Blog-porn: TOURIST

Ah yes, she's spamming the inter-webs like a whore on crack.
But I've missed you all so much.

No seriously. Some things are so good they deserve to be shared.
Like new blog-sessions.

Et voila. Benevolent soul that I am. I'd like you to meet my favourite type of TOURIST.

Oui! Tourists. I really haven't gone that mental and embraced my shameless budget tourist side. Mm-hmm. No matter where you're from, you know who I'm talking about. They walk around in packs. Usually with tiny digi-cameras in tow. Loud conversations in their own language. Usually led by an incredibly conspicuous pack leader carrying a coloured flag?

Psh! Ye of little faith.

This is like the tourist you wish you were. With the visual diary you'd love to keep. Chock-a-block full of the cool hip kids you'd love to hang out with. Short stories from the new glitterati literati. Conceptual photography. Where the image = dialogue. Perceptive? I know. The new arty-shmarty thing in town. No wait, in the towns you'd love to live in. There are 'issues' yes. But you don't really need to follow it in any particular order. It's just a pleasure getting lost in a spell of clicking. And that's the best kind of travel isn't it? Even if you are stuck in a travel lounge. Or worse yet, your own living room.

And worry not, it doesn't come with a handy pack leader (with or without a coloured flag)

Get lost. Now. You know what I mean.

Check it: http://www.touristmagazine.co.uk/

Love

xx

Bec

The Future Mogul

Some people are just so awesome (with a capital A...my friend and I actually have a dorky hand signal for this) that they get their very own teaser posts featuring their very own beyond fabulous boots.

Bectionary definition of Capital A-Awesome people: Persons who are just so cool that you end up staring at them creepily for half an hour before doing the 'walk of shame' to explain that:
(a) You are just a bit obsessed with their footwear
(b) You're a socially awkward style-obsessed dork (but harmless enough to not merit a restraining order or anything involving the police really)
(c) Their coolness vibes are hitting at beyond head-exploding levels

Paul is a Capital A-Awesome person.
And I suppose you and I could emulate aforementioned capital A-awesomeness using the following step-by-step manual:

(1) Be a dandy man about town (thereby making your significantly less cool interviewer feel like she is an absolute loner in comparison)

(2) Have impeccable taste/style philosophy
I think I may have had an 'Oh my Lord, you and I were destined to be insta-friends because your awesome levels have just reached quasi-god like levels' when discussing style in general over coffee. Simplicity - Check. Basics you can't live without - Check. That one signature item (like a killer pair of shoes or some absolutely crushworthy bling) - Check. Perfect tailoring - Check. I rest my case.

(3) Be a swashbuckling pioneer in the name of art and bacchanalia!
Okay I really didn't have to use the word 'swashbuckling' but...it's so much fun...
The best thing about capital A-awesome people is that they're always doing something that they love and bigger and better things related to that. I may or may not secretly lust/party crush over the 'Ooh here is our exciting oh-so-French social life' photos at the back of Jalouse with Theodora Richards rolling around pretty much naked save a fur coat. Now - could something as trashy/cool ever take place in the Antipodes? One wonders.

Well if Paul has anything to do with it - voyeuristic photography sessions, international musical acts and beautiful people rolling around quasi-naked in faux or real fur could very well be happening in our own backyards. Or at least I hope mine.

(4) Attract thy opposite!
If all else fails and you don't have killer shoes or fur coats - do check out Paul's absolutely drop-dead-please-shoot-me amazing blog 'Opposites Attract' to unleash your inner edgy It-Girl/Boy with a vengeance. Not your average drab events blog - it comes with droolworthy photography and pretty sick tunes to tap away your 'I'm an absolute loser and sit inside my house cursing [insert subject here] exam' woes (not that I'm in that situation at the moment...)

It has duly been added to my 'List of All Things Inspirational' so GO GO GO my children and have a good ole perve.

And what can I say after all this?

To the beautiful powers above that be - please put more capital A-awesome stalkworthy people like Paul...preferably in Thousand Pound Bend...pretty please...

Much love kiddos

xx

Bec

Blog-session: Self Service

I believe that everyone has had one of those moments where you see something and go: 'I swear somebody has reached into the furthest recesses of my mind, found exactly what makes me ever so happy and then made it...and why the hell didn't I think of it first?'

I have several such moments. All the time. And I had a major one last night when I stumbled upon the Self Service blog. Seriously, if you have to waste 'so-called-productive-work-time' on something...I have decided (a la Michael Jackson) that THIS IS IT!

It's pretty much what I would do in a blog if I had seriously cool things to obsess over ranging from classic camel Chanel flats to crazy furry hoof boots to vintage Celine bags. A whole host of mega awesome photo shoots from which to do 'Before/After' shots (like Clearasil except with people who clearly had no zits at any point in their life...or any other problem for that matter). And if I was friends with the uber stylish elite like Alexander Wang or Camille Bidault-Waddington and forced them to do pieces on 'The Essentials of Life' (kind of like the Proust questionnaire but infinitely more shallow...I never understood the Proust questionnaire anyway)

In any case - there is something for everyone to obsess over. Whether you like people, perving on models or fashion porn.

Love

xo

Bec

PS. It does help in this case with all of the above if you are a beyond stratospherically fab Parisian biannual with a penchant for placing beautiful topless girls on your covers

PPS. Visit http://selfservicemagazine.com/blog/ (Or just click on my links list - because I can't seem to make the links work on the posts...that's how much Blogger has decided it hates my ranting)

PPPS. Keep it obsessive