Let's get festive

Sunday, Monday and La Wintour

Whoops, I forgot to post my link yesterday, sorry. To make up for it, here is a photo of Anna Wintour that I took at today's Jaeger London show as I sat across the shag pile carpet runway from her:



Until I have time to write up my full round up of the week, head over to the Daily Express website for my daily photo blog of LFW:

For Sunday's post, click here

For today's post, click here

LFW SS10: Where the hell am I?

You may be puzzled by my disappearance during London Fashion Week. As hardened readers will know, twice a year I relinquish my lacklustre blogging and go hardcore during LFW. However, this year I'm blogging for my work place and unfortunately, I cannot face doing two separate lots of photo editing each night, nor can I write coherently for four hours straight. So I'll make you guys a deal. I'll post links to my official efforts each night and then I'll do a round up of everything next week, when it's all over.

Sound good? Yeah? Great. Now, go read here:

LFW Friday - click here

LFW Saturday - click here

If Vogue is the Fashion Bible, is Anna Wintour Jesus?

Much has been made of The September Issue, a documentary that follows Anna Wintour and the team at US Vogue, as they put together the most important issue of their publication and by far the biggest issue ever of the fashion magazine. For the last six months, as were gradually drip fed clips and information, my desire to see a film has reached new heights. I had to see it. Many stories abounded of bootleg copies floating around New York and the desparation of fashion editors worldwide to see it.

Having missed every press screening, I was determined to watch it on the opening night and I succeeded, being the first to dash into the Curzon Mayfair’s 8:50pm screening with a friend. For the first time in years, I walked out of a cinema completely inspired. Not since seeing Baz Luhrmann’s take on Romeo and Juliet, have I felt this way and for the record, I believe that the R&J flick feelings had a lot to do with Leonardo DiCaprio and my raging teenage hormones.

The film is has very limited screenings but you can see the London listings here. Sorry, rest of UK, I’m sure your google skills will net you the information you need. If for some reason, you have been living in a dark cave of a mountain in Outer Mongolia for the last six months and have no idea what the hell I’m talking about, watch the trailer here.

I am officially in love with Grace Coddington.

Bunny Brown 1994 - 2009

On Saturday evening, we said goodbye to our dear elder daschund, Bunny. On Wednesday, he’d stopped eating and we’d presumed that it would be a 24 hour thing, as it often was with him these last six months, as age had begun to take it’s toll and his digestive system wasn’t what it was – he could clear a room with one of his farts (and look very pleased about it too).

By Thursday, he took a turn for the worse and my mother called me at work - I raced home, as did my boyfriend. Late in the evening, fearing the worst, we rushed him to Medivet, a wonderful 24 hour veterinary service in Richmond. It turns out that we were just in time – his temperature was very low and he was about to go into shock. He was placed on a drip to rehydrate him and given hefty doses of antibiotics to combat what was presumed to be a bad gastric infection.

And we waited.

On Friday evening, we went to visit and he looked slightly happier but he still wasn’t all too well but we had a glimmer of hope and we clung to it. Unfortunately, that changed the following morning – he wasn’t getting any better and four days without food was clearly weakening his condition. It was awful to see him in that state and as much as we may have selfishly wanted to keep him alive in some hope that he might get better, we knew it was best to let him go. The same evening, we drove back to the vet’s, who said that it was unlikely he would recover which helped to reassure us that what we were about to do was the best decision. We spent time with him, stroking, hugging and telling him just how much he meant to all of us and then we stayed with him as the vet administered the injection.

Since his passing, the last 48 hours have been awful. The house is incredibly quiet without his incessant barks and our other daschund Holly is miserable, snuffling around and trying to find her constant companion.

It's the small things that break our hearts - coming home and not hearing his distinctive patter of feet, the empty bed, even his collar that he hasn't worn for months that hangs on our coat stand. But as we keep telling ourselves, we must remember the good times and over almost 16 years, there were plenty.

Rest in peace, my beautiful boy.

I do bands too.

So, remember a while ago, I mentioned that I was doing a test with a band? Well, I realised that I never posted the results and as I'm embarking on another test shoot this weekend, I thought it was about time to share the results of my previous efforts. Working with bands is a pretty different but equally fun ball game, as is men's fashion, something that I am still only an amateur explorer of. So, without further ado, I present to you Rochelle: The Test.









Photographer: Caroline Leeming
Makeup: Ruth Brophy
Hair: Lynda Darragh

This is just a small selection of the shots from the day, if for any reason you'd like to see some more or throw me some work, drop me a line. In the meantime, check out the people you've been ogling: Rochelle.

A tale of two legs - week one results

I apologise that I haven't blogged since my introductory post for this latest series in my quest for ever elusive skinniness - first, I had a bout of food poisoning and then I caught a throat virus, which I'm still battling. Unfortunately, neither of these illnesses have much affected my appetite, so I haven't lost the requisite poundage that often comes with being ill that I'd hoped for.

Anyway, enough of my recent medical history, let's get on with the experiment's results thus far, yes? After all, that's probably why you're here. And as I've mentioned in my previous post, if you think you're getting photos of me in my pants, move along now. I'd also like to point out that owing to the medical reasons mentioned above, I only made it to the gym twice last week, which may've adversely affected results. All changes from last week's measurements are listed in brackets.

LEFT LEG
Top of thigh - 21" (-1")
Mid thigh - 19 1/4" (-.25")
Above knee - 14.5" (-.5")

RIGHT LEG
Top of thigh - 22" (no change)
Mid thigh - 20.5" (no change)
Above knee - 15" (-.25")

As you can see from the above results, my left leg is showing more signs of improvement, although I'm guessing that this is largely to do with the fact that it had a lesser fat percentage before.

I'll be back on my thrice weekly gym routine again from tomorrow, now that my throat virus has been downgraded to a nasty cough so hopefully there'll be more of a difference next week.

Tune in next Monday for the next riveting chapter of a tale of two legs.