Peplum Pet Plum

Peplum. What is it? Can you have just a peplum or is it possible to have plural peplums? What does it do? Has anyone else noticed that if you say "peplum" really quickly three times, you could be mistaken for saying "pet plum"? I'm not sure if either has a purpose. I decided to test this out.
I fashioned my peplum from a floral skirt that was an indecent length worn over another skirt.  It doesn't really show in the pictures how short the floral skirt is and that I am wearing a skirt underneath.  This is mostly due to my impatience and bad lighting in a corridor by a toilet.  However, the peplum idea is somewhere in there.  Fashion is all about interpretation, ja!

Pet plum. (Image from here).  Nice colour.  Might taste nice, but you can't eat your pets.

It was nice having another layer what with the cold weather we have been having. I think it would have worked better with a longer brighter pencil skirt as opposed to with all black.

Faux peplum via my housemate's wardrobe, as worn with a The Megaphonic Thrift tshirt, skirt from HM, shoe pendant from a wonderful friend and Peculiar vintage horse pendant
A pet plum doesn't react to much.  In fact, having a piece of fruit as a pet is going to drive you bananas. 

It seems like peplums are the kind of thing that, unless you look like this babe, you may end up looking like a seventeen year old emo. It made me feel bigger at the hips. It didn't work on me. I may retire my peplum. In regards to pet plums; they are useless. 
The "pet plum" is consistently at risk of being squashed and leaving sticky stains. 


Verdict- Not good. I will leave peplums to experts and pet plums to crazies.

Art is funny

I have been looking forward to the David Shrigley "Brain Activity" exhibition in the Southbank for ages.  My brother and I always end up getting each other his cards; we both appreciate the sinister/slightly awkward humour he creates.  I read some comments online how his work isn't "art" and it isn't necessarily worthy of a show. Whatever.  He makes witty comments on life by drawing relatively simple pictures/sticking a barbie in a pumpkin, a talent not many people can say they have.  

Pumpkin (1998)

Untitled (2011)

We're bananas 

 All images and media taken from the Southbank website, in particular here.
The exhibition opens tomorrow (01/02/2012) in the Hayward Gallery.  I am stoked. 

First

Watch out for the cut out floral print ones. Swoon.

I have a habit of following in love with old couples, the ones that are still madly in love, walking around hand in hand.  I spotted a couple, that wouldn't look out of place on Advanced Style, around Old Street the other day.  The woman had a died red pixie crop and her grey-haired partner had his septum pierced.  She was wearing those patent Doc Martens with a heel.  I like to think that they were each other's first and forever. (Wishful thinking eh? WHY HEIDI AND SEAL WHY!)
Dr Martens new Spring Summer campaign is all about your first love.  Tweet them (@DrMartens) using #firstandforever telling them all about it.  It takes a hopeless romantic like  yours truly to think your first love should have the longevity of a pair of Dr Martens.  

Camp

I have been to camp.  It did not look like a Wes Anderson sepia-hued scene.  It was more like awkward Irish prepubescents keeping "sketch" while couples fumbled around "looking for their tennis ball". This is no lie.

The trailer for Wes Anderson's new film "Moonrise Kingdom" confirms my love of peter pan collars, sheer sleeves, and Bill Murray.   If he could direct my life, that would be wonderful.

2 for 1

The best thing about the cold weather is wearing layers.  I kept a pair of hotpants on underneath my skirt over the weekend.  I could take off my skirt and have a whole new look/my derrière had an extra layer.   It makes all night parties better as at least you aren't going home in the same clothes as the night before. 

Skirt borrowed from housemate, shirt vintage, jumper c/o housemate, hotpants made from dream jeans from UO NYC 

Raarr

22 artists and some kids drew some special animals for an exhibition curated by our talented mate Jason Kerley called Raarr.  It starts this Thursday in The Book Club, a favourite venue of ours.  They have art, music and booze, not much else needed on a cold January evening.

All profits go to the NSPCC.  Isn't it all very nice.