Mix n Match party

I really didn't know that Mango was an internet expert, their new site is really cool , the mix'n'match is so exciting to me...wonder why! oh I know, it reminds of the time I was dressing barbie (and also shaving their hair and making them have sex with ken and other barbies...!)

Here are the styles I have came up with...

These first two are leisure day style ..cute hey!

The next is my working girl oufit ... to be completed with some classic pump obviously, not going to work without shoes!

The casual dinner outfit ... do you think I will make the date?

no really i have been on this site for 30 min now trying to match n mix everything, some weird stuff came up as well.

i know cute but although i like nature, the hippie white stuff is not for me but for Heidi

Evening party outfit... find the intruder here (sorry the Heidi dress would not leave the screen)

ok this has been fun guys, but im off to Berlin now... going to put on the party oufit although people dont dress there!

Kiss xx MMP xx

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

The science of love

Although I have come to terms with the fact that I will most probably end up an old spinster with 20 cats (and I don’t even like cats), I’m still a believer in l-u-r-v-e.
So Wednesday night I headed down to the Science Museum, yes museum for their monthly ‘lates’ night. Ok, so some of you may remember my ‘Art’ post and although I am a geek at heart, the same principle applies for science. But, when Rinny informed me that ‘lates’ was a night aimed at singles and had beer, it was a no brainer.

I didn't know what to expect from a night exploring 'the science of attraction and obsession' but never did I expect to find myself surrounded by hotness (and not the IT crowd type).

Like really, no glasses, snorty laughs or buck teeth were present- this was a sanctuary of hot and intelligent stud-muffins… result!

Here are some pics:

(Did you spot the nipples on the real human skin? Sorry I know it’s grim but I can’t get enough of gore!)

The best part of the night… the silent disco:

PP x

(p.s, I do no know what half the stuff in the photos do, so please do not ask me elaborate!)

Marlboro On: 'A Coney? Why darling it's just a fat rabbit.'

Saturday night in summary:

I went out. I got drunk.

I did the walk of shame...

...the shame being there was no random awkward sex that night, just me catching the bus home - yes the bus - at 1pm the next afternoon after falling asleep on a friend of a friend's couch at 5am in the morning...

...While everyone else was still partying around me...

I told everyone today it was my 'party trick' but you know I'm sure it's something to do with turning 25, I fear it could become a problem.

Old age is a bitch.

Blah.

Anyway, everyone parties on a Saturday right? But this time I remembered to take the camera so I thought I'd share.

MM x

FYI- The Venue was 512 Kingsland road, Dalston where:

Disco, well electro with a Disco dress-code, still lives on.

Girls wear pink mongolian fur, y'know because they can (Not me though, I wore AA bodycon and Prada ankle-boots because it made me look skinny-er. Some things are Just more important)...

While boys wear day-glo and their baseball cap backwards -spot the hotty anyone? (To think the last guy I dated was a Project Manager for XX in the Gucci group, and this is what I am attracted too)

... oh, and it's less heroin chic and more heroin addiction.

I'm just saying.