Wrap up warm kids, winter is here.

Well winter is truly here. It has been snowing nearly everyday for the past week here in blighty. It was nice for the first couple of days but after walking became treacherous I had to gracefully bow out of leaving the house other than for work and school. Plus i've been incredibly ill this week and haven't got nearly anything that needed to be done completely finished. least of all the revision that I am meant to have done for the exam I have at various intervals this week.

However, this has driven me completely insane at myself, trust me, i'm mentally hitting myself as we speak. Therefore, organisation is the name of the game. Not only do I have all of this to do but i'm determined to make this into a fully functioning blog instead of a sporadic rambling board and to do this i'm going to combine the two. 'How are you going to do this?!' I hear you shout. Well dear friends i'm going to post a 'To-do' list on this here blog and check it off as I go, in turn, giving a regular blog at the same time. Yay, simple.

Back to the reason I even started this, fashion. Topic: street style. Along with my new 'To-do list' strategy, i'm instigating "Street Chic Saturdays". This will consist of my attempts to accost people on a regular basis that, to me, look cool and in turn, I will show you on here (told you I was getting organised).

For today you are going to have to settle for some lust. Bag lust. Hair lust. Life lust; you get the picture.

Cherry Bomb.

After watching 'The Runaways', my love for Joan Jett has been successfully rekindled. The black leather and home made band t-shirts combined with the blonde hair, lingerie and attitude made me want to be in an all girl rock band again. The flares and biker jacket are definitely coming back out on Monday for college.

A word to Taylor Momsen: You are not Cherie Currie. Stop trying so hard.

Crash and Burn. Young and Loaded.

I have been living in harem pants, smoking, drinking countless cups of coffee, with incense burning away in the background and "Nananananana" by My Chemical Romance on repeat. I have decided that these are my favourite things to do and be around in the world. Now i'm sitting in my boyfriends slightly darkened room listening to Frankie and The Heartstrings. Life can get no better then this.

Incense and cigarette smoke.

My lack of posting has become ridiculous this summer. To anybody who reads my blog I am truly sorry. These past few weeks have been some of the most testing I have ever had and the malaise has only just started to wear off.

Getting my A-Level results meant having to change the plans of a lifetime and trying to literally sort my life out has taken up most of my time and energy. University will have to wait till this time next year. On the plus side it has made me re-evaluate some of my priorities and has made me realise I have some people that are truly amazing in my life and one year down the line i'm happy to say that my boyfriend is still one of them.



But I on my days off I have managed to get a job at my local Topshop and visit Summer Sundae Festival in Leicester with a few of the best people ever. Although everybody seemed to possibly be the same person, I have never seen so many pairs of stonewashed denim shorts in my life, I saw some people with amazing style and had my camera not been broken, I would have captured them all for you to see. Otherwise here are a few snaps from the festival and a few other events that my friends managed to capture:












So you see it's not all bad. I will be here more often from now on with any luck. I'll still be smoking, still be addicted to caffeine and probably still dress badly but with any luck I may be happier.
Much love.
Peace Out.
The Secret Goldfish

Cause' anyone can be a model now.

Yeah I know what you are thinking; why is she not gracing the cover of Vogue right this very second? Worry not friends, they offered, I turned them down; Anna Wintour realised that I don't respond to brown-nosing.











Although posing for some photographs is fun, I think that you get the best results when they are unplanned.


The gods were smiling when they made Lily

















VANITY INSANITY.

Classifications with Coffee.

Every girl is different? Correct.
Every girl has a slightly different body? Correct.
Every girl is an idividual? Correct.
We can't classify them or put them into categories? INCORRECT.

I have devised a system to put every girl into a category and my inspiration? Starbucks. I was thinking about this while I was cleaning my teeth and admiring my new jumpsuit. Now everybody as well as myself know that I am not a thin girl, i'm not huge but I am not a waif. I am not a biscotti more like a chocolate HobNob. This got me thinking and here I present to you, the girl classification system a la Charlotte Anderson.


The skinny, no sugar, semi-skimmed, caramel machiatto:



The Black Coffee:



The Caramel Frappucino:



The Chai Tea:



The Cappuccino:



The Espresso:



The Mocha:





Any queries? Want to know where you are? Just message me

On another note its my 18th birthday on Saturday and I will be rocking a new jumpsuit and a pair of peep-toe suede wedges from topshop; hopefully there will be pictures. Lets channel that Bohemian,70's rock vibe this summer.

Androdgeny Ahoy-Hoy.

Mens fashion is something which is meant to be admired. The components for a suit are so accurately made and then constructed. Old fashioned tailoring is, in a way, its own art form.

My love of it came about when I was about 6 years old and my mum stared to expose me to pre 20th century love novels and the reniessence dress style first entered my conciousness. Not everybody can be your Mr. Darcy but perhaps you can be your own modern day version.



Chloe Sevigny channels feminine androgeny perfectly. Her balance between femme and masculine is on the line of genius and personally I think this is done cleverly by her use of fabrics and accessories.