Sorry...

I've been such a crappy blogger lately. My reason:





My gorgeous nephew was born last night.

There are no words, but now I freakin want one!

Me to nurse: Can I steal him, I mean it cuts out the work, right?

- I'll be back to my badness next week lovelies.

PP x

Marlboro On: Follow the RED fishies darling

In order not to fall into the 'I did this' and 'I did that' trap of blogging, here's my week in pictures (partly because it's slightly more interesting and a because I'm so knackers words fail me) with the occasional narrative to fill in the gaps.

1. My first photoshoot...

Vogue Nippon???

Nope... and to be clear I wasn't actually in the shoot either - between you and I, I refused... No I'm not joking *cue awkward silence* ... moving on.

The photoshoot was for a friend's new boxer range. It's his first company so instead of going to the likes of SELECT, STORM, MODELS1 or MYSELF and shelling out thousands for some top models he decided to accost attractive people on the street, well that was the idea anyway... (much harder to find than you would think, not so many buff bodied campaign ready men in London town - If it were that easy I would be having far more sex that I currently am... )

I digress.

In his desperation, he asked me if I would like to help him scout some hotness in the Abercromie and Fitch in Burlington avenue.

Abercromie is officially THE WORLDS MOST RIDICULOUS STORE ever -90s Euro trash club anthems blaring, eau de abercromie nasty pumped into the air conditioning to confuse masses ... how else would one explain the fact that people actually buying any of crap they sell, like really really?

Between amusing ourselves by asking the go-go dancers (yes hey have go-go dancers in there???) if they were given 'amphetamines to rub on their gums' to keep them dancing for 8 hours and whether we could see the 'one-armed woman'we gave up on the Abercrombie 'hotness' because frankly being in the store was far to stressful.

In the end my friend went with 'real models' who needed to fill their books - I popped down for support and also to lend some slutty dresses for the cause...

A room full of models and I fancied the photographer with the porno moustache.

Go figure.

2. The boat party

I got an invite from a very good graphic designer friend asking me to attend the launch of her new studio which happens to be on a boat. the address read:

XXX tube station and then follow the red fishies!!!

The red fishes, happened to be spray painted on the street - following them was far more fun that it should have been for anyone over the age of five... Yes, I was skipping, giggling, pointing, and squealing with delight everytime I spotted one...

3. Marry me Jude...

I went to see the understudy run of Hamlet as a very good friend is playing the 'other' [understudy to the actual] Ophelia in the play... Shakespeare - not actually my thing, but after about 10 mins, you begin to forget the 'thou arts' and all of the rest of the old English crazy talk to understand what was going on, and it was actually quite incredible (my opinion not at all swayed by the sexualness of the [other] leading man).

After the show there was an hour of chatting and drinks before my friend had to go back on stage alongside Jude Law in the actual show - (in a different role)... so the rest of the posse and I decided to busy ourselves before picking her up at 11.15pm at the stage doors

We went for some mussels at Belgo...

then some drinks,

then some more drinks and where quite plastered wehn we rocked up to the stage doors at about 11.20pm to screams of

'Marry me'

...being so drunk for a second I thought they were talking to me.

They weren't.

they were talking to him.

I didn't realised that I was a fan... in fact I'm not.

However whenever I come within a 5 mile radius of A-list celeb male all I become THE screaming teenage fan-groupie-hysterically-uncool FAN much to the dismay of my friend who sees him EVERYSINGLEDAY (arrghh).

My friends had to tempt me away with offers of champagne...

I got drunk as I didn't get Jude.

Blah

MM x x x x

Marlboro On: Conversation Du Jour

Princess to Marlboro

I've decided I want to marry a male model... they are hot and they have skateboards.

That is all.





Marlboro to Princess

hahahahaha!!

Guy in 3rd picture down we see all the time, remember - he is the guy you were eyeballing at WORK-IT.

So guy in 4th pic down wearing backpack, hottie?

Princess to Marlboro

Mother of God, that can't be him, can it...? Defo looks like him...Lordy and shine.

AND - OMG skateboard guy is the WORK-IT guy...

I hate that I have the goods, yet I don't have a model boyfriend. This was supposed to be my skinny week, yet I have already eaten two cakes today.

Ok off to have a ciggie-hollyoaks-eastenders-blog-post-ciggy-BB.

You get the point right?

Mwah.

Since we were on Milan mens fashion week & the male model theme, I thought I'd share this convo me and Princess had a week back.

Not one of our most ENTERTAINING I admit, but certainly an excuse to perv over some more hotness,

Because inside all of us, a pervert lives ...

MM x


Pics: Jak&Jil blog

Miu Miu Pute Retox : MILAN Fashion Week MEN SS10

... AND FASHION WEEK Men S/S 10 was supposed to be empty and boring ???

You know I was down...very DOWN, DOWN, DOWN coz the crisis got me and without a job Miu Miu Pute is stressed, you know ...

Waking up thinking what clothes to wear to go the gym then, who to have lunch with, what event should I organise tonight to entertain my friends and again what should I wear tonight... Awful!

...Then where to go in weekend away, what Lady Gaga song I should I listen in the car, what cocktail will suit my outfit, what fashion house should I choose to send my beautiful CV... again.

Unbearable!

Do you understand now the stress I have been under???

When you are facing many options like that, you get very easily confused so thank god for Men's Fashion week I have been able to RE-FOCUS again!

1. Run to Fashion Shows

Frankie Morello ..recreated this time the atmosphere of a chic men's club... so chic that an amazing platinium blond & rocky woman dressed in Frankie Morello Woman interrupt the show ... irony, great scenography and elegant sporty styling make me love this brand.

Vivienne Westwood show was the usual injection of crazyness you would expect... mix of very different models smiling with their joker face.. incredible mood ... Vivienne came out at the end dancing, clapping in a red dress between happy models. Bravo !

Fujiwara and the dead people... my only memory is a very hot theater where models are yawning .. too hot and too boring to be there apparently!

"Summer Camp la la la" for Dsquared with very happy collection and my favorite piece : Le K Way ! Amazing summer songs like Alanis Morisett commented by the Twins' crazy voices ahahah! Loved it!

2. My private casting

Coup de Coeur of the season:

Tobias Sorensen ... loves himself a bit too much but we can understand why....

hey present for you here

Johan Johanson ..or my Giorgio Armani model (my fav ;) below, and me with Johan on the right... Hot.

Nick Rae ..or my Gucci model or the new Orange mecanic face

Marlon Texeira (the one on the right, face of Dior Homme at the moment) ... or the 17 y old brasilian, drinking champagne at 10 after Dsquared ..love it !

3. Parties trip

Thursday aperitivo ...Miu Miu Pute surrounded by 2 models and one DJ went home early ...one of then did not have a place to sleep..you understand!

Pink is Punk Friday ...with Jerry Bouthier on the decks ... Tobi dancing on the podium and brasilian models toplesss... Pink is Paradise that night!

Sunday Frankie Morello party lets see pictures I can not explain the mess

Monday ..Romeo Gigli presentation at Skitsch on to Bulgari Hotel where was L'Officiel party, oh there I met Super Top - Dolce& Gabbana / Versace models ... on to Tom Rebel catwalk in the street very New York style... then on to an Elite model party!

(both in Versace so chic)

"Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away" don't know why I am listening to that Beattles song now... maybe it is because I am going to Paris tomorrow to meet Marcellous L. Jones working for Fashion Insider... job job job !

Fashion Week in Paris à suivre ....

Love XX MIU MIU PUTE XX

Marlboro On: 'My housemate has an eating disorder... I'm just not sure what it is'

This is what my housemate announced to her boyfriend when they came home to me chomping my way through my very own 'candy-mountain'.

Yes the fat spinster party indulgence has been going on for the past few weeks... To be fair I have the eating habits of a 6 year at the best of times, so its not a case of over eating as much as it is a case of eating only what I like...

In response to a comment made on Princesse's post below with regards to 'not updating enough' I've decided to title this next section:

A Marlboro Update: The ramblings of a sugar- crazed 25 yr old.

here's what's going on in my world...

1. MUSIC MAN...

well it turns out he is not starting his stint full time in the office until the end of June so I guess you and I both will have to wait and see what happens.

He is still officially hot and I'm officially smitten so be ready for the forth coming posts titled 'why doesn't he love me?' filled with tales of stakerish adoration and intense self-loathing... sprinkled with the invariable inaction on my part.

2. LIKE ALL GREAT NOVELS...

...and the occasional bad one; just when you think the story can not be dragged out any further, the author surprises you by stretching out the already exhausted plot with a 2nd part.

It turns out the tale of the Hottie and the Chain-Smoking Vixen has a sequel, though the name of the novel is still being decided on.

I was thinking perhaps: Are we doing this again? Really really? or Vixens should know better but when it's this hot why stop? It'll probably end up being, I'm done with men and going gay, yes really really. Yes I know I always say this but, I'm serious this time. I'm just waiting for the rest of this installment to play out before I make my final decision.

Really though, I see him in the pub (in fact I see him everywhere, living is such close proximity, it cannot really be avoided) and he looks all cute in his beenie hat... then, we make small talk and in conversation he tells me how he and his brother spent the weekend with their grandparents and loved it...

Then I see him again outside my home going crazy-gaga over local's Labrador puppy....

Then he texts me the next day to say he doesn't mean to bother me, but can't stop thinking about me...

... and that's when my boobs (and other parts of my anatomy) go all sparkly, I lose my resolve and allow him back into my phonebook, back into my life and inevitably back into my bed.

What can I say? I'm just a sucker, but at least I have got him to pull BOOTY-TIME up to 11.30pm, so at least I won't be completely shattered for my 9am meetings...

Blah.

Moving on again...

3. IT SEEMS...

I have another shiny event to attend imminently - and about time too, because it's been a while - the account executive on my team has invited me to her wedding.

Yes I am her 'boss'...

...and yes she is THE SAME AGE AS ME (queue, biological clock alarm bells)

...and yes I should despise her, but she is adorable so I will suck it up and go.

The wedding is in a beautiful castle in the South of France and is being part funded and attended by her father the fashion designer (it is enough to make you sick right) Yves Castaldi, who has invited Gilles Marini...

yes the hot naked guy from sex and the city.

Yes he is also married.

Excuse me while I go kill myself.

At least I'll have an excuse for the lateness of my next post right?

humpft.

MM x

*Almost forgot to mention, Hottie's 'supermodel' brother has been all over the papers recently, because has starting shagging well known English celeb. Princess is particularly traumatised by this information. She was hoping to snag him so that we could become 'real life sisters'.

** Anon 15:00, I am not a machine, and LSL is alive and well, probably sunning herself in Monaco for all I actually know. Don't fret, you will always have me though, I'll let her kow you asked about her

*No that's not me in the header, in fact it's not any of us... but it tickles us that you still are guessing;-)

I'm back!!

And I missed you...

Just a quick post to let you know that I am selling my Christian Louboutin Ariella studded ankle boots on ebay. It kills me to part with them, but I've managed to track down a pair of studded Chloe boots a la Miss Wasson, and with an eye watering price tag, I had to get rid of something!

If anyone is interested you can find them here. They are a size 39 and are in perfect condition

* edit Boots have been sold!

As I returned from Tunisia earlier today and now feel like death, I'll have to give you all the goss and pictures later in the week lovers.





PP x

Marlboro On: Being in Love

I've decided I am.

So yes, I do fall in love about 6 times a week - depending on how many times Colin Farrell and Justin Bobby are featured in my weekly glossies -this is besides the point.

This time it's real.

I'm in love with the 'Music Man*' who has just started working in my office.

I think he is gorgeous and funny and nice and gorgeous... wait, I've said that already.

Anyway I am too scared to say anything to him the thought of actually asking him out for a drink myself makes me break out in a cold-giggly-sweat, which is why I'm destined to spend the rest of my life with my hands down my knickers...

Anyway, focusing on 'love' of the attainable kind - I do quite like this new lace range by Ann-Sofie Black at Topshop, wearing lace means I can be extra shiny, you know because it's see-through - oh yeah.

I am waiting for a highstreet shop to start selling a beige version of the black longsleeve body (which I already have) so I can look as hot as Tallulah Morton in this outfit. Anyway check out the range's price list here...

...I'm off to watch the season finale of Smallville (YES SMALLVILLE) and perhaps eat my 7th chocolate mini-roll - and the fat spinster party continues...blah to the world!

MM x


*Called Music Man because he handles very BIG music client at work, not because he is in a band - am soooo not a groupie.