Friday, 30 April 2010

Fashion Fix #9 Berlin Style Special

Hi lovers, recently I went home to Berlin. It was fun. People were hotter than I remembered from back in the day, but maybe it was all just French and British tourists (most likely)!

So I thought it might be a good idea to do a fashion fix Berlin special, cause if Berlin knows how to do one thing (apart from hardcore techno) it’s fashion. Berlin symbolises that certain ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude. Its fashion scene comes to life through rugged layered looks, thrown together patterns, hippie hair, nice shoes, lots of knitwear, oversized garments in every possible variety, lots of cool vintage bags all topped with that certain nonchalant Berlin pout.

Please pay special attention to the look of the guys. E.A.T. that London!! I took most photos from the great Berlin street style blog called 'Stil in Berlin' but if you really wanna get a feel of Berlin fashion check out Les Mads, easily the most acclaimed German fashion blog.

Thursday, 29 April 2010

4 songs, 4 moods

Hello sweethearts, things are good. I hope with you too. Today I want to blog about how music reflects moods. You know that one song you put on and it makes everything alright? That one song that will always remind you of the best party ever? That one song you listened to when you were heartbroken? There are a few of them for me too. And no none of them is by R. Kelly....

Mood: Fuck this shit!

Mood: Woooooooo!

Mood: This is heavenly.

Mood: Grrrrrr....

laters lovers x

Wednesday, 28 April 2010

A Short Story

Morning loved ones, I wrote a short story. I was told it will only speak to girls. Hmmmm. Well make up your own mind!

The first time Henry saw Isabelle he was fascinated by her strength. He was also scared by it. She radiated that certain nonchalant flair that boys find equally striking and stinging. They got introduced through a mutual friend but Isabelle didn’t really take any notice. Her mind was spinning around that song, that boy, that pair of shoes, that piece of art, that argument she had last night with that boy about that piece of art. Her mind was always spinning. Too much.

Henry was a nice guy. He was one of those that don’t make much of an impression when you see them for the first time. When you see them for the second time, you pick up on all these little details and become intrigued. His clothes didn’t match, but they did give him personality. His opinions didn’t match either, but they showed the passion and vigour of a thinker covered by the exterior of an underachiever.

Henry was a strange one. Always fiddling around with things to cover his nervousness, he found it very hard to concentrate. Preferring solitude to company, one could easily assume that Henry was some kind of outsider, but on the contrary his quirky charm opened up many doors.

When Henry finally gathered the courage to ask Isabelle out, she didn’t think much of it. She simply assumed another date, another disaster. Isabelle was not very lucky with men. She preferred to play around rather than to be serious about that thing called ‘love’. Even though, Isabelle wanted to believe in that ‘thing’, her life had taught her otherwise.

Judgemental people would probably say she wasn’t girlfriend material. Isabelle, however, didn’t really care. Open about her feelings and intentions, she tended to put men off rather than to attract them. If she liked someone, she told them. Straight, but also scary.

On her first date with Henry, Isabelle tried very hard to behave like a lady, but once the first ‘fuck’ slipped out of her bawdy mouth, she gave up. Five minutes in, she already told him about her bizarre love for busses, obsession with cats and passion for music he hated. Isabelle wasn’t very good at the dating game.

Henry was nervous. She could see him shifting in his seat, she enjoyed his shyness. It made her feel less shy. Less awkward. More normal. Isabelle could tell that Henry wasn’t good at the dating game either. She really liked that.

Henry wanted to come across well too. He had, after all, been chasing this girl for more than two months, so he didn’t tell her that he was terribly, terminally hung-over and bravely downed his pint. As tongues loosened, the fear loosened too and Isabelle actually saw Henry clearly for the first time. Interesting, independent, charismatic and honest. Isabelle started to fall for his charm at exactly the point when Henry said “You’re really the only girl I cannot charm”. Isabelle had before called one of his lines ‘cheesy’.

As the two said their goodbyes that evening, Isabelle’s mind was spinning, but this time it spun around Henry. She thought about what it would be like to kiss him. She wondered whether all his awkward yet equally amiable mannerisms extended to that area too. She thought about what it would be like to play video games with him, to geek out with him, to walk through the park holding hands. She despised herself for having all these stupid romantic ideas, but she couldn’t change it.

After a week Isabelle started to become nervous. She over-thought, over-complicated and over-analysed things. She became THAT girl. She got scared. Scared to be rejected, scared to be hurt yet again. She was convinced that pushing people away was much safer than letting people in, so she provoked an argument with Henry. Irrationally and irresponsibly.

Henry didn’t know what was happening. It didn’t make sense to him. He felt strangely confirmed that Isabelle was that little bit too crazy, too impulsive, too ‘high-maintenance’ for him.

Days later, as Isabelle was dialling the first digits of Henry’s number, 079….., to explain herself, to apologise, to make sense of her senseless behaviour, she didn’t see the bus coming from the left.

Henry met Anna at Isabelle’s funeral. They got married six months later.

Monday, 26 April 2010

Top Five Dos and Don'ts

Hello loved ones, today it’s a great day to make another list. I love lists and I know you love lists too, especially the ones I compile. So it’s a win-win situation really.

Today’s list concerns the fickle nature of the dating game (so no surprise there) and includes a top-five of ‘the best’ guys to date and ‘the worst’ guys to date. Don’t even think about it honey-face!

So let’s start at the beginning.

Top 5 Must-Date-Guys according to the little book of Linda:

1. Librarian (patient, chilled out to the max, likes to put things into order and is into books, cannot get any more perfect than that I reckon)

2. Youth / Social Worker ( considerate, concerned with doing good things, interested and compassionate, might also like to listen to Suicidal Tendencies to impress his youngsters – bingo)

3. Curator in London’s National Gallery (keyed up on art and culture, interesting, all expenses paid for trips to the Louvre and MOMA and loaded. Need I say more?)

4. Vet (just think about all those kitties he fixes on a daily basis, awwwwwww)

5. Editor of Nylon magazine (loads of rad free shit, invites to the coolest parties, promo CDs of the coolest bands and not around all the time – sounds like a fair deal to me)

Top 5 Must-NEVER-Date-Guys according to the little book of Linda:

1. Stockbroker (soulless capitalist pig and bad in bed - pure speculation [har har])

2. Boy in a band (just read this)

3. Band Booking Agent (probably on coke, probably a dickhead with an inflated ego, but no mate you are NOT in the band, you are just BOOKING the band)

4. Personal Trainer (probs sounds good initially but after getting kicked out of bed at 5am to do some boot camp style workout WITHOUT breakfast, you might wanna reconsider)

5. Therapist (Just no!!)

Hope that helps!

laters lovers x


Hello my beloved readers! How was your weekend? I hope good. If it wasn’t that good, read on and cheer up. A few warm words for cold hearts out there.

Just take life’s lemons and make lemonade.

Sometimes we want something so bad (a relationship / an expensive pair of shoes / a ring on THAT finger) that we put way too much pressure on ourselves and on the people around us and blow things out of proportion. I agree going all crazy on a guy you really liked sucks momentarily, but it won’t suck for good. People make mistakes. People forgive.

Everything happens for a reason.

A bit of arts and crafts can never be wrong.

Most of the time the key to being content and happy is living in the moment and not dwelling on the negative and long-ago.

Recently I have been discovering my Francophile side so for all the French loving readers out there: Quand on a le droit de se tromper impunément, on est toujours sûr de réussir.

Sometimes the crazy-paranoid-psycho-bitch comes out in every girl. Don’t tame it, but contain it, for your sake and for the sake of those around you.

My mum says mint and nude are the colours of the season. My mum knows best.

You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

If your mind goes on major tangents and you have too much free time on your hands, go and sign up for voluntary work. Give something back.

Laters lovers x

Friday, 23 April 2010

Fashion Fix #8 Bags special

Hi lovers, today's fashion fix will be a 'bags special' to reflect the bags under my eyes, which I gained during my bus (!!) trip back from Berlin to Bristol due to volcanic ash, Easyjet being shite and general commotion in Europe. Not very happy myself today, so I hope my colourful choices will cheer you (and me) up.

Any good, what you reckon?

Laters lovers x

Sunday, 18 April 2010


Hello lovers, I am in a terribly bad mood, all to do with volcanoes and busses and boys (stuff I usually love) and that got me thinking it’s time for another quick list of ranting glory. Boom.

In a fight between
Facehunter and the Sartorialist, Facehunter is kicking the Sartorialists’s arse. Hard.

However, lovely Tavi still has the best fashion blog.

What goes around comes around. Be warned.

Having expectations is a sure-fire way to get disappointed.

If he says you aren’t girlfriend material, then surely you aren’t girlfriend material FOR HIM. Whatever. Someone else will be grateful for that decision.

Friends / Lovers / Soul-mates / Gurus / Inspirational People don’t just materialise out of the floor, you actually have to work for them. So get off that damn couch now, please.

Don’t believe the hype.

Never send angry emails. Always check them with your girlfriends first. Trust me, been there, done that.

The most entertaining book one could ever read certainly is Klaus Kinski’s biography, just classic.

Okay lovers tomorrow I will get over myself and I will be happy, I recommend you do the same.

Loving you from the bottom of my heart even though
I feel like this right now.

Linda X

Friday, 16 April 2010

Fashion Fix #7 Whitney Port Special


I have a big soft spot for Whitney Port from MTV's 'The City'. I think I have talked about that extensively before. So today's Fashion Fix is dedicated to the beauty that is Whitney and her best outfits.

Laters, Linda x

Thursday, 15 April 2010


Morning lovers. Today I would like to talk about phobias. I have for the last ten minutes attempted to find out whether the plural for phobia is phobiae as in persona - personae, but sadly I haven’t come to a coherent conclusion. So I will just say phobias if that’s okay with you. Alright.

I know phobias seem like a very untypical Linda topic but they are well interesting to blog about as we all have irrational phobias. I, for example, cannot talk on the phone, phone-phobia, which has never been diagnosed (as it probs doesn’t really exist) but I do have it. I also hate it if people touch my face or my feet, so maybe that’s another phobia.

Anyway, today I would like to introduce you to the 7 most colourful phobias one could have. Get ready Linda’s medical dictionary is well and truly on its way.

1. Anatidaephobia: Fear to be watched by a duck. Just fucking hilarious. Imagine being with someone near a lake who has Anatidaephobia. Hilarious, just hilarious.

2. Erythrophobia: Fear of red or blushing. I should have that fear, happens to me all the time. Damn.

3. Celtophobia: Fear of Celts. Just awesome.

4. Eosophobia: Fear of dawn or daylight. R-Pattz’s got a problem.

5. Caligynephobia: Fears of beautiful women. OMG mission.

6. Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia: Fear of the number 666. Now this one is special. Look how long it is.

7. Xanthophobia: Fear of the colour yellow. Now this might well be my favourite.

Laters lovers. x

Monday, 12 April 2010

Mood Board

Morning lovers, I made a mood board. Is that very hippie? I don't fucking hope so.

Anyway the other day, I picked up this Berlin music mag and upon laying eyes on the cover, I got upset. However, instead of being a hater, I became a creator (worst line E.V.E.R.) and made this mood board.

Please click on it, to see it in its full glory. Ha Ha!

Laters lovers x

Saturday, 10 April 2010

Male Bonding

Morning lovers, this is my first weekend post. Special. It's about the dating game. Enjoy.

I get the distinct feeling that only girls get my blog. I keep talking to girls, who read it and they love it. And then I keep talking to guys, who read it and they hate it / don’t get it. That has to change.

I mean you know it talks about feelings (??) and fashion and how moods change (??) and my introductions are long and rambling (but funny I hope) and I frequently use Dawson’s Creek metaphors (male suicide I know) and my blog has a pink background, which probs makes it the least masculine blog ever, but really it was designed to be a guiding light for men.

It’s a blog to ‘teach’ them and to make them understand how girls (at least some) tick. So let me get back the declared mission of my blog and explain to men how to win a girl’s heart in 10 easy (non-confusing, precise, neat and most importantly non-threatening) steps. It’s like a pasta cooking recipe. Simple.

Do play hard to get, but don’t play for too long or she will get pissed off. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Do not ever say things like “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”

Do show her that you care. Be understated but be sure about your compliments. Don’t choke her, stroke her (ego).

Do not be too macho, but do take the lead. Be active and engaging.

Do be honest about your intentions. Girls aren’t stupid you know.

Do not only talk about yourself on the first date, but do also talk about her. Talk about yourself more though if your life is exciting.

Do be quirky and geeky. Girls love that.

Do not be late or unconcentrated and do not check out other girls. That’s the beginning of the end.

Do wear clothes that you feel comfortable in. Be yourself. Don’t pretend. She either likes you that way or she doesn’t.

Do not let her pay for the drinks. At least not for the first one, be a gentleman.

Okay (male) lovers, hope that helps. Loving you from the bottom of my heart.

Laters, Linda x

Friday, 9 April 2010

Fashion Fix #6

Morning lovers, it's fashion fix Friday, aren't you excited? I am! It's gonna be a short, and very shoe-centric one, cause I am off to the big city to do some vintage shopping. Boom.

Anyway, here are things I like.

Laters lovers x

Thursday, 8 April 2010

Just words.

Hi lovers, sorry this is a late one today. But trust me, it’s gonna be a good one. It has everything: date tips, dress tips and why Jeremy Warmsley has turned into a douche. So let’s have it then. Ha!

Remember boys come and go, real friends stay for life.

If you have the choice between red shoes and black shoes, always choose red shoes. Understated but sexy.

The best places to go on a (first) date are (in that order): the zoo, fairground, Richmond (to laugh about rich people) and the planetarium.

The worst places to go and a (first) date are (in that order): gaming arcades, his couch, a camper van and Camden on a Saturday.

If you are nervous during your first date, tell him. Honesty is always hot.

I have been having a bit of a 90s revival lately and if you are ever as angry with a boy as Alanis is in this video, you really need to get a life.

Hands down, TLC’s ‘No Scrubs’ is better that TLC’s ‘Waterfalls’.

It’s okay to be hooked on reality TV, especially ‘Jersey Shore’ as long as you don’t think their looks are hot, make out with as much people as they do or drink as much as they do. Plain wrong, but very entertaining.

It has been established by studies that all girls secretly love geeks. You’re not alone, so don’t worry about it.

Is it just me or has Jeremy Warmsely turned into a smug little twat ever since he is in that band Summercamp. Get over yourself, wankbag. Your tunes aren't revolutionary, just some 60s rip-off.

Actions speak louder than words. Always.

Laters Lovers x

Monday, 5 April 2010

Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket

Good day lovers, it’s Easter. Woooooo. I went egg hunting. I do that quite a lot actually.

Anyway how are you feeling? Overdosed on food? Overdosed on reality TV? Argued with the family too much? Oh well shit happens.

Today I would like to talk about for what and why we are waiting. By ‘we’ I obviously mean girls. It’s an odd thing we do. Just waiting for the guy to text or waiting for the guy to call or waiting for the guy to ask you out or waiting for the guy to make the first move?

Well if he doesn’t do it straight away, there’s a high chance he will never do it, you know. And quite frankly I am tired of staring at my phone or my inbox and refreshing it like 353267 times to get yet another ASOS newsletter but nothing else. Is that too honest? Maybe. Is that too sad? Definitely.

That got me thinking: why do girls wait? Are we taught not be too forward cause that will put him off straight away? Yes.
Are we conditioned too try and not be intimidating and be passive and a good wifey? Yes.
And that’s why the fuck we are waiting until it suffocates us and we actually write drama-queen texts like “Hi, you know what, forget it” or “get lost loser, you missed your chance”. However, all he will be thinking is “WTF?” and he will also be completely clueless what we mean cause boys just don’t think in these parameters, do they?

So take my advice and trust me: The more you wait, the less likely it is he texts.

If you don’t give a shit boys are all over you like trendy wannabes are all over Topshop, but if you do care, boys freak out and smell your fear like dogs, hence they disappear instantly. The old ‘boys are like busses’ saying is true for a reason.

So I thought it might be a nice and encouraging way to deal with silence from his side by just getting a life and doing other stuff. Cause you know life is more than just waiting for some guy to text you. Yes really girls.

So here is my top-five things to do whilst waiting:

Listen to Kelly Cutrone and “zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket.” Just shut up about him not phoning for God’s sake girl. If he doesn’t exist in your thoughts, he doesn’t exist in your world. Ya get me?

Plan a nice if only imaginary trip to New York / LA / Tokyo and create a proper travel itinerary. Go online and research the best places to eat / shop / discover and spend some time at. Plan outfits and call up your friends to discuss them. If you are really waiting for that text, learn the language of the country you’re planning to visit, that will keep you occupied. And no I am not talking about English, lazy suckers.

Work out. My preferred work-out involves some serious Tae-Bo kicking and boot-camp style torture courtesy of Billy Blanks. Not only will you get rid of your anger, but you will also acquire rock-hard abs, which then in turn guarantees that you can worry about at least 34 other boys not phoning. Ha!

Read the Love magazine blog. Some seriously fascinating shit. If you’re into fashion that is.

Go on an epic walk around the countryside / massive park in your city even if it rains. Puts things into perspective and will make you too tired to wait for his texts. Plus your legs will look fab afterwards.

That’s it....simple, easy....loving you all lovers. Don’t worry I will always text you back. x

Thursday, 1 April 2010

Fashion Fix #5


Life is good! I know it's only Thurdsday and my weekly fashion fix is supposed to be scheduled for Friday, but hey it's the Easter Bank Holiday tomorrow and I will be chillin' like Wale would say, so let's fashion fix it up today, shall we?

Please pay special attention to the drumstick Tee. Whoever sports that shirt automatically wins the key to my heart. Totes amazing.

Laters lovers. I love you all. All the time! x