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On The Move: London for LCM Part II.

January 9, 2014

As I’m writing this, I’ve just discovered I have only about a fifth of a bottle of water to last me a 6 hour 30 coach journey, so I’ll apologise in advance, lest I start sounding like a whiny bitch at all. Also, forgive the slightly too literal 90s goth vibe I’ve got going on above – I just can’t shake that choker… It’s all over: four crazy days of London living, and now I’m back on the ol’faithful Megabus lamenting the five-month waste of life that my degree currently feels like: can’t I just move to London now? Please?

There are many things about London that are just right up my street:

  • Everyone keeps themselves to themselves, and it’s pretty kosher to storm around the city wearing mental clothes, huge headphones and a natural scowl.
  • There’s so much shit going on: I love the feeling of being interconnected with creative processes actually happening – I wouldn’t survive five minutes in the sticks.
  • Nobody asks questions when you cheesily go into McDonalds after working all day to ask for just salt (emergency piercing cleaning materials, but he didn’t need to know that). “Would you like anything with that?” “Uh no, cheers – s’laters” *scarpers*

There are many things about London that make me want to set fire to people:

  • Carrying a suitcase. On the Underground. With a camera bag, a backpack and a shopping bag: it really ought to be illegal. I’m sorry if I ran over your foot. But if you’re one of the nobs who point-blank refused to say ‘thanks’ for me holding the door open, I hope you lost a toe to gangrene.
  • The try-hard fashionistas. You wouldn’t believe the amount of people I saw wearing absolutely bonafide outfits, until you looked up and saw they were wearing something akin to a birdcage on their head. Mate, I know you want to get street-snapped, but come on now – you look like Dame Edna.
  • Drunk coach-dwellers. Had the privilege of spending a two hour coach journey with a drunk old man and his equally drunk daughter behind me. Cackling. My distaste peaked when he leered “Oh hello, what’s yer name?” as I fought my way back down the aisle after chancing a wee on the motorway. Charmed.
My new favourite eatery - Hummus Bros - I lived off this mushroom/houmous mix and Wagamamas.

My new favourite eatery – Hummus Bros – I lived off this mushroom/houmous mix and Wagamamas.

One of the few show shots I actually caught - Agi & Sam A/W14.

One of the few show shots I actually caught – Agi & Sam A/W14.

Patisserie Valerie cakes that my Vegan self wanted but couldn't have.

Patisserie Valerie cakes that my Vegan self wanted but couldn’t have.

Day 3 was the end of my brain.

The best news about this week is the fact that I’ve been asked by WJ London to return to cover London Fashion Week with them.

Catch my LCM articles for WJ London here.

 

OOTD: Day 3 of LCM.

January 8, 2014

I might be typing, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my eyes may still be in bed. London Collections: Men is drawing to a close today and, trust me – I’ve had a blast. I’m not going to go into the details here, as an update will be posted later on, but here’s my last outfit of LCM (all that matters is that the mouse at the tube station yesterday didn’t get me).

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Outfit

Urban Outfitters Kimchi + Blue Blouse – £20 | Primark Pleated Skirt – £?

Urban Outfitters Urban Renewal Tartan Scarf – £9

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Make Up

Face: Illamasqua Skin Base Foundation in SB 02 | MAC Prep + Prime Transparent Finishing Powder | Revlon PhotoReady Concealer in Light | MAC Powder Blush in Peaches | Benefit Hervana Blush

Eyes: L’oreal Brow Pencil in Dark Brunette | Rimmel GlamEyes Liquid Eyeliner in Black | MAC Kohl Liner in Smolder | Benefit They’re Real Mascara | Smashbox Smokebox | Illamasqua Neutral Palette

Lips: MAC Matte Lipstick in Lady Danger

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Not particularly sure why/how I’m accidentally flipping off the camera here – but I like it…

Pipe-dreamin’: The Ideal Post-Graduation Apartment.

December 16, 2013

I’m now officially one-fat-third through my final university year and holy mother of maracas, it is absolutely terrifying. The prospect of being my own little entity, free from the cushy constraints of university life and academia, is as horrendously fear-inducing as it is exciting. However, softening the blow is the thought of escaping Lancaster to further, more hip’n’happening planes *cough* London *cough* and fabricating my dream flat (this is the biggest bullshit post ever written, I’m more likely to be living in my mother’s wheelie bin with my mangy persian cat, writing freelance pieces about erectile dysfunction). Anyyyyway, if the gods of goodwill somehow decide that I finally need my big break and I get a fancy PR/journalist internship in Central London, here are some of the drool-inducing pieces I definitely wouldn’t mind adorning my apartment: (this would be so motivating, were it not so easy to while away literal hours)

  • Urban Outfitters – Phlora Double Duvet Set – £50

I’m a big fan of florals but not the uber feminine look that often comes with them – so this graphic print with bright, anti-pastel accents is a must-have. Only problem I foresee would be my inability to drink a cup of tea in bed without throwing it all over the duvet cover – bright white with tea stains. Sacrilege. This would pair beautifully with a set of jewel violet black-out curtains.

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Ebony’s Trip To Cambridge/London: Day 1.

November 9, 2012

Hello! It’s finally time to get posting again, I think! I’m currently sat on the Virgin ‘Super’ Voyager enroute to Cambridge – though, arguably, it’s the slowest one I’ve ever travelled on. If you’re not a regular reader of my blog, I’m off on a little journey this week: firstly, I’m going to Cambridge Uni for the weekend to stay with my ‘bezzie mate’ Heather, before going on to London on Sunday in preparation for my week of work experience at Elle magazine starting Monday. I somehow managed to get the train this morning (granted, an hour later than originally planned), despite not having packed until about 9:30 – oops. Packed all the essentials: Kindle, MacBook, phone, nail varnish remover pads… Lush facemasks, y’know. Although, I have stupidly packed practically an entire week’s worth of clothes in a paper Selfridges bag – and it’s intermittently raining. Hopefully all my new get-up won’t end up all over Cambridge train station.

Today’s plan is to change trains at Birmingham then straight off to Cambridge – hopefully with time to do a little shopping when I get there, as we’re supposed to be going to an 80s-themed night out tonight (they call nights out ‘bops’, how strange?). I’m very much looking forward to checking out Cambridge, it looks absolutely divine from pictures – though I’m not sure my hodgepodge Northern/Welsh/Irishy accent is going to go down a storm with the posh and mighty. I’m sure I’ll update with some hilarious miscommunication stories before Sunday.

Here’s me, awkwardly taking an awkward picture on the train, feeling awkward:

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New Term, New Terms.

January 16, 2012

I’m a bad student. I just thought I’d get that out there. I’m lazy, prone to excessive and very unnecessary bouts of unrelenting procrastination, and there are times when I feel like I couldn’t give less of a shit. Now, this  is all fine, dandy and as angst-ridden as a teenager should be, and it just about got me through high school and college with the grades that I wanted to get into the 7th best university in the country… But now the golden gates of said university are really closing in and with increasing intensity, I’m coming to realise that this time it won’t just be a cakewalk. For  instance, I got my first ever C in anything in my first Literature essay (although, unless you are an avid fan of inane waffle – don’t take Literature – it’s wank) and it was a minus. Read more ›


Ebony. 25. Manchester.
Marketing Manager who likes to mouth off on here about stuff she cares about. Expect mental health, Borderline Personality Disorder, and reviews - from restaurants, to books, to fashion. Talks to cats more than people, but seemingly has a lot to say.
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