i'd like to alain his de botton...

alain de botton is my favourite philosopher, he is not from ancient greece, has no defining facial hair, nor is he a smug arse. ever since i read the consolations of philosophy i have loved him. "his stepmother janet is a competition bridge player." what a beautiful fact. he is of course married but let's not hold that against him, there have got to be plenty more interesting, passionate, articulate men out there right? RIGHT?!...

shoes news

look at how much fun these christian louboutin alex pumps (pumps?) are! they remind me of these westwood (vivienne, not tim) toe shoes, which are miles too wide for my carrot feet. that didn't stop me from shoe swapping my aldo sale wedges with a very patient lady at a party the other week. one day i will buy fun extravagant shoes, in the meantime you can find me rummaging in the pile at primark and filling them out with innersoles, it's how cinderella rolled, don't judge. 

your eyes lie

Flying Paper Pendant

Flamethrower Ring

Beehive Ring

in the frenchman's case it was his mouth that lied, he also scratched the back of his head at the same time, it's a wonder he played poker so well. i came across this wonderfully original jewellery by your eyes lie. these are my personal highlights. the lighter ring is something i've never seen before, i think it's a really clever idea. imagine if it worked, that would save the handbag rummage/pocket pat-down, it would also burn your finger. oh well, no pain no gain.

dog person

what tolerant pooches. i can't wait to be in a position where i can have a dog, it just wouldn't be fair at the moment. my pet naming policy has always been to give them real names but names that you wouldn't call your children. i had monty and boris the hamsters and bertie and graham the guinea pigs. they were my boys.

hubba hubba

mmm... moleskine bags. contemplating that line between need and want. great bit of stop-frame also.