Wednesday, 28 March 2012

Dr. Martens: The Sale Sucked

I was beyond excited for the Dr. Martens warehouse sale last weekend. Unfortunately it did not live up to the hype.

 We got to Shoreditch at around 11 in the morning and the que was already MASSIVE. There were hundreds of people snaking round 3 corners but we were still pretty hopeful that the que would move fast. It was a beautiful sunny day so we didn’t mind the though of a little bit of waiting around. An hour later and we still hadn’t even reached the corner of the building we were at. We were told that it was a four-hour wait from where we were to the entrance and I have to say I seriously though about giving up. The love for docs drove me to que for 5 hours (in the shade may I add so it was freezing). As I finally saw the entrance I really did almost have an aneurysm.

We bounded up the stairs, re-fuelled with excitement, to be met with this:

The place looked like a bomb had hit it. People were picking up boxes and tossing them and their contents to the other side of the room. It was a shocking sight. There were no classics left, only last season’s stock. There were hardly any of the smaller sizes and almost always only one of the shoes you wanted. A massive disappointment.

There was no way I was going to have qued for 5 hours to leave with nothing so I bought a pair of heeled black boots. They really aren’t my cup of tea though so I may sell them on.

I almost with I had not bothered but I know that if I hadn’t, I would always have wondered what could have been. You live and you learn I suppose.

Velvet x

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

The Wackness

With two deadlines looming over me, both due in on the same week, I have been trying my best to avoid doing work by any means necessary. I came across a film called ‘The Wackness’ and had a quick look on IMDb to make sure I wasn’t about to waste one and a half hours of my life.

The first line of the overview read ‘It’s the summer of 1994, and the streets of New York are pulsing with hip-hop.’ I love the decade, and the prospect of an amazing 90s hip-hop soundtrack along with the fact that the legend that is Ben Kingsley was one of the main actors was a winning combination. If you haven’t seen ‘Gandhi’, now is the time.  

Basically, lonely teenager Luke Shapiro spends his last summer before college selling a crazy amount of weed to people from an ice cream cart. Falls in love, out of love, and makes friends with his fucked up shrink. Pretty typical story for the most part but an enjoyable watch none the less.

This films saving grace for me fashion wise came in the form of drugged up hippy Union, played by Mary-Kate Olsen. Union’s style in the film consists of crazy amounts of necklaces, fluid chiffon patterned dresses and the best hair I have ever seen in my life. To say I would like to have that hair is an understatement.

Over all the best part of the movie was the soundtrack, which included the likes of Wu-Tang Clan, A Tribe Called Quest, and The Notorious B.I.G. 

Bring on the summer!
Velvet x

Monday, 19 March 2012

Dr. Martens: Keeping It Classic

As I have said in previous posts I am in love with my Dr. Martens. I own a classic black, eight eyelet pair and I wear them with everything, come rain or sun. Ever since I got them on Christmas Morning 2011, there has been a maximum of two days where I have left the house without them. That’s dedication for you.

Anyway, the real reason I’m gushing about my best pals is because, thanks to Twitter, I now know that there is a Dr. Marten warehouse sale being held in Spitalfields on the 24th and 25th of March. All shoes and boots only £25!!! I may have an aneurysm on arrival, I'm THAT excited.

 I shall write a blog post about it when I return, as happy as Larry with at least two new pairs. I’m thinking something garish and wonderfully offensive like this:

One of the things that has been rubbing me up the wrong way recently are the new styles of Dr. Martens that have been sweeping the nation. Florals and needlepoint?!? I mean I don't HATE the pastels trend that’s happening right now with Docs but not flowers! It’s like putting a tutu on a rottweiler or something. Just not right. I think that Dr. Martens should be kept classic, tough and simple.

I will firmly be sticking to black or ox blood eight eyelet boots with a constant smear of dirt on the toe. Heaven.  

Velvet x

Sunday, 18 March 2012

Velvet: A Fabric Moment

When I question people about their views of velvet, I am usually met with a sea of crinkled nose’s as each person remember either their grannies ill fitting velvet tops or the gaudy tight velvet get ups of their youth. What the majority of people fail to remember is the luxurious, sumptuous beginnings of the economic phenomenon that was velvet. 

Originally from the Fat East, velvet had its main start in Italy as the fabric that made peoples fortunes. Transported all the way from the legendary Silk Road in China by Arab merchants at the beginning of the 12th century, velvet went on to become the most powerful form of trade during the Renaissance. It was used everywhere from Royal bed chambers to clothing during the 12th-18th century and it was a staple of opulence for Guiseppe Verdi who demanded that the cast of his operas wore only the finest of all velvet. The fabric has had many comebacks throughout the years including during the 1920s Art deco period when it was all the rage to be clad in a full velvet ensemble. 

One of velvets more recent revamps came in A/W 09/10 with Fendi showing a range of incredibly tactile, vivid jewel toned cocktail dresses in complete juxtaposition to the sleekest of sleek silhouettes at Elie Saab that compliment the female form tremendously. Who said velvet was reserved for old biddies?  

Velvet x