My name is Adulescent and I am a shopaholic

Tonight after work I had the pleasure of being taken to the UK premiere of Confessions of a Shopaholic. Having been bombarded with the adverts for weeks on end, I must admit that I was particularly curious, especially as I loved the Shopaholic books when I read them. I found it interesting how they changed it so heavily as the books are set in London (with the exception of Shopaholic takes Manhatten) and Becky Bloomfield is painted as a pretty ordinary girl with a particularly bad credit card addiction.

I have to say that I enjoyed the film immensely. There were countless moments where I found myself laughing out loud while simultaneously horrified at the similar shopping patterns between the protagonist and myself. Of course, it's silly and girly and men will absolutely hate it but by god, if you're female and have ever even had the smallest rush from parting with your cash in exchange for something pretty, you will love this film. And Hugh Dancy is definitely a nice buffer between gags as the film's resident eye candy.

A lot of people and critics have commented on how very poignant it is that the film has come out when the economy is still in freefall and we are paying for all of the plastic bashing that we previously took for granted but it's the perfect light and frothy film with a deeper meaning about the dangers of debt that will hopefully strike even the tiniest of cords with the audience.

And finally, the fashion. Patricia Field of Sex & The City and Devil Wears Prada fame took the reigns of the costume department for another romp through high fashion via the wardrobe department. While I cannot fault her for her styling, I found that it was a little uninspired in that I could name pretty much 90% of the main characters' SS08 wardrobes. And the bridesmaid's dress just resembled Carrie's famous tutu from the opening credits just a little too much. But I will give her props where props are due, as pretty much all of the actors looked superb.

And now, a few photos from the red pink carpet:


heading in

fans lining the barriers

They even had a mini fashion show outside the cinema, featuring a model wearing a dress made up of shopping bags emblazoned with the film's typeface alongside a selection of beautiful SS09 fashion. LOVED it.

Oh and as a footnote, can I just say that Isla Fisher is absolutely miniscule and gorgeous in the flesh. She must use a step ladder to kiss Sacha Baron Cohen (of which there was sadly no sighting). Other celebs seen were Duncan from Blue, that girl who used to be in As If and Bianca Gascoigne who was mightily overdressed and backcombed to within an inch of her life.

Now, exhausted and happy, I'm going to bed to cuddle my 2.55 and dream of compulsive shopping.

Pinch me

Many months ago, when I was still an intern and starting to get on my mother's nerves with my only-get-paid-minimum-wage freeloading, she offered me the ultimate bribe - that when I got an actual, proper job in fashion she would buy me a Chanel 2.55. I was at that point lusting after it like some love sick puppy, glued constantly to Ebay, trying to find an actual real one for a bargain price (highly unlikely).

The plan backfired somewhat for my dearest mater when only a matter of weeks later, I landed said proper fashion job and I set about gluing myself to Chanel's window displays. Months passed and I began to think that it had been an empty promise, merely an additional motivator to getting an actual job (apart from the raging overdraft, constantly empty wallet and torturously gorgeous items surrounding me in various fashion cupboards across London). My mum disappeared off to Berlin for six months for work and I gave up on the quilted dream

But then, oh then... On Saturday, my mum finally returned home. As we sat on the landing with her showing me lots of beautiful vintage finds from markets, suddenly I found a snowy white carrier bag in my hands, bearing those six amazing letters - C. H. A. N. E. L.

I am not ashamed to admit that for the first time ever, I squealed. Really loudly. And now, I have my baby. Aaah!



No prizes for guessing what I'll be rocking come fashion week on Friday!

My new love

Remember the bag I fell in love with? Well, two weeks ago in my desperate quest for one, I started scheming about how to get my hands on one. First, I called the PR to see if there was any way I could get one. That turned out to be a dead end so I was back to square one and so, I did what any handbag-lust crazed girl does and turned to Ebay.

Someone, somewhere must really like me because lo and behold, within twenty minutes of scouting out the UK and US sites, I found one in California. The opening price was $400 and there was a buy it now of $550. Jumping up and down, I made my boyfriend email the woman right there and then (I love ebay but have no account of my own for precisely the dangerous temptation it would bring). I will spare you the long winded story but needless to say, I won and the bag finally arrived on Thursday, just in time for my trip to Berlin as you can see from the ode to Susie Bubble photo above, taken in my mum's amazing apartment.

Lust Have

I’m in lust. I know I say this at least once a month but this time, it’s serious. So serious that I’m considering parting with a sizable lump of cash in order to make my dream come true. The object that has inspired such irrational feelings? A handbag. Well, it’s always a handbag, isn’t it? But this is a Bodhi handbag. And I want it.



Ever since I saw the snaps of Little J from Gossip Girl carrying it during a funeral scene, I have longed to swing this beautiful clutch by it’s oversized gold safety pin handle as I skip happily down the street. But the question is, can I afford it? At £500, it’s a serious amount to splurge on a bag that I can probably only carry at weekends and evenings. And at this point, my inner bank manager kicks in and starts listing everything that I’ve blown stupid amounts of cash on recently, such as my iPhone (for the record - best. Investment. Ever.) and I start thinking, what can I do to get this and quickly, before it goes out of season?

Never have I been so traumatised by a handbag. Never. And no, I'm not going to tell you where you can get one as I'm being selfish and want to make sure that should I scrape together the cash, I can have one. So ner.