You Can't Always Get What You Want

The story of my f*ing life. I don’t think I am a person who wants too much. Funnily as materialistic as I often sound (which I actually am) there isn’t that much that I truly want. All the things I lust over, that I crave, that I buy, its just to occupy time, cause the truth is that the happiness they provide never lasts for that long. Ok I lie, it lasts fucking long. Especially when said item looks really good on you. But what I am trying to say here is this; there is something else I want. Something that isn’t bought, something private, something secure, something that won’t go away, something that will cure this loneliness, something that will make me feel like I belong, something more than I have ever had. But guess what, it’s the one thing that I don’t seem to be able to get (well that and my f*ing Birkin). For once (actually for ages) I can’t get what I want. Its become a numb ache, that’s always there, sometimes there is a pang, but generally, its just there, in the background, never fading. Of course you want to know now what it is I want but guess what, you can’t always get what you want. Ha!

Ok what I want, what I really want, is to know what I want to do with my life, career wise. God, I’ve never been this confused before. You see I am one of those people who always know what they want. I immediately know if I like a person or not upon meeting them. I am a sales assistant dream, I don’t waste time I know exactly what I want, and am quick about it. I am very decisive. But this career confusion is f*ing killing me. What I need to do is grow some balls, quit my job, and do some sort of soul searching. Actually, what I need is to grow some balls, quit and go in the direction of fashion styling. But that don’t buy you Phantom’s (Rolls Royce) and pj’s (private jet) Oh well, here’s to ‘miracle grow’ (you know the stuff bald men put on their head to try and entice some hair to grow).

By the way, the title of this blog was inspired by the last line of a George Michael song called Waiting For That Day. But that line was actually from the Rolling Stones with that title. Waiting For That Day is one of my favourite George Michael songs, its about him missing someone, who he has tried to forget by sleeping with other people to distract himself, but it doesn’t seem to work. He’s asking the person to come back, but guess what, you can’t always get what you want (that’s how he ends the song).

And by the way, the original song went like this;

You can't always get what you want
But if you try sometimes you just might find
You get what you need….

p.s. you thought I was going to talk about love didn’t you?

Secrets

Time published its first annual list of the top blogs on the internet. I thought most of them were annoying, nothing can be beat Alistyle, right guys? Anyway, there was one very special one; PostSecrets. They described it as "The blog is an ongoing community art project in which ordinary people mail in a personal secret written by hand on one side of a homemade postcard. The cards are then posted anonymously on the blog exactly as received, presented without comment." I describe it as a beautifully touching space on the internet, click here to see for yourself.

There was something else I found there, a video summary of some the cards that had been sent in. I have to say, this was even more heartfelt, an perhaps a bit sad. I advice you use headphones when listening to this, so you dont miss out on posts such as "i really enjoy funerals" "i almost planned to kill my mother", and others;

Oh pls watch this, it is truly true.

Before & After

If only more men could see what difference a little bit of tailoring could for their wardrobe. GQ picked a couple of randoms on the streets of NY (further proof that Americans have no dress sense) and gave them a simple makeover. See below;

Shirt, $295, and pants, $295, by Burberry London. Sneakers, $425, by Martin Margiela. Watch by Dior Homme.

Blazer, $2,025, and jeans, $450, by Dolce & Gabbana. Shirt, $168, by Steven Alan. Shoes, $820, by Church’s.




Shirt, $415, and pants, $465, by Prada. Tie, $130, by Alexander Olch. Shoes, $375, by Ermenegildo Zegna.






Suit, $1,050, by Neil Barrett. Shirt, $460, by Jil Sander. Tie, $125, by Band of Outsiders. Shoes, $300, by Geox. Pocket square by Paul Stuart. Watch by Cartier.




Sweater, $780, and shirt, $260, by Salvatore Ferragamo. Jeans, $231, by Nom de Guerre. Shoes, $158, by Banana Republic. Belt by Coach. Watch by Rolex.

Well Dressed Men, With Personality

Came across the following extracts from men.style.com. I love the Mankin (large size Birkin) and I totally totally love the way the Dao-Yi Chow is dressed. He is simply too cool for skol. Loves It!;

GQ: The Well-Dressed Rebel

Beat Up the Pretty Things

Nathaniel Goldberg, Photographer

“There’s a person at the Serpette flea market in Paris who specializes in secondhand Hermès bags. I bought these about ten years ago; they’re probably from the late ’60s or early ’70s. I paid about $2,000 apiece, but I take both of them with me everywhere, always as carry-on luggage. One I pack with clothes, the other with shoes, toiletries, and a computer. You travel in style, but you pay for it with how heavy they get. It’s a painstaking experience, but I still do it. You have beautiful bags; you want them with you.”

• The fact is, quality will cost you. But if you invest in a classic piece by a label like Hermès—whose craftsmanship is undisputed—consider it money well spent.

Bags by Hermès. Vest and shirt by 45rpm. Jeans by A.P.C. Cap by Browning. Glasses by Number (N)ine. Watch by IWC.

Tame Your Tux

Dao-Yi Chow, Designer, Public School

“If you look at my outfit, it’s formal from the waist up and nontraditional from the waist down. It’s the perfect balance between luxe and edge. There’s still a fashion component to it, but the way you put it together, you’re not fashion. To pull it off, you have to pay attention: You have to keep the lines from the jacket to the jeans—and the jeans to the shoes—in proportion.”

• The reason Dao-Yi’s outfit works so well is he pays as much attention to the fit of his jeans as he does to his tailored tux jacket. They’re perfectly in sync with each other.

Tuxedo jacket and jeans by Alexander McQueen. Shirt by Dolce & Gabbana. Bow tie by Polo by Ralph Lauren. Sneakers by Balenciaga.

What To Expect This Winter

As usual this morning, when I got to work instead of actually doing work, I went through my usual celebrity blogs (Naiomi got arrested in Heathrow T5 for another temper tantrum, JLo's Husband bought her earrings worth $2.6m, Posh is still too contrived which is such a waste of all her lovely bags/shoes/clothes, etc.). Anyway I decided to go on to style.com and guess what I found, a selection from each designer of their Fall/Winter 08 accessories offerings. Basically, I do the research, so you all you have to do is bring out your credit card and swipe. I have to tell you ladies, it's looking very bleak there this Winter. Here's a couple of things I found mildly interesting;

Herve Van der Straten Silver Wave Earings

Salvorte Ferragamo - Metallic Platform

Tod's Lizard Diamond Lock Pochette

Giambattista Valli - Embellished Minaudiere

Christian Louboutin - Tan Slingback Gold Heel

Fendi F3 Bag - Could this be the new IT Bag? Which as we know are so over! I like the size though.

Bottega Venetta - White Gold & Diamond Bracelet

Christian Louboutin - Tan Platform Boots

Burberry Lowry Bag

And the truly disgusting; Chloe Wrapped something. Me thinks they need to get Phoebe back.

A word of advice; if you love yourself at all, don't even venture near a Gucci store.

The Weekend Of The Fabulous

Today's the best day of the week; FRIDAY. This is usually the only night if the week that I partake in my favourite pastime; DRINKING. I came up with a little rule last year, only drink once a week. For one, I find that I say the most stupid things when I am drunk, for the second, I am not one to do things in moderation; I drink to get DRUNK, so its best to keep the inevitable shame and embarrassment (when I realise I’ve said or done something I shouldn't have said/done) to a minimum.

I am listening to the new Madonna song with Justin Timberlake; 4 Minutes, and I have to admit, I quite like it. You want to see for yourself;



What are our weekend plans? I will be attending nuptials all today and tomorrow, an engagement party today, a wedding tomorrow (different couples). Nothing like a wedding to make you feel the need to look even more fabulous than usual (you thought I was going to say lonely/single? * that!). Weddings are the perfect opportunity to have social gatherings outside bar/club and see what people actually look like in the daytime. So many of my crushes have evaporated once I saw the object of my affection in daylight, I'm like eeewww.

I think its time for me to go on another one of my anorexic diets. I was trying on my outfit for the wedding tomorrow, and I felt a bit of snugness around the ass when trying on my favourite skinny black pencil trousers. Baby got back? Baby don’t want back. Baby follows the European model of skinny chic. You see, others have intelligence, others have beauty, some have humour, some are even kind hearted, all I have is my skinniness (and my amazing clothes which are also size skinny). I cannot afford to lose my only competitive advantage. Well I lie, I also have another special thing, a total absence of any moral code/standard what so ever. And in the words of Lil Kim; “I'll do it anywhere, anyhow, I'm down for anything”

Coming up soon, the fashion issue.

Reformed Slut

Once upon a time......

There was a good Christian Child who lived alone. The child was intelligent, so found school work easy and thus had a lot of free time. The child also had parents who were going through a divorce so were willing to throw a lot of cash at the child. The child took full advantage of the situation and acquired many luxury goods. However, that only took care of the day time itch. At night, the child discovered the wonders of London Town after dark. While the child did not take to drugs and booze, the child instead took to making the acquaintance of clandestine strangers. Simply put, child began a slut. Child stopped going to church because child felt too guilty. Child stopped being a good Christian child.

Fast forward a couple of years. Child has now grown into an Adult. Adult's black book runneth over, but Adult has turned over a new leaf. Adult is no longer interested in (very) passionate short affairs. You know the type that lasts for hmmmm.................... a night. Adult has even tried to resurrect slutty alter ego to no avail. Normally this would be a good thing for most people, but not in this case. Adult has never had to be in a relationship so doesn't have a clue about intimacy. Adult has grown used to own company, doesn't like anyone in personal space, doesn't know how to open up, has no clue on what it takes to compromise, and now can't even random shag anymore. Simply put, Adult is screwed (well, not getting screwed though).

Shit.

This is a fictional tale about a Reformed Slut.