Wednesday, 17 March 2010

I put some new shoes on, and suddenly everything seems right...

I am currently studying for a new qualification at work. The motivation and enthusiasm I pour out when in the daytime lessons and training is pretty much all I have so when it comes to our private study time I'm all out, empty, dry, nada! I've therefore mastered a number of distraction activities to avoid being remotely productive including tweeting my ass off, running up a heavy iTunes bill and finally getting to grips with iPhoto (am recent Mac convert). Doing which I found this picture of myself and one of my bestest buds Whitney. We are both obsessed with shoes, we own easily over a 100 pairs between us (potentially each if I really thought about it) and are currently on a ban from shoe shopping together after our last Kurt Geiger splurge. Speaking of which I am rocking KG by Kurt Geiger in the above pic and the blue and silver stilletos are vintage (Whitney's Mums!). It was taken on a train on our way on a night out. I don't know where or when exactly (possibly circa 2007) but am certain that we felt fabulous thanks to our new shoes.

God, I love toe cleavage.

Right now I really must do some work.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Mama, I love you

Predictably on Mother's Day (for UK anyway) I am taking a little time to acknowledge all that my Mum does for me and all she is to me. It's quite a lot, certainly too much to write about here. So instead I'm just going to post one of her favourite songs:


For that reason it's one of my favourite songs too.

Saturday, 13 March 2010

And I am a material girl...


I was just in the shower and realised my bottle count has gone up somewhat. I now indulge in using up to 6 different products in the shower: shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, exfoliator (i.e. shower gel with sand), face wash and a coconut leave in deep treatment hair conditioner (admittedly I only use this once a week-ish or when I remember). My immediate thought was "you've changed". I used to pride myself on being a 3 bottle maximum type of girl.

I don't know why but this thought process progressed to me thinking about all the material things in life I enjoy - leave-in conditioner, shoes, cinnamon scented candles, snowboarding, over a 100 different shades of nail varnish not to mention my self-indulgent deep and passionate love for collecting vintage clothes, music (350+ CDs and counting - no offence to iTunes) and InStyle magazine (since first UK issue).

Without getting too philosophical this does cause me slight concern as I've always thought of myself as someone who didn't get caught up with material things and that I could find more pleasure in not-having than having. I mean, I know all the words to Luther and Janet's "The best things in life are free"! I'm still not sure really where the line is in terms of when having something becomes materialistic - I guess when you "could do without" it - though this is very much a subjective definition.

For me there is no denying it - I admit that "material" things do make me happy. More than this they have helped me in some tricky parts of my life: If it hadn't been for boxsets of The Wire and Prison Break occupying my spare time and thoughts I would have been much slower getting over a few nasty break ups and my gym membership/treadmill habit near enough saved me from telling my old boss where to shove his offensive and sexist managerial style. Generally speaking, on a "bad day" the sound of one of my favourite songs coming on my iPod is enough to make things seem a little better.

So I suppose there's no denying it. We are living in a material world and I am a material girl. That said, I genuinely think that if I had to get rid of all the material things I apparently do love and I was just left with me, my non exfoliated self and those basic non-material things I love: my friends, my family, my voice for making my own music, talking and laughing and my body for running, dancing and other things (ahem) - I think I would do just fine.... if I had to.

Monday, 8 March 2010

Come crash into me...


I have seen some wonderfully odd things living in Shepherd's Bush. However I have never seen this before: a Lambourghini eskimo-kissing one of the trees on Shepherd's Bush Green. Nor do I think I will ever again. It is still uncertain what actually occurred here but what is certain is it caused a great deal of intrigue, excitement and photo-taking. It is almost unreal as anyone who has driven around the Green is lucky to go above 15mph, let alone move long enough to envisage losing control. All I have to say is: poor, poor tree.

Thank you for pics to local journalist and my current number one Bush spy Bryce Elder and also an unknown photographer who I hope won't mind me including his excellent pictures.

This post is for all of us Bush residents who can only dream of driving a Lambourghini let alone ramming one into a tree on Shepherd's Bush Green.

Thursday, 4 March 2010

All the small things... 4. Westfield



I'm disappointed in myself that as I have written it, Westfield features in the top 5 of my "All the small things...", I like about living in Shepherd's Bush, as it certainly doesn't in terms of preference. However if you consider it probably geographically covers 1/5th of the area called Shepherd's Bush and has been responsible for a great deal of change (for the better?) in the last few years it is perhaps deserved that I acknowledge it sooner rather than later.

Just over three years ago when I first told my Mum I was moving to Shepherd's Bush her first comment was about Westfield: "Isn't that where they're building that new shopping centre? Hmmm, the biggest one in the UK won't it be? Funny that." she said accusingly. Yes mother, as if I'm going to choose to double my rent payments, in a new and dubious part of town with a random (yet turned out to be brilliantly so) girl just because of a shopping centre that was then a year away from being built. As if. Though, actually Mum it's the biggest indoor inner city shopping in Europe.

Well, it wasn't the only reason.

So a year and a half on from being opened by oddest of couples Leona Lewis and Boris Johnson (shudder) and I'm not in love with Westfield, I will be honest about that. I will explain this in terms of clothes shopping as that's what I have the most experience of there (though a young man in Jessops was very helpful the other day and indeed the HMV is pretty good). I love high fashion (in my flatmate's Vogue) and I like high street fashion (in my flatmate's wardrobe) and I do really enjoy shopping (not with my flatmate's money) but as I grow older I am disillusioned with the morals, the overpricing and the lack of originality to be found in your average high street shop. As I have previously blogged about I am borderline obsessed with charity shops, am belatedly falling for a select few vintage shops and am bravely if somewhat haphazardly experimenting making my own clothes. All of these approaches to looking half decent excite me far more than shopping in Westfield - and I've tried and tested all many times, believe me (or my credit card statement).

With regard to what Westfield brings to Shepherd's Bush, it's certainly an odd juxtaposition. Quite literally. If you approach the Bush from the wrong (or right?) direction Westfield is all you see of Shepherd's Bush. When you stand outside poor defeated West 12 looking out over the Green it appears not dissimilar to an Indpendence Day-esque Mothership, threatening and overpowering. And yet the development has done wonders for local people (in terms of employment more than new shopping opportunities), local business and local transport. Though it annoys me the tube station STILL hasn't got wheelchair access nobody can deny that the new Underground and Overground stations are aesthetically sexy and an improvement on what was there before.

I also cannot deny that Westfield provides for a pleasant experience. There are funky comfortable-ish chairs dotted around for disheartened boyfriends, there are some of the best shopping mall cafes/restaurants you'll find anywhere (my favourite is Pho) and the toilets are nicer than the ones I have used in a BA First Class lounge. There is also free wi-fi, promotional events most days of the week and it's an excellent place for celeb spotting (Jarvis Cocker the other day - have only just recovered). Oh and you can also stand in queues for hours just to go into below average shops like Ugg or Hollister! Whoop whoop.

If you love shopping, it's impossible to hate Westfield, in fact about as impossible as it is to love it if you don't love shopping. But to go back to the subtext of my Mum's question: Is Westfield one of the main reasons I moved to Shepherd's Bush? And is it a reason why I continue to live here? Hell no. Certainly not. I have easily spent more time (and possibly more money) shopping in Shepherd's Bush charity shops than in Westfield. But that doesn't mean I won't happily nip over there on an evening to get emergency "Boots bits" or to meet my Westfield-virgin mates for a coffee or a cocktail after they've marvelled or moaned at how good/bad it is. Interesting how my "out of town" friends rock up to Westfield within a few months of it opening, yet were previously uninspired to head to W12 to see me. Hmmm. So thank you Westfield for maintaining a few of my friendships!

Simply put, Westfield is what it is and isn't going anywhere fast. I also don't think it really cares as long as people keep coming to spend their money there, which it appears they are doing. Let's also think back to pre-Westfield days: who would have thought ten years ago you could buy (real, not Shepherd's Bush Market knock off) Louis Vuitton or Jimmy Choos in W12? It's also a miracle it even got built as the company Westfield gets its name from is Australian and so it's likely most "planning" was done in the Walkabout on a Sunday night. Westfield is quite an achievement for the Bush! And for this reason, as well as the convenience and the excellent vietnamese noodles it has brought to my life, I have learnt to appreciate it as another wonderfully eccentric and contradiction-heavy part of living in Shepherd's Bush.