Shoes ..... hot to DEATH! I'd shank a bitch for these.

Now, I have to sing the praises of Mr Gentles AGAIN as he done did it again. I have another pair of custom shoes courtesy of him and his skills. The Flyest are basically his skilled artwork on shoes, bags, belts jackets etc. as long as it's leather. 

I love him SO much for these. All Saints stilettos with zip detail up the back of the shoe and I'm telling you I was prepared to kill for these, luckily I didn't have to. Cos I'm telling you I woulda packed them up and brought them with me to prison and shanked hardened crims to keep these.

And check out my foot in the shoe. I'm officially a model! 

Join the revolution before you can't afford him! Cop his shit here jabronis 

My next purchase when I find em

Was browsing trainer blogs as usual and found these Nike Dunk Pro SB mids. Love em, and will be looking for them, but I think they'd look much better with darker laces so that they fit in nicely cos right now those laces stand out like a High School Musical fan at a Lupe Concert. Just doesn't go, bruv.

Sexy as f*ck. 

Aye, Papi - look at my shoes, yo!

So it's been a good few days since I got hold of the shoes I so dearly wanted, and I have worn them already (my birthday pardee, thanx to all that came and those that sent texts, called me blab blah blah)

Here are the shoes. Thanx to my boy The Flyest. They really are the flyest, yo.

He has a facebook page, and he also does belts, kicks and bags, so for more info hit him up here or alternatively hit me up and I will give u his number. I won't post his number as I really don't know about some of these Internet types ..... :P

Ah wah di ......

I'm livid. In fact in incensed *insert angry, proper vex face smiley here *

I've had to survive without Foot Patrol closing down (well at least it's not permanent, but still) the woman I used to buy accessories from in Portobello has moved away, but I'm now having to deal with the loss of wait for it ........  Lin.

Who is Lin? She is the best nail technician/pedicurist in South London, might be so bold as to say THE WORLD. Vietnam don't make em like her anymore and I can't believe she's gone and I have no idea where to. Not so bad in terms of painting the nails as to be fair, I'm hardly J-Ho or Mariah Scarey, I can paint em myself, and half the time I do like the chipped look as it reminds me of when I was 8 (all 20 yrs ago almost to the day) but those feet massages, nuh uh!

I am thinking of setting up an American Idol style audition to search for Britain's best massagist (yeah that aint a word but I don't care right now) 

KISS MY TEETH.

Will be back later to upload the photos of the shoes that I got from a friend of mine who is overly talented, The Flyest. I think it's time we showed him off to the world before he gets too big and forgets my name when I shout after him as he walks with his 50 strong entourage at some fuckry club like Chinawhites........

January Sales? … PAH!

Is it me or has this year's January sales been a huge letdown? This time last year I had so many clothes bags and shoes my family thought I'd started up a business on eBay. This year is another kettle of fish. In fact, it's another breed of animal. I'll admit I've made a couple of purchases but the majority of the items weren't even in the damn sale. People were milling around the stores in the West End picking up what looked like to me as nothing but cack and tat. I don't know if I'm losing my lustre or the shops are only putting the shit they couldn't sell at the beginning of the season in to get rid of it.

I managed to get a coat that actually fits me so I don't look swamped and can still have a couple of layers (see the previous post) for a decent price too. Hoorah. As for me finding any decent trousers or skirts in my size, forget it! I've even been on my trusted ASOS.com and have not had the best luck. I ordered some trousers from there and they came complete with what looked like a bleach stain. Currently on its way back to their depot now. You bet your bad ass they are. I did get some great eyeshadow at a knockdown price, but this to me does not constitute to a great end of season sale.

People assume as I'm small that I have no trouble finding clothes to fit. What a bloody joke. The age old grass is greener scenario comes to mind. I'd like to put some weight on when I know plenty of my friends want to give it to me. I won't even mention the conversation I had on Facebook regarding my weight gain over Christmas and people telling me about my gym visits. KMT.

As for the gym, I'm most annoyed and frustrated because I have been advised by my doctor that I should rest it – ligament ruptured. Not happy. Hurts. Flat shoes. Thankfully on the mend now, and I was even naughty today and wore my Mary Janes out. Life on the edge, I know.

If anyone knows of anywhere I can get clothes reasonably priced for a 5'2 (and a half) size 6 with no hips and a decent sized bottom, I'd be grateful for your assistance.

Stocking up on Vaseline, Shea butter and hair grease

I finally gave in to the fact that Winter is here (well as far as I’m concerned, I don’t like any weather below 20 degrees so it’s Winter in my eyes) and have resorted to walking with heavier coats or cardigans. This makes me sad. As I know from now on, my skin will start to lighten and become drier, my hair will lose some of its sparkle and the Vaseline will yo-yo in and out until next May again.

Also the whole having to wear coats thing will mess up my outfits. I’m not necessarily the most girly girl you’ll come across, but man, I hate covering up perfectly well put together ensemble.

So what to do? I don’t like winter coats, and things like them ski style jackets don’t suit me as I’m so petite. The whole comfort and warmth over style drives me mad. And how the hell can you wear your favourite bangles on your arm with a 20cm thick layer of wool coat on without cutting off the circulation to your hands?

Don’t get me started on hats. Now I have gone natural with my hair, I like to have the afro out, even a well balanced beret will not look hot; even if I cainrow the front half of my hair, it’s not a good look. I don’t know how the likes of Ms Badu can effortlessly always look so on point yet have an air of finesse. You’re told to layer to look hot and keep out the cold at the same time. I just look like a vagrant. A picky headed, dry skinned, chapped lipped vagrant.

So as I prepare for winter by stocking up on vats of Vaseline, Shea Butter and hair grease, I’ll pass by the Travel Agents and see if they’ll take Luncheon vouchers and hopefully book that dream two week holiday to Hawaii in November.
Wish me luck!

Brazilians, Claws and leggins

I’m a big fan of different. Different is good. It means individuality. The only problem with that is when you are different, people want or admire it and re create it. Which means it’s not different anymore.

While reading I-D Magazine I came across one guy who re-defines the dictionary definition of different. His name is Zé das Medalhas. He’s World renowned, especially with the fashion circuit. There are pics of him all over the Internet, here are just a few:

I’m liking the elements of colour and texture I’ve seen in the shops recently; both with clothes and trainers. Particularly a pair of Nike’s I picked up earlier this week from my favourite sneaker shop which is tucked away in Soho. Trust me, they are bloody formidable. The graffiti artist Claw Money has put her stamp on these Nikes. Off the f*cking hook. I don’t even want to put them on my feet they are that disgusting. (In a good way, trust me on that.)

I am looking at the red ones next, fingers crossed I rob, steal or kill to get the money for them. At least I’d be the best dressed in the Prison, huh?

The 80s influence has taken over I’m glad to say as it’s made my life easier with certain elements. There now seems to have been an increase in the colour ways in one of my favourite sneakers: Converse All Stars. Vans and even Nike and Adidas have recently stepped up their game which has made for an interesting time in my retail life. This with textures and images from my youth I’m having a ball right now.

Mad shout out to those at Foot Patrol based in Soho, (gimme a job, yo!) Claw Money for bringing back my inspiration and to those of you out there walking around in a haze of colour and nostalgia.

I’ll be back to report on what I’ve seen “on the street” soon. x