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Saturday, 11 May 2013
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Burberry Prorsum? You Must Mean Bieberry Possum.
After a Jekyll and Mister Hyde type of weekend (Saturday was as exciting as Jennifer Aniston's hair parting, whereas Sunday was more like Angelina Jolie's wild rogue leg), I decided to soothe the entry into Monday by prentending I was Blair Waldorf.
I put on a Gossip Girl soundtrack, perfected my bitchface and started scheming about Monday's office shenanigans, i.e the ins and outs of how I was going to permanently borrow one of those fabulous black 'n red pads without the stationery cupboard colonel noticing.... And trust me, Colonel Papier Mâché will defend her cupboard monotooth and nails.
But I got interrupted mid-scheming by what I thought was a non potty-trained Justin Bieber taking a leak doggy style. You see, from far away, it looked like one of his delusional 'I weewee on Society' type of infantile tantrums.
But,oh. It turns out I was wrong. It is actually Romeo Beckham taking a leak on Society for being so ridiculously obsessed with celebrities. This is Burberry Prorsum's Ad Campaign.
I mean what in the watery hell is this mess (I live in Britain, hell is watery)? Is this supposed to be High Fashion? The purple foil trench coat straight out of Vanilla Ice's "pervert in the dark" wardrobe? The constipated model dude doing his best "i'm holding it in" face? The kid doing a Stevie Wonder is Surfing with the Alien impression?!
What really gets my mullet raising under my beret is that, were these ads featuring a random kid, they would be lambasted for what they really are : a shiny, tacky, cheap mess. Even the background looks like it has been recycled from the Green Lantern's bathroom.
But since what we have is nepotism disguised as edgy disguised as inspired...You get Bieberry Possum! And dear, you know you are doomed when even my trashy hillbilly self finds your brand tacky...!
On this note, I am going back to browsing the latest Mullet Shapes for Spring Summer 2013. I am going fishing...gotta catch some (Chuck) Bass this year!
Yours Sharply,
I put on a Gossip Girl soundtrack, perfected my bitchface and started scheming about Monday's office shenanigans, i.e the ins and outs of how I was going to permanently borrow one of those fabulous black 'n red pads without the stationery cupboard colonel noticing.... And trust me, Colonel Papier Mâché will defend her cupboard monotooth and nails.
But I got interrupted mid-scheming by what I thought was a non potty-trained Justin Bieber taking a leak doggy style. You see, from far away, it looked like one of his delusional 'I weewee on Society' type of infantile tantrums.
I mean what in the watery hell is this mess (I live in Britain, hell is watery)? Is this supposed to be High Fashion? The purple foil trench coat straight out of Vanilla Ice's "pervert in the dark" wardrobe? The constipated model dude doing his best "i'm holding it in" face? The kid doing a Stevie Wonder is Surfing with the Alien impression?!
But since what we have is nepotism disguised as edgy disguised as inspired...You get Bieberry Possum! And dear, you know you are doomed when even my trashy hillbilly self finds your brand tacky...!
On this note, I am going back to browsing the latest Mullet Shapes for Spring Summer 2013. I am going fishing...gotta catch some (Chuck) Bass this year!
Yours Sharply,
Sunday, 22 January 2012
The Hangover 3 : Bangkok Has Had Him And Spat Him Out.
...For any of you who havent watched the Hangover 2, all ya need to know is that when Bangkok has got you, it likes to mess around with you (this may involves lady balls and/or drug addicted monkeys).
What I didnt realise would stem from the movie though was this feminine oriental pimp jacket from Topshop:
If you too want to be part of Mr Chow's crazy gang and wish to bring all the ladyboyz to the yard, feel free to purchase this for £55 at Topshop.
Phil: Wait a second Chow. We're in Bangkok?
Mr. Chow: Holla! City of Squala!
Squealfully Yours !!!
What I didnt realise would stem from the movie though was this feminine oriental pimp jacket from Topshop:
If you too want to be part of Mr Chow's crazy gang and wish to bring all the ladyboyz to the yard, feel free to purchase this for £55 at Topshop.
Phil: Wait a second Chow. We're in Bangkok?
Mr. Chow: Holla! City of Squala!
Squealfully Yours !!!
Monday, 10 October 2011
So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu !
Nope, I am not about to jump off London Bridge and proclaim my love for Batman in the vain hope that he'll get the memo - I have just decided to move on to bigger things (Oi don't be perverts!!) and a bigger blog :)
This is therefore my last post on this blog. It has been totes amazing interacting with you all, you are my favorites bitches in the world and I look forward to interacting with you again on my new blog :) My new blog wont be just about fashion, but a whole lotta things on top of it!
I am still setting it up so please bear with me (if you can be arsed!) and email me at inglamwetrust@gmail.com if you wanna keep in touch!
Muchos Besos!
xxxxx
This is therefore my last post on this blog. It has been totes amazing interacting with you all, you are my favorites bitches in the world and I look forward to interacting with you again on my new blog :) My new blog wont be just about fashion, but a whole lotta things on top of it!
I am still setting it up so please bear with me (if you can be arsed!) and email me at inglamwetrust@gmail.com if you wanna keep in touch!
Muchos Besos!
xxxxx
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