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On The Move: London for LCM.

January 4, 2014

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Just thought I’d post a little update on what’s going down with me at the moment – managed to tear myself away from the schedule my adorable new Filofax keeps screaming at me. A week or so ago, I saw a post from Camilla Hunt of WJ London looking for LCM and LFW (London Collections: Men/London Fashion Week, for any non-fashion folk) contributors to cover the fashion shows – so I dropped her over my CV and some blog links, with a touch of subconscious begging and pleading. A couple of days ago, to my surprise, Camilla contacted me again to inform me that I’d been selected as one of the contributors – I’ll try and refrain from doing a smug hair flick.

So, my current state is revolving around fervent fearful outfit-planning and nervous carrot stick nibbling. Neither of which are going particularly well – I’m just staring at my suitcase with dismay. Last time I went to London for a fashion event, I dressed like an utter pillock, so one can only hope the gods of fashion shine down on the creative side of my brain tonight.

I will be posting links to my features but, if you want to keep on the ball with what myself and the team are getting up to – bookmark WJ’s fashion page. 

There’s a whole host of other shiz going on with me right now too – I’m rushed off my pathetically small feet. I’ve got to finish copy for a website for Monday, write a blog post for my new Social Media intern post at Neon Rose, start a huge new copywriting project, write a Literature essay for the 13th and oh, clean my new nipple piercing. There ain’t no rest for the wicked…

WISHLIST: June

June 12, 2013

1. Dahlia Ava Tassel Hem Dress with Lace Detail – £68How quirky is this dress? I have the perfect fedora and platform boots for it. It would also go beautifully with #4 – the RegalRose ring. 

2. ASOS shirt – £18 | I’ve been traipsing around the high street looking for a really simple plain white shirt to wear with the plethora of collar pins/statement necklaces I’ve been coveting recently. Thanks to Clara from CountessDuBlush for this find!

3. Boohoo Annie Oversized Vintage Jumper – £15 | I’d like this in coral and jade, please and thank you. The coral is on trend with the current pastel madness and is one of the very few colours that actually makes my pale skin look semi radiant, or at least alive.

4. RegalRose Zuri Turquoise Knuckle Ring – £17 | Massive fan of this brands stuff, not a particular fan of their price tags though. After losing my first midi ring last week, I’m scared to buy this. But I must. I must. Big on the stacking/OTT rings trend at the moment.

5. Company Magazine Fashion Forum Ticket – £25 | Plus travelling, plus food – argh. If I get a job within the next couple of days and secure some proper income, I am so very there. I’m also looking for someone to car pool with – I don’t have a car myself, but I did this with some bloggers to London Fashion Week last year and it worked really well and was cost-effective! Let me know if you fancy it!

6. Urban Outfitters Casio Pink Mini Digital Watch – £20 | The black Casio watch in a similar design has had me hovering over the ‘buy’ button for years, but this pink one might just have me sold. I’ve seen one in a mint green at Button & Bow however, that I might nab instead!

7. Boohoo Arwen Extreme Suedette Flatform Wedge – £25 | Why do I have to have pathetically small size-3 feet, which are always the first size to sell out? I want these and I want them badly. They’re the perfect ‘ALT’ernative to sandals if you’re a bit too gothy for them, like me. I’m on these as soon as they’re back in.

What’re you drooling over this month?

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NEWS: Rookie Mag Appoints New Editor.

June 12, 2013

When I saw this job listing in May, my little heart dropped and I wished – just for a few fleeting moments – that I could be that little bit older, that little bit bolder and arguably a good deal wiser. If you’ve followed me for a while, or seen my application to the ELLE Edited By The Interns 2013, you’ll know that I’m a big fan of the founder of RookieMag.com: seventeen-year old Tavi Gevinson. She has presented me with many an existential crisis at my twenty-years of age, having embarked upon her career from the mere age of eleven – leaving me to swallow my dashed hopes along with my long-lost ability to pull off a blue fringe and instead, consistently nag my sixteen year old sister to get her arse in gear and start some kooky blog. I digress: Rookie Mag has chosen a new Editor. Fanfares at the ready please, dun dun duuuuh: and it’s none other than Danielle Henderson, founder of the Feminist Ryan Gosling meme/blog/book. Now, when I discovered this, admittedly I was a little downhearted as, personally, I feel like the only being of vagina-possession who a) doesn’t give two cahoots about Gosling b) therefore, didn’t find anything to do with Gosling being posed as a loveable feminist even remotely funny/informative/entertaining. I’ve already formed a duvet fortress to dodge the daggers and disbelief.

But I’m a black sheep in the Gosling world, and once I found out that Henderson and her friend had happened upon the idea whilst making prompt-cards for her Feminism revision at university, I was all in: revision and a book deal in one? Colour me beyond impressed. One thing that did hit me with a sense of wonderment however, was that unlike Gevinson and, from the looks of it – the bulk of the writers at Rookie who seem to gravitate around eighteen – Henderson is thirty-six. She’s already a writer for the site, sure, but is this indicative of a mothering figure taking over some proceedings at Rookie? Don’t get me wrong, I’m inspired by Henderson’s achievements and I can see why that would be a good thing to bring to the forecourt, especially given her accolades are quite alternative and internet-related, which is something Rookie just loves. So maybe it’s just me, but I love the idea of a bunch of late teens doin’ it for themselves – just as my admiration for Gevinson has flourished mainly because of her age-to-success ratio.

Either way, I wish all the best for the new editor and hope to see a post about her inauguration later on today. I’m guessing she’ll be asleep now, being stateside – dreaming dreams of awesome. It’s not even 9am here and I’m inspired. Hell, I even did weighted squats this morning and I’ve yet to consume even a thimble of tea. Bring it on Wednesday, today is excessive blog catch-up time/tonsillitis-beating/Soother-suckin’ day.

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Hey It’s Okay…

June 5, 2013

Not to be a-ok super-duper girly positive 24/7, everyday in a globe-turn. If you’ve ever read Glamour magazine, you’ll recognise the titular reference (god damn, that’s a good word): they have a page in each issue upon which they list a number of everyday things we have to deal with, that we often have to pretend to like. Basically, it’s a collective admittance that we’re not all 100% perfection goddesses, or Karlie Kloss – which is a good thing, sure – until you see Karlie Kloss. So yeah, given fashion/beauty blogs often revolve about the pizazz and sparkle of our favourite products, styles and events – I thought I’d inject a little much-needed mildy cynical realism into the Barbie Dreamworld we seem to be making of the blogosphere. Here is a selection of things that grind my feminine gears:

temp (2)Fashion’s latest ‘IT’ model, notorious onesie-rocker and undeniably Britain’s hottest gurner – Cara Delevingne is the shit right now. When I first discovered her, I was totally on the ‘OMG guiz, it’s so nice to have a model who’s down to Earth and relatable!’ bandwagon – but now I’ve realised: no, oh no son, it is not – give it up. Models are supposed to be beautiful clothes-hangers who possess an attractiveness that ascends the sort of girl next door/girl on Page 3 look your average bloke goes for – not a) avid wearers of tiger onesies b) socialistas who hang out with their celebrity ‘wifeys’ (may I interject and say that I could write an entire post on that word alone) c) on cooking shows with other models. Just when we were already feeling grim enough that we had to make that third microwave meal in a week: we get to watch two beyond svelt models cooking recipes  on YouTube. 

I’m usually  not one for the objectifying of women myself, but the incessant barrage of Cara pictures in which she’s pulling a hideous, downright childish gurn face is just getting a bit much. I’m sorry, but you can’t pose like this:

And then pose like this:

Don’t even get me started on her tattoos. The fact that she’s the same age as me angers me in two brutally honest ways: a) bouts of disgraceful jealousy at her face b) the fact that she acts like an absolute berk and thus, makes fellow 20 year olds seem like berks of an equal measure. Within a couple of months, doing a ‘Cara’ face will completely and utterly be a universally understood term, if not entered into the Collins dictionary. P.s. Cara, you’re still fit.

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This summer we celebrate and embrace representing the colour scheme of the Red Light District. Dressing like a fluro stripper sign does not make me want to jump up brandishing my Visa Debit (I’m not going to pretend I’m either brave enough or old enough to possess a credit). Maybe this is something that the naturally tanned should stick to – and no, I’m not talking about you over there, reeking of Fake Bake – it’s something that can only look dire on our generally melanin-deprived skin tones, thanks to our good ol’British weather, surely.

I’m just imagining the tweens of my hometown falling out of Primark with bags laden with top-to-toe neon – think shitty industrial town and you probably already know where I’m referring to. If you really, really must insist on incorporating some of this bizarre trend into your #OOTD, maybe just stick to one piece – like a cool fluro jumper with a crisp white shirt, or a bright green neon satchel. I’m only going to be touching pastel neon with a tentative bargepole though: I’m too white ‘n’ nerdy for anything more potentially garish.

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Already touched on this in the last point, with the passive aggressive Fake Bake dig – but oh lordy, I am an ardent disliker of fake tan. Just – why? Okay, the appeal of something like a Garnier gradual tan can be appreciated – granted, it doesn’t smell particularly marvellous and it can often still make you look like  the love child of Pamela Anderson and a zebra, but at least it looks more ‘I’ve just come back from: Portugal – honest’, than ‘I’ve just come back from: Africa – I forgot the suncream’. If you’re naturally pale, embrace it: instead of lathering yourself in mushed up Cheetos in a bid to look healthier and slimmer, why don’t you just stop being a lazy shit and go to the gym? Or hey, just be happy how you are – you probably look damn good anyway.

I have only ever had bad experiences with tanning, or the furtive handful of occasions that I’ve flirted with it. These have only occurred, as a rule, because of peer pressure – or often, best-friend pressure. First experience: sneaking into the sunbeds when we were only 15/16 for the first (and with no sliver of doubt, my last) time, with my best friend – without being instructed to turn the fan on and, consequently walking like I’d starred in an anal gangbang porno and resembling a packet of Frazzles crisps for the following week. The others generally revolve around the aforementioned gradual tan, which I tried again more recently in March when I went to Marrakech with the same best friend – and predictably ended up a streaky bastard.

If you own a tanning glove: I do not understand you and your kind.

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Nights on Twitter where every other post contains a #BGT are my least favourite nights. Yeah, I’m a bit of a pop-culture scrooge: I rarely even watch TV – but if I do, it most definitely doesn’t include: #MIC #BGT #TOWIE etc etc #killmenow. The appeal in these shows is quietly apparent, I know, people do often watch the for the ‘OMG’ factor over the real ‘X’ factor, but in all honesty, I think they’re just a bit pile of crap and I’d much rather watch a bit of The Office US (RIP) or Modern Family. Gotta level with you though: bitches love Snog, Marry, Avoid and I am so one of those bitches.

 

So there you go, a little insight into the less rainbows-and-butterflies inhabited side of my brain. I’d really appreciate it if this caught on and somebody else wrote a similar post, to alleviate me of the ‘youngest old person ever’ feeling and remind me that we’re not all super girly girls, with our virtual pompoms, all the time. P.s. I’ve finished university for the year now – second year: complete. That means I’m going to be way more active on here now, so get following and anticipate much more!

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Internship at ELLE Magazine.

May 28, 2013

Today I applied for the 2013 Edited by the Interns competition on ELLEUK.com, which led me to recall that I’d never actually gotten around to doing a write-up about the week internship that I did there last October. My trip to London/Cambridge was so jam-packed crazy that I don’t even remember the couple of weeks after I returned home – I think I just did a lot of lamenting and hibernating. I managed to snag a placement from ELLE’s Market Editor Bonnie Rakhit after meeting her at a River Island x ELLE event in Manchester last summer, which you can read more about here. After a week or so of feverish email inbox refreshing, I finally got offered a week’s placement at ELLE and started planning (mentally spending) for my London visit.

London is phenomenal. I know it’s terribly, terribly cliché but I’m such a ridiculous city girl and thinking back to trips I’ve done to New York and London literally make me well up. I’m barely joking when I say that I’d chop off a limb, or lick a kitten heel to teleport back to either of them. Big cities bring out some weirdly confident Ebony, who seems to shrivel up in the dreary humdrum of Lancaster city, so I cannot wait until I escape next year and can move to the capital. Anyway, I digress. I’m fortunate enough to have a lovely aunt and uncle living near Camden who let me stay with them for the week, which was an absolute lifesaver because, dang – that city is expensive. If you find an internship but are struggling to find cheap accommodation, you should look into houseshares or hosts, with schemes like Room For Tea. 

Step 1: Buy an Oyster Card. If you’re in the same London-novice boat that I was, you’ll be sounding the ‘Oy-what?’ card somewhere about now. The Oyster card system allows you to top up a card, akin to a phone top-up, which lets you roam the city through the underground/buses/other public transport – lifesaver. Not always the best of systems when you’re running for the bus and it’s at the bottom of a bag even Mary Poppins would think you’re a twat for carrying, though. Also not helpful when you’re late out of work, trying to get your clothes packed to catch the last train back to Cambridge – and stuck in a Friday rush-hour queue to top it up, in Oxford Street station. Even that didn’t dampen my chipper Northern-bastard-in-London spirit.

Step 2: Be proficient with a map (by which, I mean a very small, inconspicuous map) or don’t bother going without a smartphone with maps. Bizarrely, I found my way to the office without a hitch on the first day, but found myself completely lost on the third morning – running around like a prat with the biggest, most tourist-y map you’ve ever seen. Unfortunately, I’d just had my iPhone stolen a couple of weeks before my trip, so I was relying on my trusty old Nokia E71, which was pants. Oh, and you might want to get friendly with the tube system too – you will probably go out and get drunk, and you will undoubtedly nearly end up in the wrong place.

Step 3: If you have a Northern accent, you have special preparatory homework before you should go to a fashion internship. I worked with quick-talking European ladies from whom ‘Dries Van Noten’ rolled off the tongue to an almost sexy degree, whereas, my confused equivalent was a more ‘Uh, ‘DREES VAN NOHHHTEN’? And I don’t even have a particularly Northern accent. You need to be damn quick with a pen and the sticky notes too – shiz moves fast in these places, with no room for mistake.

Step 4: You might have to get up close and personal with some celebrities. No, I didn’t get my staple on with One Direction or braid Taylor Swift’s hair – but, I did return underwear that Victoria Beckham had worn on a shoot for the March issue. Geddin’, if that’s what you’re into. You’re going to be doing a lot of this returning too: I literally spent the entire week, bar about an hour (accumulative running up and down to the post-room time) doing returns from shoots. If you’re a fashion-lover though – in the clutches of endless Jimmy Choos and hiding in the jewelled cavern of the fashion cupboard – you’ll stay in your element 9 – 5.

Step 5: Go to Leon. Your mouth will thank me. So will your stomach, come 4pm when you’re salivating with hunger into a Moschino clutch. Trust me, the Pret superfood salad just isn’t going to cut it.

Step 6: Open your mouth and don’t be afraid to dress how you want to. I’m going to contradict myself with this one: I wore a really outlandish but arguably awesome hipster/Japanese-y/secretary/plain-crazy ensemble one day, and got complimented on it by one of the actual writers – which I was absolutely elated about – but instead of being all ‘Oh yeah, thanks! It’s from *insert plethora of stores*’, I giggled like a schoolgirl, squeaked ‘Thanks!’ and dived back into my fashion cupboard of solitude and safety. On the other hand, I did redeem myself towards the end of the week, when one of the other interns was working on a website feature with Bonnie, and I jumped in with a suggestion for them and she loved it. I spent the rest of the evening calling up my mum/dad/best friend/cat squealing that I’d got one whole line on the site.

Nervous and over-secretaried to Hell on the first day.

Step 7: Name drop me, please? I want back there. Pronto.

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‘This Is Skinny Club’ – Company Magazine.

May 19, 2013

As a general rule, I’d happily call myself a fan of Company magazine. I find it seamlessly bridges the gap between blogger and magazine, featuring fashion bloggers heavily and always presenting an accessible idea of fashion, which is seldom found in the likes of Vogue – which even with the new Miss Vogue, doesn’t know how to financially cater to anyone who isn’t Millie Mackintosh. So, when I happened upon this feature, ‘This Is Skinny Club’, presented with a pro-ED slant on Fight Club’s infamous “the first rule of Fight Club – is that you don’t talk about Fight Club’ and a callous back-of-the-head shot from the snarky ‘anon’ writer – who finds it perfectly acceptable to release her warped idea of reality – in a manner that does nothing short of glamourising eating disorders, yet conveniently hasn’t the gonads to show her face with her little dynamite of a story.

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S/S 2013 Beauty: Hello 60s, Hello Edie Sedgwick?

April 13, 2013

I’ve got to admit, about 75% of trends that I read about either leave me despairing for the powers that be of the fashion world, or proclaiming a sighed “Is that it?”. However, Spring/Summer 2013 seems to be changing that with an eternally stylish nod to the ‘Swingin’ Sixties’. Now, if this is drawing up blanks for you here, I recommend a bit of background reading, or watching rather, in the guise of Factory Girl: a biographical film about Andy Warhol and his ill-fated muse: Edie Sedgwick. Sedgwick IS the 60s. Think heavy black lined eyes, pale lips and a tiny injection of heroin chic and you’re there quicker than you can say ‘Campbell’s Tomato Soup’ (please get the reference, guys).

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This Month’s Fashion Events: in the North.

April 8, 2013

And many more!

Fashion events in the North, as you know if you’re unfortunate enough to live here too, are usually so few and far between that they sneak up like a good buy in a Topshop sale. They’re also inexplicably difficult to discover, unless you’re in the Fashion/PR/Marketing industry, generally due to a lack of coverage and a lack of an obvious ‘HELLO WE POST NORTHERN FASHION EVENTS’ Twitter page. This narks me off, no end, as I always seem to miss out on stuff and end up finding it popping up all over the Twittersphere weeks later so, before we all start emigrating to London – I’ve done a little research and here’s a compilation of events (generally in the Manchester area) that I’ve spotted coming up this month:

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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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An ELNfashion Update.

November 1, 2012

I notice that, again, I’ve been really quiet on the blogging front recently – primarily due to the fact that I’ve been catching up on the past couple of weeks at uni that I’ve missed. Apologies, apologies, I’m finally managing to get everything back in order so I’ll be back to posting regularly very soon. I’ve also had my iPhone stolen recently, if you were wondering why I’m barely ever on Twitter either, these days. Here are some posts that I’m looking to write hopefully before the end of the week:

  • Urban Outfitters Gets Uber Criticism – Bought way too many dodgy products from there recently.
  • Urban Outfitters Haul – Picking the decent stuff from the crap.
  • Saying Hello To My New Macbook Air – Apple or Windows? Windows 8 perks vs. Mac functionality.
  • Halloween Feature – Potentially not the most interesting post, as we didn’t even dress up – haha.
  • Planning for my work experience at ELLE in London in 11 days!
  • Topshop/Urban Outfitters/Miss Selfridge/New Look New In Feature.
  • Cambridge Satchel Bag Lovin’.
  • Alex Christopher Event Write-Up.
  • Brat & Suzie Review.

And I’m sure I’ll think of plenty more soon.


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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