London #take one

MY DAY IN LONDON BABY.

Thursday 6th September '12

So guys, I went to london, and didn't buy a heat magazine… haha

Today was such a bizarre, and last minute decision. I had been linked to enter a competition hosted by GHD and Select Model Management, and therefore was now set to take part in a photoshoot for the brand. To enter you needed to submit a photo showcasing your mop...

"THE PRIZE

Five winners will be given a full backstage hair and beauty transformation by ghd Creative Director and Session Stylist Kenna and our professional hair and make-up team, before starring in a photoshoot at the ghd air™ casting on the 6th September 2012. The five winners will also walk away with our new super-powerful hairdryer ghd air™ and have the opportunity to be seen by the Select Model Management team. The winners will also feature in some brilliant media coverage which could kick start a career in modelling."

Now if this wasn't an excuse to get to london I don't know what else would be. Train tickets booked, and off I went seeking stars and fame, JOKES, more like a sneaky a makeover and a cheeky bit of shopping before I go back to uni. 

If you haven't guessed I absolutely loved my (long) day, and was pleasantly surprised that I didn't get lost, considering my sense of direction this was shocking!

The words to the instrammies:

• amazing topshop and louise gray collaboration *HEART
• the mug shot of me still smiling at 4 am in the morning (I didn't get home until 7 in the morning)
• the cutest train station ever -hogwarts ain't got anything on this
• the amazing Yayoki Sumama and Louis Vuitton collab at Selfridges
• SPIDERMANNNNNN -well why not?
• the man who snores on a train station bench
• my future husband -i want this on my bedroom wall
• meet my new friend moo-cy
• the Queen's jewels
• the cutest socks of the day
• GHD products glore
• sneaky sneaky building of LONDON FASHION WEEK catwalk
• the creative director of GHD Mr Kenna -i want his hat.

YAYOKI SAMUMA CUTEST SAYING

THE PHOTO FROM GHD SHOOT

APPARENTLY I HAVE ATTITUDE.

More details of the competition, see the other winners (there were five of us)

and perhaps give my look a cheeky vote

visit http://bit.ly/PXotPF

  END OF THE DAY CONCLUSION:

  I WANT TO LIVE IN LONDON       

Muchos Smiles, 

bb, xoxo

FINALLY THE FESTIVAL HAS ARRIVED

CHECK OUT MY LOG OF MY FABULOUS

TIME SPENT AT CREAMFIELDS 2012

          ^ SH*T

FestivalFit? by beccy789 featuring circle sunglasses

Motel halter neck top
motelrocks.com

Motel summer top
motelrocks.com

Motel boyfriend shirt
motelrocks.com

Motel
motelrocks.com

Motel pink shorts
motelrocks.com

Hunter cable knit socks
£25 - net-a-porter.com

Hunter wellies boots
allsole.com

Peace sign jewelry
motelrocks.com

Silver jewelry
motelrocks.com

Peace sign ring
motelrocks.com

Vintage style ring
motelrocks.com

Necklace
£8.85 - topshop.com

Silver ring
motelrocks.com

Aubin Wills triangle necklace
aubinandwills.com

Dorothy Perkins yellow gold jewelry
£11 - dorothyperkins.com

Vintage hair accessory
motelrocks.com

DANNIJO tech accessory
£62 - dannijo.com

Circle sunglasses
£25 - nastygal.com

Luana vintage hair accessory
motelrocks.com

Motel aqua nail polish
motelrocks.com

NIKON CoolPix L26 Compact Digital Camera Red
currys.co.uk

What do you think munchkins?
-I know I've lit been festival overloading however, it is the season to grab them garlands and wellies and hit the "green green grass" HA

MY DAYS SPENT IN THE MUCKHEAP @CREAMFIELDS.

DAY ONE:
THURSDAY

Today was the day, creamfields here I came! I was oh so excited, lit could not wait to not only drop some shapes with the likes of example and calvin harris, but also to be REUNITED with my beautiful Miss Haslam! <3 After around a two hour trip to get to location, we were finally here queuing (although not for long as for some reason they jumped us right to the front), and anticipating for the weekend's events ahead. 

The tent was erect (no laughter please ha), mingling underway and now was time to meet our supervisor. Solomon was the name, big ass scary man was his game. Okay, maybe a little less scary; he was like the big friendly giant! Full of banter, full of jokes! -my kind of guy (for the record). 
Group briefing over, we were now left to our own devices until 8am.  Like little lambs Stef and I began following the crowd back to the site, passing spanking clean loos we decided to take full advantage whilst we could; festival toilets are lit a avoid-as-much-as-possible, need I say more? Stepping out of the port-a-loos we looked around to see we had been left in a field, sh***oot! I may have neglected to mention that although we were supposed 'information point stewards' our geography and sense of direction was certainly lacking. We decided to find our own way back to the tents, bad move. Two hours later and we finally called a truce, dialling the number for our supervisor to come research us. Our information steward skills were highly questionable, and we were definitely lost. Pitch black we were navigated back to the campsite. Perhaps not the best start to our human-sat-nav roles ahead, however it did kind of set the tone for the rest of the weekend, we were useless! I think all in all we got our selves lost on average EVERY outing from the campsite, some information stewards we were! 

After our three hour ordeal of getting lost (finally got back to camp), the worst was still to come… Snuggled up in our tent suddenly, we both jumped up starring at one another.. THERE WAS A LEAK! Yet this was not any old leak, this was a mother-fudging huge leak! Result? we were now practically surrounded by a river, fab. At 4am in the morning I had a stroke of genius, plastic bags. Grabbing any and every bag possible we bag duct taping this make-shift waterproof shield to our home. This definitely was not the funniest of jobs at this time of morning, although thankfully it worked a treat! We had about another two hours of zzzz before we had to get up and get ready for our day ahead, grrrrrrrrr-eat! Now the laughing stock of our campsite, fellow campers were fascinated and eager to capture our sheer stupidness of using a un-waterproof tent. FAB. 

DAY TWO:
FRIDAY

Up and ready we began the mish back to base, where we would finally be given our tour of the fields (note they were still fields at this point, with grass and everything) in hope that by some sheer miracle we will be able to direct creamfielders'.  Tour over, shifts allocated we were now free as birds to do what we liked, my idea was to stay out of sight as not to send campers in the complete wrong direction.  Couple of hours pasted and it was time for the warm up to begin, but first things first. You never pass on a gain of cheeky Twister to set the tone! This was not any old twister, it was Twisted-Twister. It was every tent against its self, the spinner replaced with a team mate who then shouted out the colour and body party in which you had to perform. I highly doubt any more details need to be included, a bunch of rowdy teenaged guys, girls and alcohol of course the positions/shapes made were questionable. Twister over, hello silent cheeky disco diva time; buzzin'! After a good few hours with our headphones on, dropping shapes, and striking those elbows out it was time to hit the sack. Excitement was well under way and the weekend was definitely set to be A-MAZ-INGGGGGGGGGG baby. 


DAY THREE:
SATURDAY

Walking through behind the scenes definitely had its benefits! As we made our way behind the North Stage there before my eyes was the very lovely Example, topless with his classic deep shades. Stood there starring, like a class A idiot, the most cringest words left my lips; "can I have a photo?" As if a half asleep example would like a photo at this time, whoops? 
Today was our first shift, boo, however we still had a decent 2 hours of raving-daving to squeeze in before we would be locked in our little 'hub' located on red campsite. Absolutely loved it! Totes set the tone and was utterly gutted to have to go and clock on for our 8 hour shift. Yes, that's right 4pm-12am was so pants we would be missing some of the main stage, kick assnesss. This soon took a surprise turn, I actually loved working in my little hub. It was lit the perfect place for a cheeky social, gossip and people watching point -one of my fav past times of all times! Trust me, people do not get more funny whilst drunk and tackling mud, some sights we saw were utterly priceless! Shift finally finished it was time to hit the raves once again, after all we had until 4am. After hours of "getting our freak on" the music had finished and it was time to, attempt, to make our way back to the campsite. As we were just about to step outside the arena tent, we suddenly realised the heavens had not only opened but seemed to be literally collapsing from the sky. The rain was pouring down ridiculously heavy, like bullets! Creamfields was an official wash out, the only way to travel was to literally swim.

DAY FOUR:
SUNDAY

Starting from the very early hours of the morning, around 5am we reached the campsite, hurrah! I looked over my shoulder to realised we had picked up a tag-a-long. My darling friend had decided to direct a drunken-skunk back to our campsite, whom claimed he 'didn't know' where his campsite was, but of course that was utter bull. Sadly, my attempt to put a stern foot down and refuse entry into our tent did not work, and to my delight (sense the sarcasm) we now how some hill-billy sharing the tent. Waking up we no quilt, the smell of a cow pat (due to this hill billy) the day did not start off very desirably (later to only get worse). Stef was conned into walking the cow-pat smelling guy back to his site, meanwhile I made a sharp exit into someone else's tent in order to escape the stench. The sun finally had returned, but sadly this was a bit late as the field was officially a muddy bog, no green green grass was left and instead it had been replaced with clay-type mud. Nightmare.
This is where my creamfields trip tragically came to an end, the festival had to be cancelled due to the no-longer fields now being only fit for fish. We were told to pack up our stuff (and troubles) into our old kit bag and get the fudge out of here. 

Verdict = Shamebels.
However, overall conclusion?

AWESOME. Absolutely loved past few days spent with some lovely people, encountering some never-again experiences, and full of laughs! 

Photo Diary.

THE NIGHT BEFORE THE HAPPY CAMPERS 

CAME TO JOIN US AT CREAMFIELDS

I LOVE THE PRETTY LIGHTS

THE MUG SHOT OF ME MUNCHING MY BREAKFAST

HOME SWEET HOME

HOLD YOUR LAUGHTER PLEASE

RAVING IT UP AT THE SILENT DISCO

GETTING OUR ELBOWS READY

TO DROP SOME FUNKY SHAPES

GROUP CUDDLES

THE TWISTED TWISTER 

KEY SHOT

-CROUCH REST

UNLEASH YOUR INNER KID

MYSELF AND THE BEAUTIFUL MISS STEF

HAPPY CAMPERS

I LOVE FANCY DRESS

COULD NOT RESIST

SHOWING OUR PULLING FACES

MRS MUSCLES TAKES OUT

A TRAKTOR

JUST HAD TO INCLUDE THIS SHOT

THE CONVO

"ARE YOU FEET SORE?"

"NO I JUST COULDN'T GET MY WELLIES

OFF LAST NIGHT SO I JUST COULDN'T

BE BOTHERED TO PUT THEM ON.."

-WE WERE IN STITCHES!

THE FLOP

SUMS UP THE WEATHER

CLOSING SHOT. 

THE AFTER MATH OF FOUR

DAYS OF MUD AND SWIMMING

YET TO GO ON MY TWO HOURS TRAIN

JOURNEY BACK HOME. NICEEE.

 Muchos Smiles,
bb, xoxo


 LESSON LEARNT: BUY MY OWN TENT.

Shirt Style Up

Classic Fred Perry Shirts

Right guys, find the insiders to help you, or your lovely male friends, look fresh this season. Here are the style updates on how to work that classic shirt. 

Tips on Buying an Office Shirt

If you want to maintain a professional image at work, there’s nothing quite as effective as wearing a quality shirt. Whilst some men seem to naturally and instinctively know what looks good and how to wear a shirt to radiate professionalism and respect, other men can be deemed clueless when it comes to buying and wearing a shirt for the office.

If you or you man is of the latter inclination, then a few easy to follow rules will help you to find the perfect shirt for any formal occasion.

Long or Short Sleeves

Unless the weather is extremely hot, it’s best to wear a long sleeved shirt to the office. Long sleeved shirts generally look smarter and more professional than short sleeves and there is usually a lot more choice with long sleeves too.

For example, although classic Fred Perry shirts come in both long sleeves and short sleeves, there is a wider selection of long sleeve shirts, particularly in the forthcoming autumn/winter collection.

Opt for Spread Collars

Whilst many men can tend to overlook the collar, it is a significant feature of a shirt and one that can help you to gain or lose respect.  

Spread collars are typically more contemporary and fashionable. They are great for accentuating a tie too – a must if you are hoping to strike a truly professional look.  

Select an Appropriate Fit

You may be wearing an ultra-stylish, quality shirt, but no matter how trendy it is, if it doesn’t fit you well it will not exude professionalism.

It is important that you consider the neck size of your shirt as this will affect the overall impact of the shirt’s size. A larger neck will be wider in the body and around the back.

There is nothing quite as unstylish at work as a shirt that is too big. For men with a slighter frame and trimmer physique opting for a more fitted shirt can help to draw attention away from your slim build. Men with larger physiques can also opt for a fitted shirt just so long as it is not too closely fitted over any less desirable or ‘problem’ areas.