Saturday, 26 June 2010


Secret Cinema last weekend was insane. So insane, I'm still raving about it. To anyone who'll listen. Arriving at Canary Wharf, I located my friend and joined the gaggle of curiously dressed people milling around the area. Having no idea what was in store for us, we waited in line until some fabulously dressed air hostesses descended on us and our journey began.

Sitting on the blacked-out coach being ID-ed by the over zealous detective, I still had no idea what film we were about to see. Even when we arrived at our destination and were swooped on by immigrants trying to sell us used mattresses and toilet seats, I was still none the wiser. The little dwarf men smashing up the car didn't give much away either...until we shuffled into the warehouse and I realised we were in Chinatown, Downtown LA...we were in Blade Runner! Embarrassingly, I hadn't seen this cult classic but knew the setting and Vangelis soundtrack off by heart due to my younger self's obsession with the computer game and my father's obsession with the soundtrack.

By the time we left, I'd held a python, had the best falafel of my life and finally added Blade Runner to my list of watched films (in the best possible setting).

Oh, and I developed a huge girl crush on the replicant Rachel. Absolute babe.

Sign up at Secret Cinema to keep up to date with their latest goings on. Looking forward to the next event - they set the bar very high this time so I'm excited for what's to come...

Friday, 18 June 2010


It's been a year now since I came back from a month working at Anjali House in Siem Reap, Cambodia and I want to go back more than ever. Anjali is a day centre for under privileged kids, most of whom were working on the streets begging before they came here. The day is split into two - one half they spend at their school and the other half they spend learning English, life skills and playing games at Anjali. The children are fed and showered - two things we take for granted, but without Anjali, most of the children would be lucky to get one meal a day. The kids have had tough lives so far, yet are so grateful for what they have. It puts bratty, whiney Western children to shame.

So if you find yourself in Siem Reap and fancy helping out or just going for a visit, then contact them through the website. Sounds corny but it'll change your perspective on everything.

Tuesday, 8 June 2010


I once read in a magazine that you're either a bag or a shoe girl, and that all girls with feet above a size 7 were bag girls. I nodded in silent agreement as I recalled all those times I'd been into a shop and passed the dainty little size 3 display shoes to the sales assistant only to get handed back an oaf-like pair of size 7s. I even have to hang my head in shame and ask for size 8s sometimes.

But hey, I got over it at about the same time I got over my A-cups and now I love shoes. They make me want to vomit with desire sometimes. Especially anything black and wedgey. I've also got over the fact that I'm pretty fucking tall with heels on. Feeling like a giraffe has its high points (geddit?!).

But anyway, I digress. Despite their associations with Chloe Sevigny (who I dislike for absolutely no reason), I've become fonder and fonder of Opening Ceremony. And these shoes are TDF as my acronym-loving friends would say:

Opening Ceremony lace-up rope wedge $470

Opening Ceremony ankle boot clog $520

Opening Ceremony leopard gladiator (really??) sandals $415

Now all I need is a wodge of cash...anyone?
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