Wish List Monday #41

"Hey Jude, don't make it bad." If you have a window, or a roof, you might have noticed 'St Jude' the hurricane that's thundered over the UK for the last 24 hours. In times like this, there is only one thing to do. Turn up the heating, stock up on trashy movies and TV shows, and slip into some comfy clothes that won't judge you on the amount of bulk-bought chocolate you will be eating. 

1. Moon Intarsia Cashmere Pants by Chinti and Parker, Net-a-Porter, £350. Over the moon, here.
2. Polo Bear Sweater, Polo Ralph Lauren, £255. Grin and bear it, here.
3. Coco Ivory Silk Crepe de Chine Pyjama Set by Olivia von Halle, Net-a-Porter, £330. Coco Mademoiselle, here.
4. Overknee Socks, H&M, £6. Sock it to them, here.
5. Obey Record Label Cushion by Obey, Urban Outfitters, £40. Put a record on, here.
6. Soft Check Scarf, Topshop, £18. Check mate, here.
7. Trochilus Boost Printed Sneakers by Stella McCartney for Adidas, Net-a-Porter, £250. Jeepers sneakers, here.
8. Jocelin Shearling Buckle Boot by UGG Australia, Office, £160. Boot-y call, here.
9. Knitted Hat with Faux-Fur PomPom, H&M, £8. Hat trick, here.


My sympathy goes out to anyone who's property or family have been harmed by St Jude. Hurricanes suck, yo.

Love,
Belle x

The Great Divide

Most people reading this blog come from a generation regarded by themselves and others as pretty liberal. Certainly compared to our parents generation we are more free; sexually, educationally, socially. We campaign for gay marriage. We support the fight of those against dictatorial regimes with no fear of the consequences of doing so. We are paid the same and have equal rights, whatever sex we are born. We stand for a freedom of choice, yet many of us do not apply the same 'freedom' to our own choices. Let me explain where I'm going with this.

I went to one of the most expensive schools in Britain. One of those public schools that still employed draconian laws like 7:30 'Feet off Ground' time, where you were expected to sit in bed and read a book. Teachers patrolled the hallways at night, ears pinned to doors, trying to catch wind of any whispering. We were allowed to see our parents 5 times a term: at the start, at the end, half term, and one weekend either side. It was quaint, it was backwards, it was bullshit. Unlike our more liberal state counterparts, our choices for GCSE were already mapped out for us, our only input being which language we wanted to learn, and whether we wanted to take drama, music, or art; geography or history. At AS and A Level, the choices slightly broadened, but no one dropped out at 16 and went off to do something vocational. That wasn't a choice. There was no other option than university, on which 'life path' there were plenty of patronising lectures on how to write your Personal Statement. There was never a contingency plan for those, who, heaven forbid, may want to strike a different path.

University is said to be the great social leveller, and yes, the structure and way of life of boarding school seemed practically medieval compared to the liberal 'personal responsibility' placed on you at the start of your course. Luckily for me, I chose to be put in a halls where there were hardly any public school people. Not that I have anything against what many would remind me is "my own kind", just that I wanted something different. I wanted to meet people I otherwise wouldn't have. I wanted experiences that a hall full of home-county LOMBARDs (Lots Of Money But A Real Dick) wouldn't offer me. Hell, I regarded my new life as so liberal, I looked at the glued-together cliques of girls from my old school in pity. Except I wasn't, not really, all that free when it came to my personal life. For it's all very well socialising with those who regard themselves as 'working class' (although university is largely regarded as an institution reserved only for the 'middle' and up), but dating one seemed a step too far.

My upbringing and education had instilled in me a certain level of snobbery. I felt fear at the imagined disappointment of my parents if I brought home someone who had attended state school. Collectively, my public school peers regarded those less fortunate synonymously less intelligent, and therefore somehow inferior. It was this arrogance I tried to distance myself from at university, not entirely unsuccessfully. This summer I moved to Bristol and met someone. The first boyfriend to have not gone to public school, or university. To come from a background where importance is placed not on mental achievements, but on physical. Where you are not judged by your A-Level results, but on your strength of character. It's a fast paced world that sees much money pass through hands but rarely sticks. There is a jealous loathing of the 'posh' and well-spoken; a deep-seated sense of entitlement coupled with a dark misery at the fear that they will live, and die, in the same place they were born. They all want to get out, yet couldn't think of living any other way.

This is a symptom of the dual nature of supposedly 'liberal' Britain. We say we're becoming a class-less society; that through cultural diversity and better education we are slowly shrugging off the age-old problem of class discrimination and prejudice that Britain has been at the mercy of for centuries. But the fact that even our generation, the most vocal and liberal campaigners, rarely end up far from the social strata that they were born, is quite telling.

In my first year at university, I read Karl Marx's Communist Manifesto as part of a crash-course on philosophy I took. Our lecturer, who was a pretty divisive character, stated at the start of the lecture that according to Karl Marx, those who are born poor, will die poor - those who are born rich, will die rich. Somehow that summary of one of Marx's social theories stuck in my mind. The sad thing is, despite his observations being based upon Victorian Manchester with its factories and slums, I don't think socially much has changed. The poor still marry the poor. Whether that's because a lack of education has left them bereft of ambition, or because they share common core values and experiences, is irrelevant. The lower classes will continue to begrudge those 'above them' without aiming to better their situations for themselves; the upper classes will continue to criticise those 'below them' without championing a system that supports and encourages those less fortunate.

We say we live in a liberal and free society. And we do, in the sense that we have the freedom of speech and expression, equal rights, and a *largely* democratic political system. But can a society be free when such deep-rooted divisions exist? Are we training our eye on the plight of third-world countries to escape problems within our own? Are we entirely hypocritical? I don't know. What I do know is that you can't call yourself liberal if you apply none of your beliefs to your own actions.

Do you agree?

Love,
Belle x

Wish List Mondays #40

After a 4-month period of dust-settling and adjustment following a complete life-overhaul, it looks like Wish List Mondays is finally coming to you on...a Monday. Pretty rad, huh. Yep, it's taken me this long to finally accept the organisational responsibilities of a person who resembles an adult (yet refuses to act like one). So forgive me for boasting that I actually researched this post over the weekend, and am now fervishly writing it in my lunch hour. All I need is Dolly Parton's Nine to Five playing in the background and my Devil Wears Prada-esque mental work montage would be complete.

Let's face it. The weather's shit. Winter's coming. And you're eating too much. What better way to distract yourself from the reality of a Bridget Jones existence than with a large injection of pattern into your wardrobe. (I could actually think of better distractions, but for the sake of younger readers I'll keep my thoughts to myself for now.) Get ready, ladies, your outfits are about to trip out...

1. Heart-Print Shirt, Topshop, £32. Burberry rip-off, here.
2. Navy Check Romper Suit, Topshop, £36. Check it out, here.
3. Monochrome Jacquard Coat, Zara, £70. Jac(quard) and Jill, here.
4. Printed Scuba Skirt, H&M, £35. "Scuba party", here.
5. Knitted Rabbit Print Jumper, Topshop, £48. Hopping mad, here.
6. Juno-Striped Insect Print Silk Tshirt by Mother of Pearl, Net-a-Porter, £295. Pearl of wisdom, here.
7. Dolce Medium Ayers-Trimmed Embellished Bag by Dolce & Gabbana, Net-a-Porter, £2,560. All that glitters, here.
8. Furry Leather Plimsol with Tassels, Zara, £70. Hot fuzz, here.
9. Two-Sided Soft Scarf, Zara, £20. Two-faced, here.


And if you're feeling really indulgent, why not buy yourself a fucking crown. Here's one I want:

Gold-Plated Swarovski Crystal Crown by Dolce & Gabbana, Net-a-Porter, £2,060.

Now Sold Out. Must be a lot of princesses about.

Love,

Belle x

Tune Tape Tuesdays #37, #38 & #39

TUNE TAPE TUESDAY IS BACK! After over a month of no-show, I'm back with all the music you've missed. That's a blockbusting THREE Tune Tapes at once. That's around 70 new tracks to get your teeth into. So with no further ado, let's get cracking.

Continuing on the theme of threes, I thought this week I'd pick out three stand-out tracks from each week of missed Tune Tapes. So, y'know, I'm giving something back. Rather than go into a long ramble about WHY they're awesome, I'm just going to list them. Because a) it's a bit pretentious, and b) it's time-consuming and I'm lazy. Besides, I'm giving you a shedload of new Tunes - ain't no normal person got time fo' dat!


Tune Tape Tuesdays #37

Top Tracks
1. Satellite Stories - Campfire
2. Brodinski ft. Theophilus London - Gimme Back the Night
3. Bondax - Giving It All (Joe Goddard Remix)


Tune Tape Tuesdays #38

Top Tracks
1. Ludovico Einaudi - Walk (Phaeleh Remix)
2. Lorde - Million Dollar Bills (Easy Girl Remix)
3. Jake Bugg - Broken




Tune Tape Tuesdays #39

Top Tracks
1. The Paper Kites - St Clarity
2. Pr0files - Call Yourself a Lover
3. Lorde - Buzzcut Season




Well. That should keep you going for a while. If anyone is still having problems with loading these - Internet explorers crashing etc - then just let me know.

Love,
Belle x

Wish List Mondays #39

As Ned Stark would tell you, "Winter, is coming". And in the fashion world, that can only mean one thing: new boots. This statement is none the less true even though I work for a major shoe company. You might think that the last thing I want to write about when I get home is shoes. But you'd be so wrong. Shoes, as my accessories-obsessed Grandmother would agree, are much more than foot coverings. There's a reason women - and men, let's not be sexist - get excited by a new pair. I reckon it goes back to childhood. That visit to the shoe store, where you were faced with a wall three times the size of you, and told to pick whichever one you wanted (so long as, of course, they were practical and not too expensive). Nowadays, practicality - and in many people's case, price - is not really an issue. Which I guess technically makes the occasion of buying a new pair of shoes much more thrilling. This week, I've done your homework for you. I've sourced out a collection of boots that will *I hope* fit every 'style tribe' out there, and all weights of wallets. So without any further ado, and only a small drum-roll, here is my pick of the best boots to get you through a British winter. Roll on the mince pies and Game of Thrones box-sets.

1. The Studded Rocker Boot: 'Langdon Fizz', Clarks, £80. Tell me about it, Stud, here.
2. The Biker Boot: 'Orinoco Club', Clarks, £50. Rev your engine, here.
3. The Indie Lace-Up: Leather Boots, H&M, £60. Play the lace card, here.
4. The Dress Heel: Suede Ankle Boots by Bottega Veneta, Matches Fashion, £495. Well heeled, here.
5. The Smart Wedge: 'Lorenzo Ocean' in Black Ponyskin, Clarks, £80. Giddyup, here.
6. The 70's: Leather Knee High Boots by Chloé, Matches Fashion, £860. That 70's Show, here.
7. The Statement: Shark-Lock Leather Wedge Boots by Givenchy, Matches Fashion, £1,430. Go sharking, here.
8. The Riding Boot: 'All Out' in Black Tan Leather, Office, £110. Tally-Ho, here.


No Winter shopping spree would be complete without a coat, so here's one I'm lusting after this season:

Cream Biker-Style Coat by Red Herring, Debenhams, £80. Cat got the cream, here.


Love,
Belle x