When Posh first started designing, didn’t we all think it was going to be just a phase? Something to disguise the fact that she was basically just a WAG who’d once been a sub-standard singer (apart from My Heart’s Got a Mind of its Own, which is a classic of our time). But turns out, she’s pretty darn talented. Her collection has become the must-see show at NYFW. Not least because Becks shows up looking beautiful, sits next to Anna Win-tour, and furrows his brow in a serious yet supportive manner. Which must have been mighty distracting for the models walking past:

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Anyway, back to the clothes, and VB has once again nailed it with a fall collection that has a military edge but still manages to be ladylike. Come the autumn anyone who’s anyone will be wearing tailored dresses with thick socks, flat boots and a double belt. Colour is sparse, but I like to think it harks back to her Posh Spice days circa Say You’ll Be There. Well done VB, you’ve done us proud:

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Hurrah for the weekend! Another three-day one for me (smug? Moi? Never), and another trip out to the countryside. It’s a hard life. Do you have any exciting plans? Whilst flicking through the numerous home decor magazines strewn (read: stacked in chronological order) around my flat, one store name pops up time and time again: the French Bedroom Company. Although some of their furniture is a little, what’s the word, flouncy, for my taste, they do have some real gems. Take for example the white nailhead trim chair and the Paris screen… I’m completely smitten. As the cushion so rightly says: LOVE. Oh, and what’s that? A Temperley scented candle? Go on then:

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Thandie Newton is the worthy winner of my look of the week, since sometimes you don’t need all the bells and whistles of a Roberto Cavalli or a Matthew Williamson. Sometimes sleek and black is enough. More than enough. Thandie looks so elegant in this one-shoulder Osman dress, with simple gold accessories and shiny hair as the cherry on top. And for my room of the week, well, just look. Even though the lightbulbs must be a b***h to change, it would totally be worth it. The floors! The fireplace! The windows! Good lord, this is what heaven must look like:

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I hope you have a perfect weekend whatever you’re doing and wherever you may be…

Happy Friday everyone! I’m sure you’re all looking forward to the upcoming weekend as much as I am. It’s been an up and down kinda week, so I’m looking forward to heading out of London and up to my mum’s house in the country for some peace and tranquility, and a certain George Clooney on Saturday night. Sounds like the perfect combination to me. Here are a few images that I have been drawn to on Pinterest lately and which made me smile… some words that rang true with me, opal jewellery (I die for opals) and Marchesa + Kate Spade:

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My look of the week goes to someone who has made a career out of being showy, however in this instance Kim K does understated. And quite beautifully. Yes, the labels are still on show, what with the Loubs and the Chanel 2.55 arm candy, however it’s the gorgous Elizabeth and James blazer paired with skinny navy jeans that makes this outfit. Not to mention that Hermès belt. And for my room of the week, this would be my perfect working environment. Tons of natural light, fresh air and plenty of room to be creative:

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I hope you have a lovely weekend whatever you’re doing and wherever you may be…

As featured in UK Marie Claire magazine, March 2012

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On preferring the Hollywood of old: “I wish I was born at another time, so I could have done big musical productions. I would have been so happy. I’m very old-fashioned in that way. I love being an independent woman but, as a talent you were more nurtured then. Secretly, I wish I was owned by the studio.”
On her obsession with taking photos: “Why am I so fascinated with capturing moments? I’ll tell you why. Because I’ve had so much change in my life. My whole life things have changed constantly, so psychologically I’m sure I’m quite sentimental. I want to remember the feeling, not only what it looks like. When it’s happening, it’s so wonderful but I know it’s gonna change or not gonna last. Everything changes so I want to remember it because I feel grateful for it.”
On childhood and motherhood: “I’m very grateful that I didn’t have to grow up in the public eye and I got to grow up in Maine and have a real childhood. I do have my worries for Milo. I mean, we live in Manhattan in a huge house, and we have a staff, and we have a very different life. He would be happiest if we lived in the country somewhere, just the two of us.”
On her plans for the future: “I don’t have plans further than a couple of weeks ahead. If I’ve learned anything about life it’s that you don’t know what’s going to happen. I’d rather plan where I’m going to be today.”

The Help was the outright winner at last night’s Screen Actors Guild Awards, however the competition on the red carpet was a more closely contested affair. Following the Golden Globes, I have to say that once again I wasn’t blown away by the fashion choices. Yes, the ladies looked scrubbed up to perfection (and sitting here in a hoodie and trackies, who am I really to pass judgement), but no one stood out particularly. And annoying, no one got it spectacularly wrong. I suspect choices of gown were not left to a 2-year-old this time. Up there for my best dressed, at a push, was Michelle Williams, who fared far better in scarlet Valentino than she did at the Globes in the devore velvet Jason Wu disaster. I also thought that Dianna Agron looked stunning in Carolina Herrera and a Grecian up-do. There was a lot more colour on this red carpet, which made a nice change from the snoozeville nude army, but nothing came close to Kunis in McQueen last year (see here).

So, Brange Does Red Carpet, round two. Firstly, Brad in Balenciaga? Hot, hotty, hot. But dude, the hair’s gotta go. We’re veering perilously close to Nicky Clarke territory. As for Angie… hmm, I see this and I remember that I need to take the bins out. Ok, so she’d look good in a 99p refuse sack from the corner shop, but this is Jenny Packham for crying out loud. Packham does not a Duchess make. The Oscars are just around the corner, Ange… game face.

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