next to a cute boy, and then waking up next to him too!). I give a slurred description to Ian (my fav hair dresser in the whole world!) of the a-symmetric neon pink drama I had when I first moved to New York, one side shaved under cut, and two random pink rat tails with a blunt fringe was more then enough to frigthen my boyfriend-at-the-time on a flight right back to England. I wanted something similar, but not as full on! This time instead of going for pink (so o-v-a-h kill) Ian matched the color to the turquiose blue and bright blue I had painted round my eyes... (Yes, my plan worked).

An amazing-for-London 35quid for the cut, 35quid for the extensions and I call that a complete make over, London Bargain Barnet!

This salon will definitely go beyond the boundaries for you, with an extensive choice of mad colored hair extensions, and a dog that greets you at the dog, you won't find anything like it anywhere else. The space is wicked, has funky laid-back decor, awesome prices...and friendly stylists who will listen to your boring "i-pulled-last-night" stories.... or am I the only one at 27 who does that?!

Pls see pix, for before and after looks (I was hung over ok!) and check it out for yourself (and ask for Ian! mention I told you so, maybe I'll get some free extensions next time!):

195 Portobello Road
London
W11 2ED
tel: 020 7792 2494

xox
Lovely Jubbly

-Buffi

London loves....(part one)

well, its more like Buffi loves LONDON! OMG, well folks, thats assuming I have any 'folks'..being a new blog and all, and having been a while since I posted, not sure I have any 'folks'... but anywayz... as I was saying..

So, London is like my top place EVER in the WHOLE world right now! (you'd think with all the love I have I would have got a discount on my 200quid fine for being 9kgs over the baggage limit... but no!) I came back over weight, bags and all, I put it down to how much absorbing of the culture, fashion, soul of london..hey its a whole lotta soul.... and a whole lotta loving..you can't expect to come back short on the cuddly size. I am a 27 yr old woman who is (coming to terms with being) proud of my curves!

I made sure I hit all the awesome markets; Spitalfields, Camden, Portolbello, charity stores; marlebone, finsbury, oxford circus, victory, and ventured into topshop where I was very disappointed, Primark beats TopShop hands down, with cute cheap ass socks and knickers (underwear to you American folks)... only things I wouldnt be buying in second hand stores.

As well as the bargains and gems I picked up on my insane "shopping" trip, I met a few gems. Spitalfields market was the first place I hit, where there happened to be this rather dissapointing free fashion show event going on.. but apart from that, it was really inspiring. I met this awesome chick, Nina Dewey, who makes even more awesome dresses from vintage shirts... they look incrediable on! The one I tried on, and eventually bought fit me like a lovely Lulu Guiness glove. Especially now finally admitting to my self that I am a cool medium, not the tiny small that I once was in my youth (which only happened to have been 6months ago, but hey, some of us age fast), I slipped on one of the one-of-a-kind halter dresses behind the back of a mirror, in the stall where she sells. The gaps behind me were enough to give someone a right eye full! Poor them! Anyway, point is, fit like a ..gem (note self:using that word too much today)! Like the designer, the dresses are feminine, individual and edgy, the perfect London find to take back to Dubai. But unlike other stalls, Nina is as strick on quality as she is with her patterns and fit.

Here is a pix of the chick herself. You can find more of her work at;www.enienay.com
....and maybe, if ya lucky, I will post a pic of me modelling one of these awesomely stunning garments!..
til part 2. peace outy
buffi
xox