Tuesday, 5 May 2015

inside the met gala 2015

I'm fairly certain that I've already expressed my love for red carpet events on this blog, lamenting about how they're always such an exciting convergence of fashion and celebrity, or something along those lines. Having been reminded of this fun fact about me, I'm sure you can assume how excited I get about the Met Gala, one of the fashion industry's most important nights of the year. Not only does it bring together a guest list of celebrities exclusively picked by Anna Wintour to celebrate fashion, but it's really one of the only commercialised events that sees the red carpet as the centre of the night. Unlike the Oscars, or the Gramys, it's as far as the public eye is allowed to go. What happens inside the Metropolitan Museum after the red carpet is rolled up continues to be a mystery every single year. However, fortunately enough, I just so happen to have a number of sources who have shared exclusive details of what actually went down at last night's event. You heard it here first.

Wednesday, 18 March 2015

why kanye should perform at glastonbury 2015

Photo via purple.fr
In an interview with BBC Radio 1's Zane Lowe in 2013, Kanye West announced that rap is the new rock'n'roll, that rappers are the new rock stars. The interview went on to be memed and mocked, which is generally the case for anything that Kanye does. But, it just so happens that this period of mockery is subsequently followed by a quiet realisation that Kanye was, in fact, right the entire time. I find it amusing that people still try and clamour for footing to support their rejections of his creative endeavours, particularly in terms of his music. Despite his music receiving critical acclaim and often, mainstream popularity, Kanye's general presence continues to cause controversy wherever he goes. The announcement of his headlining gig at this years Glastonbury Festival has been the most recent trigger to cause upset, and the most recent addition to an already sizeable list of Kanye Kontroversies of 2015. But why all the upset?

Monday, 23 February 2015

the good, the bad and lady gaga

Awards season gives me life. It's not because I'm particularly knowledgeable in any field of work that's being accoladed, I'll be the first to admit that I have only watched four out of the eight films nominated for Best Picture at this year's Oscars and that I haven't listened to Beck's Grammy winning album yet and that, truthfully, I only watched The Golden Globes this year for Amy and Tina. Rather, I thrive on awards season because it brings together a few of my favourite things: fashion, pop culture, emotional celebrities and incidentally, Lady Gaga singing her rendition of 'My Favourite Things'. Last night's Oscars started late and ran long and by 5:06am I just really needed Alejandro González Iñárritu of 'Birdman' to wrap it up. But it was enjoyable all the same, garnering as much highs as it did lows. So let's not digress any further: let's talk about what went down at the Oscars, and what actually just flopped at the Oscars.

Sunday, 22 February 2015

forbidden trends: a plea for justice

In an ideal situation, I would have conjured up a New Year, New Me piece in the first week of January. It would have been one of my more well-written pieces that struck a near perfect balance of being relevant, informative and callously witty along with being accompanied by a series of well-shot outfit posts to bring about a new start and ultimately, a new edge to this blog. But alas, I'm more of a realist than an idealist and what's worse, my inherent laziness negates my embedded ambition which has ultimately left me in a dulled stupor for the last number of  weeks. A stupor in which I never failed to recognise and remind myself that I should be writing a blog post with my free time instead of watching Celebrity Big Brother, but in which I simultaneously, yet comfortably, denied all ambition for the sweet numbing of Katie Hopkins' articulate verbal abuse.

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

"how long have i been wearing this bra for?", and other female concerns

Being equipped with your first bra is a momentous experience in any pre-pubescent girls life. More than a support for fat that hasn't arrived yet, your first bra is the physical indicator of closing the door on childhood and barging through the door of adolescence. Typically, my entry through that door was clumsy as fuck. It was in 5th class when I came to the awkward realisation that all of my friends were wearing bras, and I was not. I had missed Bra Initiation Day apparently. Of course, I withheld this detail from them and the next day I dutifully wore one of my sister's bras into school.

Tuesday, 4 November 2014

in defense of lena dunham

What has Lena Dunham been criticised for now you ask? Well, in her recently published memoir, "Not That Kind of Girl", she recalls an incident in which a seven year old Lena is overcome with anatomical curiosity of the female body and opens the lips of her baby sister's vagina to compare to her own (and then subsequently finds tiny pebbles inside). But the essay has been recently twisted by conservative, right wing writers from TruthRevolt.org and The National Review and is essentially retold as a story of sexual abuse, a claim which has now cantered it's way around the internet and echoed by a surprising amount of support. Let's discuss.

Thursday, 30 October 2014

the definitive list of halloween costumes that you'll be subjected to every year

Come the first of October, whilst still predominantly seeing life through my 'New Academic Year, New Me' goggles I tend to promise myself that this Halloween will be different. This Halloween will not be like last year's Halloween, or the one before that, or the one before that. No, this Halloween I will definitely make the smallest semblance of an effort to partake in the annual festivities. However, life inevitably gets in the way, to which I add my classic combination of procrastination and general laziness and topping it with my careless lack of budgeting, leaving me with just enough money to buy alcohol and not enough to buy my original, bitchin' costume. So I then find myself standing in Dunnes sacrificing said bitchin' costume for the good times that are due to come with the shoulder of Smirnoff in my hand all the while promising myself that next year will be different.