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Kimmy K [does not] cover Paper magazine

Some of the most successful magazine covers have been controversial.

One of the bestselling Vogue UK covers was when Alexandra Shulman decided to put a mirror on the cover of the millennium issue, making every one of her readers the cover star, and Lady Gaga's gun bra back in the height of her controversy reign was one of Rolling Stones highest circulating. So really, this wasn't that surprising at all.



I mean, it's not like we haven't seen it before. If you cast your mind back to 2010… 


It's not the first time camera-shy Kimmy has got naked for the cover of a magazine, or for any form of media. We needn't be reminded her rise to fame comes from the adult film industry. Yes I think the pictures are tacky and distasteful and all images photoshopped to such an extreme nature do is encourage young girls to think they can have a size 22 inch waist and a derrière with the circumference of two of the netballs they're inevitably still being forced to throw at one another twice weekly. But I've got to stop all the extreme feminists out there saying this is derogatory to women and lacking in self respect. Because, well because it isn't. Once again, Kim Kardashian takes the media world to a new level, redefining body confidence and what it is to have a "model" figure. And if it takes one product of the media to balance a glass of champagne on her derriere and drop her dress to her knees, then so be it. 

And whether she was paid or not, or if you think she looks like a centaur or not, but I bet very few people had heard of Paper magazine before this week. 

Mission accomplished Kim. 

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Writers un-block

It's been too long since I wrote for fun. And I know to some (perhaps most) people that will sound incredibly lame but I do, and have always, loved to write. Several times recently I've been asked how and when I decided I wanted to work in fashion, and to write. The truth is I honestly don't know.

From day one I would always carry fistfuls of crayons around and I was writing stories before I could walk, even to this day I'm still much better at the former. Then as I got older, I was fascinated by seeing my Dad always writing, granted where he debated the best router for building sheds, I pen the crucial debate of heels or flats. But we both love creating things with words, playing with as many adjectives as possible so each word leaps off the page… I'm already getting carried away.

But the point is that of late, with so many commitments to my internships and to work and to my impending final year hand ins, I've neglected writing about the things I love. So I'm going to go back to doing so, starting with a little recap from Summer.

While most of my friends disappeared back to Cheshire for a long break of sunning and catching up on the year we'd spent in various corners of the country, I decided to spend my four months working. The last time we spoke, my first month at Armani had flown by, and the following two only went faster. From monitoring the press coverage across mens collections and couture, to orchestrating the Armani looks for some of the biggest August and September issue shoots for Vogue, Elle, Marie Claire, Harper's Bazaar, GQ and Esquire, my network became alight with new connections and as the end of June rolled around I was heartbroken to be leaving my beloved team at Armani. Will, the press co-ordinator and I remain incredibly good friends, having grown exceptionally close and Lara, who is now senior press officer for McQueen womenswear accessories, and I met for the fondest catch up last week over goji berry waters and superfood salads, the brain food that got us through a sleepless week of organising the PoP remix shoot!


From there, I left for Stylist, the weekly style paper handed out across major cities in the UK every Wednesday morning. Madness consumed the office from morning till night, and the fast paced weekly never slept as we finished putting together the bumper September issue and Christmas gift guide for the big December issue, whilst continuing to produce shoots and all the fashion content for all the other weeklies. We tended to work three weeks in advance and my role varied from assisting on shoots, to processing returns, to call in for red carpet events, to researching new products for 'The Style List'. The three weeks I spent there flew by in a blur and it was quickly time to move on. I was then introduced to Linh, the incredibly talented Junior Fashion Ed at Harper's Bazaar and was delighted to join the team there for a month. Again assisting the fashion team meant lots of call ins, credits for the November and December issues as well as researching for online pieces. The team was infectious and all so wonderfully talented, seeing each shoot come to life day by day reminded me why I wanted to do fashion in the first place.



Sporting the AW Saint Laurent's 

 December Shop Bazaar, Styled by Linh Ly and assisted by me

 My final placement took me to InStyle and I was instantly thrown into the deep end. Arriving on Tuesday Lulu, the senior fashion assistant and now a great friend of mine and I pulled solid 14 hour days in the run up to the December issue shoot with Jessie J from organising her ryder, to sorting the edit, which included 38 pairs of shoes into cases look by look and ensuring everything was in order in the fashion cupboard. The issue is now out to buy and it's so exciting seeing many of the shoots and stories I compiled and worked on with the team in the issue. Again it was many long days of liaising with PR's, securing samples for up to four shoots at a time, all on top of fashion week schedules and outfit call ins, credits and transcriptions. But the team once again were incredible, and I was delighted to be able to work with Robyn, the Shopping Editor and one of the most incredibly talented stylists I've ever worked with.





And with that, October rolled around and it was time to swap my intern boots for my London College of Fashion boots and head back for final year. A little exhausted but excited to be getting final year out of the way I said goodbye for now to the amazing teams I had met over the summer with promises of Aperol Spritz and Pizza pilgrims trips closing every email.  


I've been asked so much for this, so I'm promising the next post will be full of advice especially for those looking to do the same.

 I also promise it won't be seven months before the next post!
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Happy Easter!

Easter is one of my most treasured times of the year. To a family as close as mine, Easter is a very sacred and special occasion for the family to be together and to celebrate spending time together, to be thankful for everything we have been blessed with. It’s also a great opportunity to indulge in my dad’s vintage wine cellar and over indulge in confectionery.

It couldn’t have come at a better time with work either. My first month at Armani has flown by in a whirlwind of press days, season changeover and September issue send outs. And as the first whispers of Men’s collections have begun to dance through the office, a four-day weekend sounded like the perfect chance for some rest and relaxation before another month of fast paced fashion fun begins. Emily was already home from Madrid with tales of the fun she’s been having and I was aching to join in the fun.

So practically leaping out of the office door at 6pm on the dot on Thursday evening I made a dash to the station and was straight on the train home, joined by the majority of London escaping the city for the long weekend.

I couldn’t have been happier to be met by my whole family at the platform. February must have been the last time we were all together and my dad was eager to introduce me to the latest additions to the family. Since my older sister and I have flown the nest, he has attached himself to parenting baby chicks. While conversation of the latest model of incubator or the vast amounts of land in our garden now dedicated to chickens usually irritates me, I was secretly thrilled to be coming home the evening that ten new arrivals were coming into the world.






Good Friday was dedicated, as ever, to family pastimes and old traditions, done each year with a bottle or two more of champagne. The cream egg brownie became my new favourite recipe, and my sisters and I spent the afternoon animatedly decorating the shells left over to create the perfect cases for our spring cress. As evening fell we prepared for dinner and headed off to meet my aunt and uncle for dinner. A five-course dinner in the country accompanied by bottle upon bottle of wine saw us see in the early hours of Saturday as we reminisced on the celebrations of the last year.





The easter weekend continued with a collection of coffee’s dinners and martinis in some of my most treasured company and was a beautiful reminder of how much my roots mean to me. The weekend was perfectly polished off with a wonderful lamb dinner on Sunday, while we enjoyed the Chinese grand prix.




Monday flew back around and as I type this I’m beginning my descent back into London town. Feeling perfectly rested, but equally expectant for the exciting few weeks ahead, I hope you’re Easter was as blissful as mine.  
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Girls Night

There's nothing I love more than playing dress up.

When I first started going out in my teenage years, the pre night out ritual would begin around 7pm. Early dinner, because a food baby is not going to compliment the outfit I pulled out four days ago. Shower time, because it is impossible to style two day old hair. Then around 8pm the girls would pile round. This was nearly always lead by my girlfriend Lucy, my partner in crime when it came to religious partying.

Cue copious amounts of wine, loud all-girl mega-mixes and the construction and reconstruction of the perfect outfit from four days ago that now simply doesn't make the cut. We'd do each others hair while tipsy shouts of "who has my mascara" or "has anyone seen my bra straps" echoed round the room. After a hundred selfies, we'd slip on our ten inch heels and stumble into the back of a cab, usually driven by Alan, and disappear into the night. The whole routine would usually last a good three or four hours and nine times out of ten was more of the focal part of the night out than the night of partying itself.

With hazy heads the following morning, we would recall the antics of the night previous, drinking tea and packing up the five spare outfits we'd had on standby and hiding from the embarrassing amounts of empty bottles scattered across the room. The girls and I would repeat this ritual every week, so when it came to my departure for Uni, I was nervous for my getting ready ritual to be compromised.

But thankfully, I realised something great when I came to Uni. Girls are the same the world over. Each of the girls I moved in with had their own getting ready ritual, so we combined them to create the power pre-night out. And as Friday finally rolled around again, Pippa and I had got this.

Top- Topshop
Skirt-H&M
Shoes- Similar at Office


 Throwing each others clothes on and off in a bid to create the perfect outfit while mixing spirits with the professional expertise of the finest bartenders (tiny exaggeration) we began our preparations. Yet as per with Pippa and I, we were running late, and as 10pm came around, we tumbled into a cab and headed over to DSTRKT. It's quickly becoming my favourite London hotspot, and we wasted no time hopping inside, welcomed by a glass of champagne.

Our night quickly got hazy and I awoke with a full face of make up, a skirt in two pieces and an unrivalled hangover. It was one of those rare moments that the evening festivities had more than lived up to the getting ready. I'll share a few snaps with you and leave the rest to the imagination.





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Turning Fables

It felt like forever since I had seen Jack, Gemma and Fi. We're usually joined at the hip when possible but since we've all had so much on recently it's been more and more difficult to find a slot to meet up. So a catch up was long overdue when I suggested we meet at one of Central London's newest offering, The Fable. And never ones to turn down the chance to critique a new haunt, or a good catch up over an even better cocktails, we agreed to give it a whirl.

However this began with problems. The bar, on the corner of Farringdon road, is a three floor maze, with an entrance on both the ground and top floor, a fact unbeknown to Gemma and I. So after an accidental game of hide and seek up and down the bar, Gemma and I finally found each other and sat down, each floor more and more packed with suits enjoying a good post work moan.



But that has to be the only complaint I have. And if the worst thing about a bar is its confusing navigation, a girl really can't have any complaints. The whole place is decked out like something from your favourite fantasy storybook, with influences from tales from around the world, and even a themed menu. Which the gang and I wasted no time exploring.


We settled on a 'rub a dub shrub', a sharing cocktail with a watermelon and champagne base, although I could quite easily have gone for the majority of the options on the menu. Each was an original twist on a classic, or just a total original, and each was enriched in a story of fun and fantasy. And when we saw it being served in a mini bathtub (yours to take away for £20) we were looking forward to it even more. The added attention to detail and the fact that we had to carry a bathtub through the bar to our seats, was both impressive and giggle-worthy, and we wasted no time tucking into our teacups of cocktail. 



Any apprehension that the taste wouldn't measure up to the presentation was dispelled in the first mouthful, and we tucked in as the conversation began to flow over the news from the last few weeks.

And not content with sampling only one of the extensive offerings, we were all eager to order again, with Gemma's arriving with a whole plum inside and my gin based cocktail arrived in a sandwich bag. Complete with edible lily pads and a goldfish made out of orange peel. A first for us all.


If it's great cocktails in a great atmosphere you're looking for, then its pretty obvious there are a hundred haunts across London that will tingle your tastebuds. But this gem comes with an even rarer stone. While it may take its cocktails seriously, everything else comes with a little pinch of humour. And that is something you can't find everywhere. 


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