Time for a Sunday morning rambling, I think!
It's been a glorious few days in London, sun blazing, all bare legs and manly (and not-so) manly torsos proudly stripped and now I have a day off...and it's raining. You got to love it...or don't. I choose don't. I hate the rain!
I just was reading some newsy-type things (oo la la), when I saw this furore about an Urban Outfitters tee with a questionable slogan...
Featuring a model, who I think frankly looks a bit sickly in this photo (shadows under the eyes, lank hair) wearing a slogan of 'eat less' is perhaps not putting their best foot forward. It's a pity because I
quite like absolutely adore UO. They've withdrawn them from their online store after a storm of complaints, but apparently they're still available instore.
I'm torn a little though because there's a tonne of slogan tees with terribly cliché or unfunny sayings which noone takes stock in. Noone really cares, so if one wants to air their (questionable) views, then so be it. Everyone has the right to their freedom of speech and more importantly are free to air their bad taste!
I saw this photo of Karl Lagerfeld and Vanessa Paradis in a homage to Warhol/Sedgewick and loved the retro vibe
I wish I had a pout like that. I'm talking about Vanessa, but Karl's got it going on too. Is it sad that his pout is better than mine? Is it sadder that I want a pout of a man?!
There is one other standout shot from the series
First what struck me was the cape (duh!), I am a sucker for animal print. But then, THEN! THE SHOES. Sorry, to go all capital but I really love them. I want them. Like, a lot.
Must she have Johnny Depp and those shoes? Isn't that too much gorgeousness for one person to handle? These are all important, important questions!
Soooo, customer of the week (and there wasn't many since it was so hot noone bothers to shop in nice weather) was this young woman who came strolling into the shop with her pram. The pram was covered with a scarf. I guess it was to protect the baby.
But then again, maybe I'm wrong. I say this because then the 'baby' started crying. And it wasn't a cute cry like this
'cos that I can handle easily. That ain't no thing. BUT NO. This was ultimate monster scream. It was like this guy under that blanket, seriously
Yeah, like Hulk on a bad day when he's hungry, thirsty, tired, has a bad hair day and is extra pissed at his persistent toochache. That was the scream that the 'baby' had. Ahhh children, eh? Fruit of our world!
Disclaimer: I do not actually have anything against babies. Or kids. Or even pre-teens (unless they like Bieber or N-Dubz, but that's just common sense :p)
I hope you are all planning to waste away the day relaxing with good friends and family! Or on your own, watching The Wire all the live long day...I love The Wire...sorry, where was I? Oh yes, have a fabulous day!