STEALING ALL THE LIGHT

How to wear a denim button down with prints and neon?

Just fuckin' do it!

A day in the office.

Just got back from kayaking on the mangroves. It's been a long and overly active couple weeks. I am officially pooped. Signing off.

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POUND FOR POUND

two things I just can't get enough of right now. Get on it.

Other than that...I am dying to go to Creamfields Abu Dhabi. I am dying to see Guns 'n' Roses in December. Machete has been on my radar for eons and I still have yet to see it (did you? Is it good?). Excited to possibly go home for a short break before Christmas. Want to finish my can of Stella but it's from my dad's special stash and the folks just got home. I wish my mum would just cut the act and give me the bike we both picked out for me for Christmas - could really use it. I am adoring my tiny Christmas tree, which I'll soon start decorating with obscure things. I am sort of panicking about my new workload at the mag but the pay raise will make it worth it. Fight training has been awesome - hit up the gym for 1.5 hours of torture first thing this morning and surprised my trainer. Only problem is I am becoming more violent. Took my spike bracelet for a spin today. Mouthed off a local - a total no no around these parts. Mouthed off a bus driver. Probably shouldn't have because he works my neighbourhood. Nearly mouthed off a girl over-eying my man. Thought better of it because she's not even his type. The boyf will meet my father tonight at his birthday party. I will drink a lot and post all the little details on Twitter. Be there. I have been dressing well. Kayaking on the mangroves a little too early in the morning. Hence, goodnight.

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PINKBERRY AND PINK CHAMPAGNE

 My mom is preparing to meet the queen this weekend so I'm over at her's again messing around in her closet.

 Cheap no name wayfarers, polka dot head tie, lace dress - H&M, thrifted bag, neon slippers bought over the weekend at Dragonmart; this never-ending story of a chinese outlet mall in Dubai.

 Wanted to show you one of 6 options I put together for her for the soiree but they're not uploading...so...oh well. I guess this is yet another personal outfit post.

miss my old room...

It just dawned on me that I am sporting a coca cola addiction so severe right now that last night when I discovered that there was no fizzy in the house at an ungodly hour, I got dressed with the intention of downing as many free glasses of coke as possible at ladies night at my favourite neighbourhood club. Word. 

Right now, really craving kushari (even if it sounds like a cheap drug, which, I guess it is), reading Rope Burns by FX Toole for my fight training (the book to Million Dollar Baby) and looking for my stretchiest skinnies to go boarding with the bros tomorrow (woop woop! Haven't skated in like forever!)

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CRACKS ME UP

My boy Shaunie's passport visa photo for entry into China. haha...

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THE NOT SO DAILY OUTFIT STRIKES AGAIN

Oh, but I do sit down to some serious work too! It's just that my office is way cooler than yours. It's anywhere I fucking want it to be. Today, I missed my mum so it's at her apartment.

LOOKING: Like a cute and willing Nylon intern in a lot of fucking bows. Blouse - New Look, Skinnies - hand me downs from my little sis (yes, correct), Flats - Dune. Upon waking up, I was instantly aware that pretending to play the part of a preppy little secretary was the only way I was going to get anything done today. I've been super lazy these last few days, and it's because my nearly severed middle finger is just too distracting!! And pityful! Yeah, I sliced through a third of it while attacking some cheese (a no carb diet will do that to you). I think I told you this already though. As much as I love having The Fox do my dishes for me because of it, I am dying for it to heal so I can get back in the ring! I honestly do miss sweat stink boxing gloves.

READING: David Sedaris' 'Holidays On Ice'; just in time for the festive season, even if in it he does a stellar job showing Christmas up for how hilariously miserable and meaningless it really is. If you ask me, he is the sort of dinner guest I would bring to the Christmas table.

DRINKING: Coronitas! Yes! Stupidly small bottles of Corona made for, oh, I dunno, children? They're way cuter than children though and you shouldn't have to bat an eyelid to figure out which one I'd adopt first.

WATCHING: Well, the last thing I went out of my way to see was 'The Social Network'. Underwhelming, just like the December issue of Australian Vogue. hmph. As for the last thing I didn't even have to get out of bed to see? Se7en on DVD. Love it. What I really am dying to see? Robert Rodriguez's 'Machete'. I have been waiting for this since it was just a wee fake trailer in 'Grindhouse'. It has finally landed. Is it true The Lohan stars as a gun wielding nun? Like, what the fuck's not to love?

SMELLING OF: Some Hugo Boss scent or other. Too chicken to spritz the teardrop of a portion left in my Chanel bottle. Meanwhile, praying for Tom Ford's 'Black Orchid' under the tree this year.

EATING: spicy tomato with rice soup. I swear it's like crack in a can....but red with a soupy texture.

DREAMING OF: Going home to my bed. My Fox-y sense is tingling. I think he's at my doorstep.

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I CAN FEEL THE SLIME DRIPPIN' DOWN HER SLEEVE

Even in Abu Dhabi it's getting chilly out. Not cold enough to wear the fire engine red blizzard bombshell I eyed in Zara last night though. Shame.

Either way, looks like I may be passing through either NY or LDN on my way to a short break in TNT! Keep that on the DL though because my peeps don't know and I might end up getting swayed by the shopping at the first destination and never even make it there. Why am I speaking like that?

The 2010 Chills by thelonelylondoner featuring an asymmetrical jacket

レイヤード ジャケット, 54,600 JPY
Tsumori Chisato / Gold Film Boa Coat, $1,284
Helmut Lang Asymmetric rabbit and nappa-leather jacket, $1,895
Vena Cava / Battening Cape, $650
D&G Rabbit collarless jacket, $1,995
Jil Sander Cashmere wrap coat, $2,875
Feather cape Pink, 50 GBP
Alexander Wang Cropped leather jacket, $1,100

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PILLOW TALK

My boss called me up the other night and asked me if I wanted to write a report on some yacht race happening in Dubai. I get there half an hour late and next thing you know I'm being whipped by a massive entourage through the VIP entrance to a ritzy yacht - I kept all of them from enjoying the first 30 minutes of what followed; mini course after mini course of the kind of food that was clearly hidden from me all my life, that alongside unlimited Moet and Coronitas til sun down (DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THESE? CUTEST THINGS EVER!!!). And you can bet your bottom dollar I grabbed one of those designer SPF lotions fanned out on that silver platter at the entrance. Typical freelancer behaviour.

What my boss failed to mention was that I was covering the Louis Vuitton Trophy and that I was going to get on board one of the vessels to race as the 18th man. Didn't happen, though, due to crappy winds and major race delays. Not that I minded, obviously! But I could've gotten many more flutes down the chute if I wasn't so busy being a professional journalist (and the only one not carrying any LV anywhere on their person) preparing to compete on the high seas - aka painfully sober.

Still, a great day had. Even better, after declining a ride home because no one knew that I had travelled all the way from another Emirate aboard a public bus for two hours to get there, I arrived home to find lovely noises in my kitchen - COOKING! The Fox had a whole feast in the works. AND it was carb free (yeah, this again...). I love him, oh I do, I do! The only problem is he made a big egg breakfast again for me this morning even though it was his first day back to work from vacay (and no carbs in there either) so it means I've got to come up with something extra special in the next few hours.

Oh, to hell with it. I'll let the pillow do the talking.

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GIMME THAT SALT ALL AROUND THAT RIM

 Hello! I didn't type for a while because I nearly sawed off my left middle finger while feverishly attacking a block of cheese - I started a no carb thing a couple days a week so...it was bound to happen sooner or later. Anyway, isn't that just a fucking awesome album cover? No shame in saying it...the skankiness of her, the wigs, the dirty mouth, her rhymes, the Barbie fascination....the fact that she is ALSO from Trinidad....it all just makes my labia tingle lol.


Disgusting, isn't it? Yet I would wed and bed this girl in a heartbeat (or bed then wed her, doesn't matter...). Throw in the new Kelis (who I'm seeing live tonight) and some Kesh (also Trinidadian) and I'm set for life.

In fact, I would love to sit in on some Young Money meetings (I don't listen to rap regularly but I am highly impressed with this crew, namely Nicki, Drake and Lil Wayne. Young Money is to the world of Hip Hop what Jack Kerouac is to Fiction, and I just hope they can keep it going, even while in prison.

Oy vey...straying very far away from my metal/punk/electro home...

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HOLED UP IN HERE

http://whatcourtneyworetoday.com/

REALLY!
Pretty random of her, but then again, it's Courtney Love.

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WHEN YOU ARE ENGULFED IN FLAMES

I spent the entire weekend 'modelling' for photog students in this lighting workshop and just had such an unexpected blast. As a result, I'm now even more intrigued by imagery and fashion photography and am at present browsing photography blogs, so this is just some TDF (to die for) images on my desktop right now, from various artists, all nabbed from Twisted Lamb <------ kick ass blog.

Total brilliance.

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HOLD ME LIKE A GUN

Sorry I've been such a shitty blog parent but this last week has kept me pretty busy.

Anyway, do you like my shoes?

Only 40 dirhams from New Look. Yeah, that's like 6 pounds/10 dollars. I went ape shit there on shoes the other weekend, bought like 6 pairs. I don't know why I am always surprised at how good their collection is. It was never that great in the UK when I lived there, and now I barely shop anywhere else for footwear. Good for them.

In other news...

THIS DREAM is for sale in my neighbourhood. I want it so bad, but I don't have the local license and oh yeah, I don't have 50,000 dirhams. The local guy who owns it saw The Fox and I peering inside of it late one night and just gushing like mad and pulled up in his shiny white Mercedes G Class Off-Roader and explained that it was THE car for his crew, B2B (Between Two Bridges, the English name for the neighbourhood he and I both live in). He's really keen to get rid of it for nearly any price, it seems, which is a bit shady so it's probably a blessing that I can't afford it...

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RED HORSES GALLOP

I have nothing to show you with regards to Halloween. Get over it.

Damn, it's been a minute. I am thinking of starting a zine called 'Red Horses Gallop'. Inspiration?

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