Tuesday, 22 April 2014

Clueless

Because fashion and clothes sometimes just need to be about having fun me and my best friend Abigail were inspired by one of THE films of my childhood years, Clueless, to relive the nineties last Saturday night. I may not be the biggest fan of fancy dress in general ( in fact I usual go for the ballerina / princess option as most of my wardrobe rather worryingly works for either), but I have to say Clueless did no doubt teach me a few fashion lessons that I have remembered to this day.  I may not usually go for the top to bottom matching look but this SS14 I have not been able to say not to a co-ord set and hell knee high socks are a look that after this night I am more than willing to rock a few more times this summer. It's good to sometimes leave your style comfort zone a little bit and I for one don't really think I carry of the "girly girl" look very well but in my role of Cher for the night and with that certain 'WHATEVER' attitude it was great to wear something I usually wouldn't and we are already plotting costumes ideas for a future night out! 

Hat / H&M
Jumper / Miss Selfridge
Skirt / Topshop Boutique
Socks / Topshop
Shoes / ASOS
Backpack / Blackblessed

Abigail
Set / Misguided

Monday, 21 April 2014

Twin Set

Beanie / ASOS
Jacket / Zara
Top / Zara
Shorts / Zara
Shoes / ASOS

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

Lilac Tulle

Beanie / Topshop
Jumper / Miss Selfridge
Skirt / Asos
Shoes / New Balance

Monday, 14 April 2014

Shanghai Spirit

Hat / Miss Selfridge
Top / Topshop
Skirt / Topshop
Shoes / Office

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

East London Brunch Spots


All good things come to an end and that is even true when it comes to eating out. As anyone that has ever read one of my restaurant reviews will know I have been a loyal fan and regular brunch visitor at Workshop Coffee for a few years now. However a change in menu that saw my two favourite dishes disappear ( replaced to my annoyance with none veggie friendly options), less friendly staff and a hike in price, for me a £3 flat white no matter how perfectly brewed really not excusable, meant that I eventually felt no other choice but to embark on a search for new places to spend my favourite mealtime of the week at. Luckily living in east London I have a growing choice of caf├ęs and restaurants that try to do something a little different with their brunch offerings at my disposal and depending on whether you fancy something sweet or savoury has seen me discover some unexpected gems, able to fill the void left behind by Workshop! 

The Breakfast Club Hoxton
I have always been rather critical of the Breakfast club for a few reasons. It is the type of place included in most semi cool guide books and as a result more often than not filled with hordes of tourists, prepared to queue a good hour to tick it of their "to do in London" list. I for one detest both waiting for my food ( especially if hungover and before coffee) and tourist traps where restaurants tend to get away with rather mediocre fare to high prices, knowing that of course most customers have come for the experience and not high culinary standards. I had been to a few of their branches many years ago but found them rather cramped ( especially the soho restaurant) and my savoury dishes nothing out of the ordinary. However after a sudden craving for pancakes a friend of mine vouched for the greatness of the stack of fluffy doughy goodness served up at the Breakfast Club and I reconsidered my initial hesitation. Living literally around the corner from the Hoxton Breakfast club I put my doubts aside and gave it another go and was pleasantly surprised! Yes, there was a queue but the wait was short and service friendly. Once sat the room was spacious and atmosphere unrushed, not a given considering the queue outside. Once we had ordered, for me the classic pancakes with berries, vanilla cream and a jug of maple syrup and for my meat loving best friend Abigail pancakes with the addition of a mountain of various meat, we knew we had come to the right place. Generous portions, beautifully flavoured cream and a stack of fluffy and delicious pancakes completely hit the spot and was great value for money at £8 for my portion. The menu caters for every taste though I think for me the Breakfast club is my new to go to for that certain pancake craving I get every few weeks. Even if the Breakfast club isn't the most edgy place it is a London brunch institution underrated by many Londoners! 



Ozone Coffee
Ozone Coffee had been on my brunch map for some time but once again it's proximity to Workshop coffee, located just off Old street roundabout, had seen me reluctant to take the plunge and try somewhere new and unknown. After another underwhelming Workshop experience however ( spending just under £20 on a minuscule portion of eggs, beans, mushrooms and a coffee) I was determined to give it a go, especially after having a glimpse at their rather enticing and veggie friendly menu. With their own coffee roastery, Ozone is housed in a slightly industrial inspired, big, bright and welcoming place and me and my brunch buddy instantly felt at home perching on one of their benches. Coffee, of course, is a matter of pride here and for a reason. My flat white was smooth, strong and one of the best I have had in London. The food too is imaginative and full of fresh flavours. We settled for the mushrooms on sourdough with Swiss cheese and a dollop of creme fraiche, simple ingredients cooked perfectly, and chips ( and what chips with their crispy skin on and sea salt flakes on top) with aioli, one of the best I have had to date even when compared with more famous burger bar ones. Paying under £15 each, we left stuffed, satisfied and already discussing what to try next time. I have a feeling Ozone will become a regular weekend spot of mine in no time. 

Monday, 7 April 2014

Ocean Scene

Hat / Topshop
Earrings / H&M
Top / & Other Stories
Skirt / Three Floor
Shoes / Zara

Thursday, 3 April 2014

Mint Accents

Hairband / Loving Alice
Top / Hofmann
Jacket / H&M
Skirt / Topshop

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

A Matter of Home




This year has already been marked by two big occasions. I have now lived in England for 10 years and I got my first tattoo just before my twenty-second birthday. The two may not seem connected at first but this bit of ink under my skin has  been a symbol of me finally accepting and celebrating my lack of one set national identity and one place I call home.


Heimat, emblazoned in American typewriter font on my ankle, is a German word with no direct English translation that denotes a sense of being at home without an actual physical place to call so, home in essence where the heart is, not where a passport or accent may place you. For me in particular this has a twofold meaning. In times where people change occupations and locations without the blink of an eye I find it hard to understand how we are still so set on an outdated and one dimensional idea of national identity and how not committing to one makes you apparently appear a little "lost". I make both a terrible German, I don't eat sausages and hate beer, and a pretty rubbish Brit ( do not ever ask me to make a cup of tea because I wouldn't know how to) but I am both a proud Londoner, the place where I have created a life for myself and European, Europe for me a set of diverse states we can freely travel and work across that despite all its problems has guaranteed centuries of peace.

On my first day at school in England I was called a Nazi, yes the person doing so was another 12 year old with, I am assuming a rather limited, grasp of history, but it was not the last time I was made to feel distinctly different because of my slight German accent and the resulting 'foreignness', something that I think should be no issue whatsoever in a time where hardly anyone can say they are purely Britiish or purely whatever, I for one rather proud of my complete mish mash of heritage ( quarter German, quarter Finnish, quarter Russian and quarter Czech if you care to ask).

I can now say I am a little German and a little English in mentality and a lot of that has shaped who I am, a chance to live in different environments, a facing of different social parameters that I cherish rather than resent. I would have probably had an easier time in my teenage years without the move across the channel but I have learnt to see the good and bad in every country, no where is perfect and I have very much accepted that I have accumulated bad traits both of the English ( no longer am I hundred percent punctual) and German ( I still struggle to queue for things) kind, but all of these little quirks have made me who I am and that is neither or, an attitude fitting for a world that, as cliche as it sounds,is becoming one big village, full of world citizens.

The tattoo has a second more personal meaning to me too. Through circumstance I lost a so to speak conventional family which didn't prove too easy at a stage of my life when the transition from student to working adult was already a challenge in it's self. I don't have the safety net of a family to go back to if I loose my job or a boy lets me down, I don't have a place to spend Christmas at and I don't get that parental praise we all need once in a while. However I have in the last two years managed to find friends that are  like my family and  managed to make London my home, a place where, at least for now, I have arrived and feel at ease. I played with the idea of getting this tattoo for almost two years but it was when both those two ways of belonging fell into place that the time was right because for me 'Heimat' is where I am happy no matter what country, city or house I am in and my ankle will remind me of that in the years to come, no matter the geographical location.

Monday, 31 March 2014

Pink & Red

Hat / H&M
Jumper / Miss Selfridge
Trousers / Topshop
Earrings / Topshop
Shoes / ASOS

Thursday, 27 March 2014

Embroidered

Hat / Topshop
Earrings / Topshop
Jacket / Miss Selfridge
Skirt / 5Preview
Shoes / Kat Maconie

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

Coloured Lace

Flower crown / Topshop
Earrings / Topshop
Top / Zara
Skirt / Zara 
Shoes / ASOS