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^Thanks for posting the radio programme, will listen to it soon.
And also thanks for the new pics.
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And also thanks for the new pics.
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Thursday, April 24, 2008
Hello all!
After having been treated to a week of productive calm, I am thrilled at the prospect of extending into next week with nothing to do other than worry about it.
Actually, that's not strictly true. I've never been patient when it comes to relaxation and I'm no better at insignificant time wasting, toe twittering, telly watching (with the exception of Dead-Enders, obviously).
Apparently I'm not flying anywhere this week. (UUGHH.) The mere thought of having nowhere to be, no where to fly to and no fashion forward assignment to fulfil fills me with such dread that the physical withdrawal symptoms I'm beginning to feel might just be real.
OK – Cut to – I've just returned from the doc's with a wee fever, a bombastic bill and the possibility of a stone(s) in my gall bladder!
Apparently, there will be no opening up of the torso, just pills to make it/them disappear somewhere out there… La la la la la la.
My lovely doc tells me that the stomach represents the soul. His advice - "take a holiday and learn the art of doing nothing, Miss O'Connor."
My response -
Total torture of the mind!!!
It's Tuesday and I can tell you now that I am already feeling less pain. Seriously, nobody actually explained to me that the pain would feel something close to the pain of giving birth. Nobody told me I'd have to give birth to it either (so to speak). AHEM.
My lovely, lanky, moustachioed young cousin has arrived and is here to stay and inform me of everything current and cultural.
We are hitting all of London's greatest art galleries/museums this afternoon in attempt to turn me into the bona fide Royal Academy of Arts committee member that I have just become. I'm also dying to take a sneaky giggly look at myself hanging out/up at The National Portrait gallery, as it is my first time and I can't believe it!
If you are lucky enough to slope off one afternoon too then have a good old gawp at the exhibition. It's about modern muses of the 21st Century. I am absolutely thrilled to have been chosen but more hysterical at the prospect of being hung next to the likes of awe inspiring women such as Annie Lennox and Darcy Bussel.
Marvellous!
Xxx
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Hello all!
After having been treated to a week of productive calm, I am thrilled at the prospect of extending into next week with nothing to do other than worry about it.
Actually, that's not strictly true. I've never been patient when it comes to relaxation and I'm no better at insignificant time wasting, toe twittering, telly watching (with the exception of Dead-Enders, obviously).
Apparently I'm not flying anywhere this week. (UUGHH.) The mere thought of having nowhere to be, no where to fly to and no fashion forward assignment to fulfil fills me with such dread that the physical withdrawal symptoms I'm beginning to feel might just be real.
OK – Cut to – I've just returned from the doc's with a wee fever, a bombastic bill and the possibility of a stone(s) in my gall bladder!
Apparently, there will be no opening up of the torso, just pills to make it/them disappear somewhere out there… La la la la la la.
My lovely doc tells me that the stomach represents the soul. His advice - "take a holiday and learn the art of doing nothing, Miss O'Connor."
My response -
Total torture of the mind!!!
It's Tuesday and I can tell you now that I am already feeling less pain. Seriously, nobody actually explained to me that the pain would feel something close to the pain of giving birth. Nobody told me I'd have to give birth to it either (so to speak). AHEM.
My lovely, lanky, moustachioed young cousin has arrived and is here to stay and inform me of everything current and cultural.
We are hitting all of London's greatest art galleries/museums this afternoon in attempt to turn me into the bona fide Royal Academy of Arts committee member that I have just become. I'm also dying to take a sneaky giggly look at myself hanging out/up at The National Portrait gallery, as it is my first time and I can't believe it!
If you are lucky enough to slope off one afternoon too then have a good old gawp at the exhibition. It's about modern muses of the 21st Century. I am absolutely thrilled to have been chosen but more hysterical at the prospect of being hung next to the likes of awe inspiring women such as Annie Lennox and Darcy Bussel.
Marvellous!
Xxx
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Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sofia Strazzanti is a budding British fashion designer as well as the founder of Truffle. Heard of her? Well, I hadn't either, so upon the advice of every bona fide fashionista I know I popped round to have a cuppa and a nose at the current collection.
Now, inviting myself into other people's homes isn't something I do often, but there has been somewhat of a buzz surrounding the lady in question. She stood in front of me all petit and delicate and guided me towards a rather fierce rack of clothing that was both bold in structure and slick in appearance. I refrained from buying the whole collection and instead edited my enthusiasm down to three items.
The first was an asymmetrical coat in midnight blue with black patent straps on the collar (sort of Edward Scissor hands in a GOOD way), the second was a super chunky interwoven knit cardigan in the same shade and the third (my personal favourite), was a sexy black silk mini-dress with embroidery sporadically placed all over it. Come on, I thought out loud… You can handle that dress!
I shall be wearing THAT dress to a red carpet do on Thursday hosted by Bono, Emma Thompson and Thandie Newton - slightly dreading having to expose my pasty (wish black leggings were still in) corn-beef legs to the rest of the world but we can't have everything now, can we? Won't go into my bony Celtic kneecaps inherited from the Dad and loathed by all three of his daughters…
Tonight's menu will include a Chinese takeaway, a bath (man friend DIY-ing this evening), and a spot of modelling – yes, I shall be hosting a whole range of fluorescent wigs on my Barnet as a favour to Aimee, my hairstylist flatmate, who needs "something secure to cut and shape them on to". Not altogether sure HOW secure my head IS quite frankly, but that's another story…
Monday, May 12, 2008
Phew! What with the bank holiday over, I'm already sorely missing my family - all eight of them to be exact...
I really do feel that my creaky old house got the full workout this weekend!
After my four-year-old nephew was caught swinging on my 250-year-old banister like it was an arm belonging to a virile young man, I found out that his 13-year-old big brother had secretly filmed the innards of my house - and posted it on Myspace, telling the whole world how completely bored he was at his auntie's! I am beginning to see my place of worship in a whole new light!
I suppose it's fair to hold my hands up and say that I am NOT the world's most relaxed person when it comes to my much grafted, coveted possessions (man friend can also confirm this) - but who wouldn't become quietly hysterical over one's hot pink hand-embroidered Indian poof having been baptised for the purpose of blowing bubbles with the most heinous of slimy green cleaning products?
All said and done, I have lots of memories and oodles of happy photographs of my family dotted around my restored, pristine house and I can't help thinking that without my goofy Dad looking back at me (who do you think I get it from?), then life would be so incomplete.
It's not all about fashion you know! Though it certainly has helped...
So I'm like totally going to like NYC like yesterday but like most probably just soon for like a totally hot fashion shoot, so um I'm totally gonna freak out and like return and like tell you how psyched I am about like using the words trash and like cell and my apartment like next time we hang out and um blog and LIKE totally talk fashion!!!
LIKE SNOGS and the like,
Erin xxx
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sofia Strazzanti is a budding British fashion designer as well as the founder of Truffle. Heard of her? Well, I hadn't either, so upon the advice of every bona fide fashionista I know I popped round to have a cuppa and a nose at the current collection.
Now, inviting myself into other people's homes isn't something I do often, but there has been somewhat of a buzz surrounding the lady in question. She stood in front of me all petit and delicate and guided me towards a rather fierce rack of clothing that was both bold in structure and slick in appearance. I refrained from buying the whole collection and instead edited my enthusiasm down to three items.
The first was an asymmetrical coat in midnight blue with black patent straps on the collar (sort of Edward Scissor hands in a GOOD way), the second was a super chunky interwoven knit cardigan in the same shade and the third (my personal favourite), was a sexy black silk mini-dress with embroidery sporadically placed all over it. Come on, I thought out loud… You can handle that dress!
I shall be wearing THAT dress to a red carpet do on Thursday hosted by Bono, Emma Thompson and Thandie Newton - slightly dreading having to expose my pasty (wish black leggings were still in) corn-beef legs to the rest of the world but we can't have everything now, can we? Won't go into my bony Celtic kneecaps inherited from the Dad and loathed by all three of his daughters…
Tonight's menu will include a Chinese takeaway, a bath (man friend DIY-ing this evening), and a spot of modelling – yes, I shall be hosting a whole range of fluorescent wigs on my Barnet as a favour to Aimee, my hairstylist flatmate, who needs "something secure to cut and shape them on to". Not altogether sure HOW secure my head IS quite frankly, but that's another story…
Monday, May 12, 2008
Phew! What with the bank holiday over, I'm already sorely missing my family - all eight of them to be exact...
I really do feel that my creaky old house got the full workout this weekend!
After my four-year-old nephew was caught swinging on my 250-year-old banister like it was an arm belonging to a virile young man, I found out that his 13-year-old big brother had secretly filmed the innards of my house - and posted it on Myspace, telling the whole world how completely bored he was at his auntie's! I am beginning to see my place of worship in a whole new light!
I suppose it's fair to hold my hands up and say that I am NOT the world's most relaxed person when it comes to my much grafted, coveted possessions (man friend can also confirm this) - but who wouldn't become quietly hysterical over one's hot pink hand-embroidered Indian poof having been baptised for the purpose of blowing bubbles with the most heinous of slimy green cleaning products?
All said and done, I have lots of memories and oodles of happy photographs of my family dotted around my restored, pristine house and I can't help thinking that without my goofy Dad looking back at me (who do you think I get it from?), then life would be so incomplete.
It's not all about fashion you know! Though it certainly has helped...
So I'm like totally going to like NYC like yesterday but like most probably just soon for like a totally hot fashion shoot, so um I'm totally gonna freak out and like return and like tell you how psyched I am about like using the words trash and like cell and my apartment like next time we hang out and um blog and LIKE totally talk fashion!!!
LIKE SNOGS and the like,
Erin xxx
^How great is her profile?
www.vogue.co.uk
granny dame
30 May 2008, 11:00AM
Oh Granny, how I love you standing a mighty 4' 9'' tall at the age of 92.
If only you could picture us standing proudly side by side. She still floors me with her wisdom. Her usual question to all her grandchildren is: "Yes, but are you happy?" My answer is yes, especially when I spend time recharging my batteries with the gran' dame of our family. She is a triumphant mixture of both humility and pride wrapped around a great big heart.
A special thank you to all my family in Ireland for entertaining their cousin from the big smoke with sentimental stories of my own childhood. (Little sister and me caused havoc unravelling toilet paper around the house and many other helpful chores).
Countless hours were lost sumo wrestling with my nephew on the beach in Co Antrim, Northern Ireland - not to mention of importance of sampling the best of Bushmills 400-year anniversary whiskey.
Today's driving lesson went remarkably well, having endured only 11 beeps in 2 hours.
There was, however, one incident involving the driver in front of me who stopped abrubtly which caused an affectionate kiss between my bumper and his backend.
He abandoned his seat (leaving his vehicle in the middle of the road), to shout a tirade of abuse that was, thankfully, silent to my ears. He approached with venom only to stop short of my door and open his boot. I was relieved to see that he retrieved only a folder documents - perhaps he was perusing his will?
My expression betrayed me - I caught myself in the centre mirror looking like I had recently been removed from the womb, as opposed to a six foot giant who compacts reasonably well inside her Vauxhall Cavalier (manual).
I should point out that I was without my usual driving shoes and in their place wore a pair of snakeskin gripless Kurt Geiger ballet pumps- hiss hiss.
All anxiety aside - who knew that only 30 percent of people in London pass their driving tests? Would it be naive to continue or should I put the brake on for good?
I've just finished my final fitting with Ashley Isham, Singapore's answer to Versace. As a board member of the Royal Academy of Arts, it is important one looks the part. Their summer exhibition will take place next Wednesday on June 4. My gown? I'll give you a clue - it's orange!
With accelerated love,
Erin O'Bumper
Erin O'Connor
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www.vogue.co.uk
granny dame
30 May 2008, 11:00AM
Oh Granny, how I love you standing a mighty 4' 9'' tall at the age of 92.
If only you could picture us standing proudly side by side. She still floors me with her wisdom. Her usual question to all her grandchildren is: "Yes, but are you happy?" My answer is yes, especially when I spend time recharging my batteries with the gran' dame of our family. She is a triumphant mixture of both humility and pride wrapped around a great big heart.
A special thank you to all my family in Ireland for entertaining their cousin from the big smoke with sentimental stories of my own childhood. (Little sister and me caused havoc unravelling toilet paper around the house and many other helpful chores).
Countless hours were lost sumo wrestling with my nephew on the beach in Co Antrim, Northern Ireland - not to mention of importance of sampling the best of Bushmills 400-year anniversary whiskey.
Today's driving lesson went remarkably well, having endured only 11 beeps in 2 hours.
There was, however, one incident involving the driver in front of me who stopped abrubtly which caused an affectionate kiss between my bumper and his backend.
He abandoned his seat (leaving his vehicle in the middle of the road), to shout a tirade of abuse that was, thankfully, silent to my ears. He approached with venom only to stop short of my door and open his boot. I was relieved to see that he retrieved only a folder documents - perhaps he was perusing his will?
My expression betrayed me - I caught myself in the centre mirror looking like I had recently been removed from the womb, as opposed to a six foot giant who compacts reasonably well inside her Vauxhall Cavalier (manual).
I should point out that I was without my usual driving shoes and in their place wore a pair of snakeskin gripless Kurt Geiger ballet pumps- hiss hiss.
All anxiety aside - who knew that only 30 percent of people in London pass their driving tests? Would it be naive to continue or should I put the brake on for good?
I've just finished my final fitting with Ashley Isham, Singapore's answer to Versace. As a board member of the Royal Academy of Arts, it is important one looks the part. Their summer exhibition will take place next Wednesday on June 4. My gown? I'll give you a clue - it's orange!
With accelerated love,
Erin O'Bumper
Erin O'Connor
www.fashionologie.com
^That top is so cute.
www.vogue.co.uk
The Ones To Watch
17 June 2008, 12:20PM
Hello y'all,
The eyeballs are still aching due to some seriously spectacular visuals on show last week at the Graduate Fashion Show. The "every fashionista has it in their diary" event was deservingly upgraded to The Earls Court stadium, with students from all over the country delighting the audience with their uncompromising designs in bold shapes and mouth-watering colours. (Think men's suits emblazoned in trippy pink floral and womenswear sporting tartan and African beading all in one outing). PHEW!
The thing I love about our new generation of students is their ability to thrill without compromising on the terribly boring but very necessary rule of today's business branding. Yes, our future stars not only deliver visual splendour but an assertive understanding of how best to flog a piece of luxurious fabric!
I had the great privilege of hanging out with some of the students post-show, proving up-close-and-personal how talented and savvy they are - I think they may have gotten me a little tipsy, I have made a pact to give a talk, write for their newspaper and model in next year's fashion-show... See what I mean!!
In the same week I had to be practically resuscitated at The Royal College of Art, where I was thrilled to be honoured as a special guest. Wow, I thought - I have done nothing but enjoy posing blatantly for over a decade and I'M the one getting whoopedy whooped?
Many congratulations to all the students who made me feel proud to be a part of the beautifully bonkers, bafflingly brave, best of British fashion! Look out for the creations of Siri Johansen - OMG.
Tomorrow I'm having lunch with Dame Edna Everage and dinner with Viktor & Rolf, dressed as a piano.
I KNOW!!!
Erin O'Connor
www.vogue.co.uk
The Ones To Watch
17 June 2008, 12:20PM
Hello y'all,
The eyeballs are still aching due to some seriously spectacular visuals on show last week at the Graduate Fashion Show. The "every fashionista has it in their diary" event was deservingly upgraded to The Earls Court stadium, with students from all over the country delighting the audience with their uncompromising designs in bold shapes and mouth-watering colours. (Think men's suits emblazoned in trippy pink floral and womenswear sporting tartan and African beading all in one outing). PHEW!
The thing I love about our new generation of students is their ability to thrill without compromising on the terribly boring but very necessary rule of today's business branding. Yes, our future stars not only deliver visual splendour but an assertive understanding of how best to flog a piece of luxurious fabric!
I had the great privilege of hanging out with some of the students post-show, proving up-close-and-personal how talented and savvy they are - I think they may have gotten me a little tipsy, I have made a pact to give a talk, write for their newspaper and model in next year's fashion-show... See what I mean!!
In the same week I had to be practically resuscitated at The Royal College of Art, where I was thrilled to be honoured as a special guest. Wow, I thought - I have done nothing but enjoy posing blatantly for over a decade and I'M the one getting whoopedy whooped?
Many congratulations to all the students who made me feel proud to be a part of the beautifully bonkers, bafflingly brave, best of British fashion! Look out for the creations of Siri Johansen - OMG.
Tomorrow I'm having lunch with Dame Edna Everage and dinner with Viktor & Rolf, dressed as a piano.
I KNOW!!!
Erin O'Connor
www.vogue.co.uk
Baby Face
24 June 2008, 10:46AM
Having a bit of bother adjusting to the beginning of the week. Whilst my head has adjusted to a Monday my body refuses to leave Sunday! I think I am well and truly knackered.
As the most fashionable summer season kicks off all I want to do tonight is kick back. Two weeks on the road of some of the best art/fashion events on the calendar and I'm beginning to adhere to my narcissistic side - don't have any clothes left to wear, don't have any decent skin left to apply make-up to and most importantly of all, not a stitch left of clean under garments to protect my modesty.
All unincredible excuses I know, but with all of this whirling around the social periphery of central London I have had to let the domestic Goddess in me go - OK so it never quite arrived but I do try never to relinquish control of my tidy side. (Man friend does most of the washing and cooking because he happens to be brilliant at it).
He is as we speak laying beautiful old flag-stones down at the back of my house - is there no end to his sex appeal? I think not.
So, I can report that up until now I could only answer for two mannequin variations of me but last Thursday I spotted the third. At the Viktor & Rolf exhibition, guests were treated to a distorted monochrome-esque fantasy.
Now, for those of you who aren't sure who this couple are then I will just say this - they bring art into fashion, or rather fashion into art. Whatever way you want to look at it, they just bring it ON.
So back to me number three.
There I was at the opening, as fancy as you like, when all of a sudden I recognised the outfit, then the scale and finally my newly interpreted face. A big round chubby doll's face that even I couldn't have pulled off as a once dear sweet baby. Interesting - particularly when stuck on top of a 6ft frame OR 183cm OR whatever, really, it was just plain bonkers.
Well, I'm off now to build a barbecue. Got some lovely bricks down the reclaimers yard, now all I need to do is find my trowel! Champagne is on the menu for tonight's supper as me and man friend are celebrating something rather lovely...
xxx
Erin O'Connor
Baby Face
24 June 2008, 10:46AM
Having a bit of bother adjusting to the beginning of the week. Whilst my head has adjusted to a Monday my body refuses to leave Sunday! I think I am well and truly knackered.
As the most fashionable summer season kicks off all I want to do tonight is kick back. Two weeks on the road of some of the best art/fashion events on the calendar and I'm beginning to adhere to my narcissistic side - don't have any clothes left to wear, don't have any decent skin left to apply make-up to and most importantly of all, not a stitch left of clean under garments to protect my modesty.
All unincredible excuses I know, but with all of this whirling around the social periphery of central London I have had to let the domestic Goddess in me go - OK so it never quite arrived but I do try never to relinquish control of my tidy side. (Man friend does most of the washing and cooking because he happens to be brilliant at it).
He is as we speak laying beautiful old flag-stones down at the back of my house - is there no end to his sex appeal? I think not.
So, I can report that up until now I could only answer for two mannequin variations of me but last Thursday I spotted the third. At the Viktor & Rolf exhibition, guests were treated to a distorted monochrome-esque fantasy.
Now, for those of you who aren't sure who this couple are then I will just say this - they bring art into fashion, or rather fashion into art. Whatever way you want to look at it, they just bring it ON.
So back to me number three.
There I was at the opening, as fancy as you like, when all of a sudden I recognised the outfit, then the scale and finally my newly interpreted face. A big round chubby doll's face that even I couldn't have pulled off as a once dear sweet baby. Interesting - particularly when stuck on top of a 6ft frame OR 183cm OR whatever, really, it was just plain bonkers.
Well, I'm off now to build a barbecue. Got some lovely bricks down the reclaimers yard, now all I need to do is find my trowel! Champagne is on the menu for tonight's supper as me and man friend are celebrating something rather lovely...
xxx
Erin O'Connor
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