Chansons D'Amour
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you can see it if you're in the LA network
That would make sense seeing as I'm in London!

you can see it if you're in the LA network

I don't think it's this week's issue-did anyone pick up Grazia? there were supposed to be some exclusive pics/news from the new look shoot. Although I braved the snow today I forgot to pick up the magazine.


The IndependentAlexa Chung: 'Only when I discovered boys (and vanity) did I start to focus on fashion'
Girl About Town
While the rest of London temporarily quit work to partake in the serious tasks of snowman construction and kitchen tray-based sledging, I spent the most part of Monday trapped at Heathrow airport with my nose pressed tight against the glass. I longed to be outside, patting together snowballs and preparing to pelt them in somebody's direction.
But no; instead, I was pushing some cold salmon around a plate listening to frantic announcements telling me that my flight was delayed and they weren't sure when or whether it would depart. A blasphemous rendition of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah" was being pumped into the lounge to calm people down. For me, at least, it was having the opposite effect.
As a result of spending waaaay too much time in departure lounges over the past few months, there are no magazines I haven't read, no corners of the duty free area I haven't needlessly raided, and no vegetarian options in EAT that I'm a stranger to. My clothes lay forever scruffily jumbled in a bottomless suitcase that trips people up the moment they walk through my front door.
But, no matter how many journeys I make or how well seasoned this traveller gets, I will always forget to take a hairbrush. This usually results in me clawing aimlessly at wet strands of hair in an effort to comb it through with my spidery hands, pulling out clumps of particularly vicious knots with regret.
When my clothes aren't forming part of some domestic fashion obstacle course, they're hanging limply in a hotel room waiting for me to frown at them for not being warm enough. It's not that I haven't tried to buy suitable clothing, it's that I literally can't find anything for these weather conditions. It's utterly ridiculous that at this time of year the shops I visit are only selling spring/summer clothes. Who do you actually know who buys their clothes so far ahead of the season? Surely this is a luxury reserved only for the incredibly rich or the incredibly silly? It's certainly of no use to me when I'm in desperate need of a woolly hat in a blizzard.
I'm in New York to film the T4 movie special of Confessions of a Shopaholic. Apparently, it's meant to be good (if a little out of touch with the economic climate). I have yet to see it, but I fear it may be in the same vein as The Women, Sex and the City and Beverly Hills Chihuahua, all of which I watched on a plane when I had hours to waste.
There's something about the way women shop in films that's really pukey (Clueless excluded, of course), or perhaps I just can't identify with it because I shop in a cold and calculated way. Usually I know what sort of thing I want and can dash around a shopfloor like the Terminator closing in on his prey. Unless it's a vintage shop, in which case I always end up asking them to turn the music down and emerge looking like 1969 threw up on me.
My relationship with clothes is a funny thing. Having spent my formative years in a practical combination of jodhpurs, wellies and my brother's hand-me-down jumpers, it wasn't until I discovered boys (and, in turn, vanity) that I became focused on how the jodhpurs flattered my **** (or not, as the case my be). Then, when I was modelling, it was mandatory to turn up to casting in an incredibly short denim skirt and some cowboy boots. It's weird to think that this was ever an OK look, but at least it provided me with some sort of uniform. Nowadays, I've resorted to doing a rather wooden impression of my mother's wardrobe in the late Eighties when she wore denim shirts, Russell & Bromley loafers and satchel bags. Strong look.
I'm often asked for my top fashion tips for next season; the items I have my eye on and how I'll be planning to wear them. As much as it pleases me that people are at all interested in my opinion, it's difficult for me not to respond with the truth. I really and truly don't know – ask me when I'm not dreaming of salopettes.


I think her articles have been improving since the groupie oneThanks for the vid and article. The way she greeted Hilary was really sweet! And dare I say it? The articles are getting better....

Is it... could it be a new kaleidescope?
It looks really like the bird one she wore a few years ago but it's a robot!
I love it!
I like the anti'breakfast show breakfast pics but it's freaky that there are so many and that they were followed into the shop. And they know what they bought....
She definately has a lot more coverage since she started going out with Alex and 3 famous people in 1 photo is probably worth more than just 1.
I don't like the leather trousers but I like the outfit in general. I think the boots are the once she was referring to when she said she wasn't sure about them but then she saw someone else wearing them and thought they must be cool (was it Valentine Fillol Cordier or Alice Dellal? I don't remember...) but they were what I imagined those boots to be like....
Am I making sense here? Sorry, I'll shut up now.
But it left me wondering why she's pushing cold salmon around a plate in a departure lounge if she's a vegetarian... I know it's completely off topic but it doesn't stop me wondering...
oh btw, PLEASE if anybody knows where that denim dress is from tell me because i neeed it!
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