Inside All Of Us There's A Wild Thing

I am SO excited about the release of this film. 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2NOkQ4dYVaM

I remember reading this book as a kid and feeling a real sense of adventure and imagination.

GQ recently did an indepth interview with director Spike Jonze covering his childhood, why he decided to make this film and why it is a film that is far too scary to be a childrens book.


“Warner Bros. was considering firing Jonze and reshooting the entire movie. Jonze talks about this period uneasily. “To me it’s a small part of the movie—five months in the course of five years,” he says. “And it was kind of irrelevant. It was just a bummer. It was not easy or fun.” “They wanted it to be a different movie. I think they really expected it to be more like a kind of pixie-dust movie. That was a word they used at one point: ‘Pixie dust.’ Magic. ‘Where’s the…?’ The specifics of the conversations are kind of pointless, because they’re behind us. The end result is I got to make the movie that I wanted to make.”

If you can't wait for the film, why not buy one of Topshop's Wild Things T-Shirts?

http://www.topshop.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplay?beginIndex=0&viewAllFlag=true&catalogId=19551&storeId=12556&categoryId=174508&parent_category_rn=42325&productId=1239355&langId=-1

"Inside all of us is fear. Inside all of us is adventure and inside all of us there’s a wild thing".

"Its like he's got his nuts in a vice"

I do love being nosey and here are some of the things I overherd on my travels this week...

"I text him three times last night and he didn't reply...maybe his phone is broken?"

"Has there been a powercut? My walkmans stopped playing".

"Its like he's got his nuts in a vice"

"Why do nearly all old people have curly hair?"

Also I stumbled across a little stall just off of Old Street in London. It sells all of the most fashionable magazines, Vogue, Dazed, Another, V, 10, Very, Pop most of these sell in the shops for about £5 and on this stall they are all £1 each! I struggled home with a laptop, massive bag and 2 carrier bags full of magazines. Underground in the rush hour as the bag lady was not a fun experience, but so worth it!

Definatly worth checking out. The home of Dazed and Confused, Another and Another Man, Old Street just oozes cool. An army of fashion forward thinkers and dressers left right and centre. Situated next to Brick Lane and Shoredich high street, its one of the most fashionable place in London to find yourself getting lost in.

£5 for a croissant?!

Why do I feel so uncomfortable being treated so well?

A well dressed polite lady shows me to my seat in Harrods restaurant. I’ve taken a look at the menu and panic rushes through me as I realise I can afford NOTHING in front of me. Looking at the “special offer” advertised in front of me, £14.50 for chicken and mushroom soup. Its daylight robbery! Oh the life of a student. I break out in a sweat feeling eyes on me from all angles. Think Hannah think. Aha! I spot the croissant for a fiver- it had better be the most amazing croissant I have ever tasted.



Crunch. Disappointing. Dry, and rather small if you ask me. I slipped the tiny jar of jam I got given with it into my bag – I was going to get my money’s worth.

Even now I’m panicking. How long is it acceptable to sit in Harrods restaurant after you have paid the bill (no tip might I add). “Is there anything else you want” translates as “You have only brought a croissant, you slipped the jam in your bag and you’re drinking your own water- get the hell out you cheapskate”. I make my way out and stop into Asda on my way home.

The Best of the Bunch

True party girl sarah harding has always stood out for all the right reasons in the Girls Aloud crew. Sexy, cool stylish and has an “i don’t care what you think about me attitude”. Forget Cheryl, Sarah's naughty girl image and quirky style is much more endearing. She was recently spotted at Vivienne Westwood’s show during London Fashion week looking fabulous.











No matter how many different hair dressers cut my hair I cannot get my hair to look like hers! grrr

A Trip To The Theatre Anyone?

I love a trip to the theatre, and this time was no different. War Horse. It was the sweetest play I have ever seen, about a young boy and his horse during the war who strike up a horsey-man friendship, a bond that can never be broken. Tragically his mean old dad sells his horse to the army. Naturally the weedy 16 year old runs away to the army to try and find his horsey friend.

I don’t want to give away the end, but it really brought a tear to my eye.
The Actors, work with astonishing life-sized puppets by the worldwide renowned Handspring Puppet Company, and you really do believe those puppets are horses. They are more like works of art than puppets as they a strong enough to have people inside and carry people on top of them.

I found out for myself why its London’s number one play to see at the moment.

Running In Heels

This summer I returned to do work experience at Vogue House, and this year I felt much more prepared for what was going to be thrown at me. At the tender age of 16 I almost had a mental breakdown in the middle of Bond Street in the snow, trying to balance myself, 3 bags and 6 shoe boxes trying to find yet another hat shop in a pair of heels that were making my feet bleed. Yes it really was that bad. But by the end of it, I felt proud that I hadn’t ran crying all the way home, and strangely, I wanted to it all over again.

To me, Vogue House is a magical place made up of exciting people and rails and rails of all the clothes by all only best designers, old and new. My heart races each time I walk through those doors. An exceptionally large Vogue and Tatler front cover will be the first things you look at ither side of the receptions gold desk and a greeting of, “Good morning sweetie, make sure you have yourself a nice day” will probably be the first thing you hear from the happy chaps on the desk.

The building is made up of all different advertising departments and editorals for a variety of Conde Nasts publications such as World of interiors, House and Garden, Tatler, Vogue, Vainity Fair. Level 2 is in my opinion the most exciting floor, GQ and GQ style buzzing with a vartiety of people and music – wall sized GQ magazines plastered down the corridors.

Walking through the corridors of Vogue there is a much more intense atmosphere, the carpet is thick under my feet and 6ft beautiful, immaculately dressed women fly past me. Everywhere has that rich smell, a mixture of expensive perfumes.



I’ll never forget standing very awkwardly once in the lift with 2 of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. They had cheek bones that would make their face stay young forever and a mysterious Russian look about them. I was munching on my crisps, in almost slow motion in the silent lift, “anyone want a crisp?” the long silence made me hot and uncomfortable, “no thanks I’ve just had a salad, I don’t want to spoil it”. I quietly carried on crunching in slow motion.

This time I made my way up to Brides Editorial to work for the shopping editor, and boy did I work, but it was worth it to see the stunning, spectacular wedding dresses that sometimes took two people to lift. I loved listening about all the exciting locations they got to go to and the people they get to work with, Gok Wan being the most talked about during the week. A flurry of models and photographers coming and going, I couldn’t help but dream of the day I am no longer sitting on the work experience desk.

If you ooze masculinity, you have no reason to fear pink.

Players, bad boys, whatever you like to call them, us girls always fall for them. We know it’s going to end in heart ache and upset eventually so why do we set it up for ourselves?

"I can change him and his bad boy ways." This kind of thinking will just end in a “told you so” off your Mum, getting through a lot of tissues and the Notebook being played on repeat for about a week...you know this, and I know this...but ofcorse we will still probably fall at their feet in lust.

We are not the only ones to fall for the charm of a bad boy, look at what Kevin Federline did to poor Britney Spears, Kate Moss and Pete Dougherty, and most famously Amy Winehouse and her “Blakey”. It’s the risk you take for the chemistry. The thrill of dating a bad boy almost outweighs the tears and broken heart that is almost inevitable after. It starts so well, with them treating you like a princess and you resist because you know they are no good but eventually you fall for them. Then once they know they’ve got you, sorry girls, it’s the beginning of the end.



So why do we do it? Hands up who’s drooled over captain jack sparrow in pirates of the carrabiean? He doesn’t exactly treat women with respect, in one scene he gets a good slapping from a line of girls. However, he oozes carizma and charm, you could be a very ugly man but if you have a healthy dose of charm, well, the world is your oyster!

With blogs such as, Confessions of a bad boy, dedicated to the wonders of bad boys and internet fan groups where people post their stories about their bad boy experiences it doesn’t look like us girls are ever going to learn. Don’t get me wrong im not sexist, im sure there are plenty of “bad girls” out there. Maybe some of them grow out of it, maybe some just never get tired playing the game, but what I do know is, at the age of 19, even I’m growing tired of it, but hey, don’t hate the player hate the game!

In the words of the most famous British womanizer, Alfie, “What have I got? Really? I don't depend on nobody and nobody depends on me... My life's my own. But I don't have peace of mind. And if you don't have that, you've got nothing. ” In my opinion they will never truly be happy and content living their life like this so remember, they may have broken your heart but you will probably meet someone who can mend your heart. What do they have except notches on their bedpost?

HELLOOOOO

I have been soooo naughty and completly and utterly neglected my poor lonely blog.
This year I have a new found confidence in myself and have thrown myself into the world of fashion, and at the moment, I am loving it!

I started uni as a second year student (dan dan daaaa) and must say I am really looking forward to the course this year- although I have a feeling I won't be watching as much Jeremy Kyle and Loose Women- boooo.

My second year started off at where other than London Fashion Week. I have been a London Fashion Weekender for quite a few years but never floated around Fashion Week. The first day I went was a wonderfully exciting day and made me remember why I'm doing what I'm doing. It was a beautiful sunny day, Sarah and I arrived at the grand and spectacular Somerset House. The surroundings were perfect. We felt like celebritites walking in, as two different photographers started taking our photo, I couldn't help but imagine I was Kate Moss and I'm pretty sure Sarah was pretending she was Britney Spears.

I could have sat on that wall all day watching passers by. The place just oozed cool. I saw a lot of big shoulders, leather jackets, thigh high boots and studs. It wasn't just about what people were wearing it was the attitude they wore it with. I saw one very skinny man wearing a swimsuit- and im not talking trunks, I'm talking full on Mr Motivator swim suit, but ya know what? He pulled it off. I spotted another girl wearing a leotard over her ripped tights and someone else wearing plaitted hair as her neclace. You've gotta give it to em, can you imagine the looks they got on the underground? Good for them for having the confidence to be different, it makes the world a much more interesting place and it's the reason London is the Worlds capital for fashion.

Here are a few of the straight-ups we took at Somerset House and around London that week.