Always

Tom Ford's new lipstick. Who else? The brand exudes sex appeal from every orifice.

Major nomage.

Sorry for the lack of updates, college studying and work has consumed my entire little life.

Finished on the 13th though, then 4 months of freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!

Living In Wonderland xo

SANO IS HOME

Christmas '09, before I chopped my hair off (the state of the ends of my hair ihhhhh).

I am so happy I could cry. She's jet-lagged to fuck so I'm waiting until tomorrow to see her with my brothers and Chris. Then it's dinner and alcohol time. I actually am welling up here whoooooooooooo!

I love my Sano.

ABSOLUTE NOM

I don't think I have ever had such a girl crush before in my life. Like holllllllllly. Why can't they make women like her anymore? I would swiftly turn gay for a girl who looks like this.

Style icon at its finest.

Bridget Bardot you fox.

Living in Wonderland xo

Be Safe.

Sano is coming home on the 24th, I'm literally shaking with excitement. New York is too far away. Paul Jonathan Christine Sano and myself are all going to be going out for a loverly meal then hitting town. A family affair. It's going to be a messy one. And I'll have finished lectures for the summer the day before so I'll be twice as destroyed as per usual. This has been a disgusting year and I cannot wait to give it the 2 fingers when it's done and dusted. Until then, I'm off the booze (a LOT harder than you would think), I'm not going out to town or anything, gotta finish essays, assignments, study, play a bit of poker (I have to have fun SOMEHOW), basically I'm not really going to have a life for the next two weeks, until the 24th, then back to study. Which is as fun as ramming your head into a brick wall repeatedly while letting someone whip you in the back of the legs. Dramatic I know but study is not my forté. Talking, shopping, drinking copious amounts of vodka, and sleeping are mine. I even look a wreck. I actually have a spot in the library in UCD. A SPOT. Alice Collins hasn't got a spot in a library. This is fucking ridiculous. I'm turning into one of them.

I'm done ranting. Now onto the good stuff.

Fashion.

A couple of months back I was reading Glamour or Grazia in work in my last job, and I was admiring this really sweet grey tie-dye t-shirt. It was long enough that it went slightly over your bootay, yet short enough that it would totally look amazing with a pair of denim short or whatever. Anyways I was slightly drooling over it, then I glanced at the price tag. £285. £285. £285... DOES NO ONE SEE ANYTHING WRONG WITH THIS??? I nearly fell off my chair I was so disgusted. So in my little rebellious fit I went out and bought dye, and found an old white t-shirt. Bish bash bosh, got the same look for about €7 in total. A bit cheaper than the other top, don't you think? I've gotten compliments on my t-shirt because I've sliced and diced it to the way I want it, with holes and and necklines ripped, sliced  and sewn. It's so much more rewarding and fun knowing you've created your own little piece of fashion without spending the bucks. Give it a go, you could be surprised at what you might end up creating.

Living In Wonderland xo

Is There A Ghost

I absolutely love this photograph. I'm not sure where I found it or who even took it, but it is utterly amazing. I just stare at it all the time. Like the sheer thought and energy for the designing of this concept and the effort that went into it all is facinating. I wish I could be more creative and think of awesome things like this, but the most creative things I can think of generally consist of different ways to make food as tastey as possible. Although I have a big cardigan that I got from Dunnes a little while back that I don't really wear because it's kind of boring, so I've decided to sew millions of different buttons all over it. That should make it a bit more fun and exciting. And it'll give me that sense of creation that I've been lacking so much lately.


I forgot to mention that I got a job in Specsavers in Dundrum shopping centre. Come say hello as I try to look like I know what I'm doing.


I don't like hangovers...


Happy easter Monday everyone. Hope your days were filled with chocolate and alcohol!


Living In Wonderland xo


Ps: If anyone can enlighten me as to who took this photograph please tell me, I'm dying to find out!

Let Me See You Stripped Down To The Bone

Have you ever been so uninspired by things in life that you just float? I have really really been feeling that recently. Kind of like how fashion is at the moment. There's a lot of repetitiveness going on during some of the fashion shows this year. People seriously need to shake it up a bit. Alexander McQueen knew what I was talking about. But it seems like some of the people who are at the forfront of fashion ie. Karl Lagerfeld, have just been reproducing the same sort of monochromatic crap for the past decade. Don't get me wrong, I love Chanel like any other person, but ever since I can remember it has just been a bit of the quilted, black and white looks that have been floating around Chanel. Come on Karl, we know you're better than this, stop living for the name that is Chanel and show us what you're truely doing representing the name that is the icon!

 But do you ever remember the days when you would dress for yourself, and no one else? I'm talking about when we were about the ages from 3-7, when fashion wasn't in our vocabulary, and if we saw something that we thought looked nice and wanted to wear it, then god damn straight we were going to wear it. I'll always remember wearing a L.A raiders t-shirt (which I still have because I can't bare to get rid of it), tucked into a floral skirt, white tights, and Docs. I had grass stains on my kness to add effect and my curly hair was down my back. Like I looked the absolute shizz. Think back to when you were a child and ressed like spiderman or whatever; do you dress for yourself anymore? Or do you look at all the fashion magazines and change your style accordingly? I'm in no way bashing people who take inspiration from magazines, sure we all do. But I'm just always worried that people tend to lose a sense of themselves when they grow up. We need to retain that bit of immature, selfish, childish behaviour that let us dress the way we wanted to and God help anyone that stopped us from doing so.

But don't just take my word for it, what are your thoughts?

I'm off to frollick in my back garden in my fairy wings ;)

Happy glorious Saturday friends

Living In Wonderland xo

The Times They Are A Changin'

Recently I've been so uninspired by life. Not in a I'm-a-sucidal-person kind of way, but just nothing has given me that oomph that you get first thing in the morning to get you up and going. I've just kind of been breezing through life the last few weeks, going to college, doing assignments, coming home, watching tv, eating, drinking (at weekends, not every day!), sleeping, then repeated day in, day out. Gets boring. Repetitive. I have a habbit of getting stuck in a rut. I get too comfortable with my current situation and I like to stay in my rabbit hole of life. So, to get myself out of my rabbit hole I decided recently to shake things up a bit. Nothing major, just things like hanging out with different people, taking new routes home from college, walking to places I wouldn't normally do. Trivial and crap, yes I agree with you, but when I decide to do something radical it generally has bad repercussions affecting the people I love most. But these little things are good for me, it stops me getting sick of seeing the same people day in day out, and I get to make new friends and go to new scenes and kiss new boys. Kind of exciting in a sad and superficial way.

Oh oh oh if you are knocking about Killiney some time you must go up Killiney hill. It's bloody huge, you can explore for hours, has deadly history behond it and when you reach the top of the hill after nearly suffering cardiac arrest, you can take great pleasure in the fact that you can see half of Dublin from the top, with breathtaking views and peace and serenity. It's my most favourite spot in the world and if I ever need to think or not think, I can be found pearched in a little knook in a rock overlooking the sea. Beautiful.

Oh oh oh OH oh... I recently copped onto the fact that I am a sleazy motel... Let me explain briefly. Motels are the kind of places that couples come across, have fun, frollicks and general hanky panky, leave, then never ever ever return to or think about again bar the thought that returns once in a long long while saying "ah that was a good night". I AM THAT MOTEL. Guys have fun, kissy kissy or whatever and flirts with me then say bye bye. And I'm not some type of freaking bunny boiler where I think if I kiss a guy I am going to bloody marry him or whatever, fuck it like I don't even want to have a boyfriend I have too much fun being single, but it's a nice feeling being wanted, eh? I'd like to feel that at some stage! Ugh I'm only moaning about this because I'm suffering from a Tesco Value vodka hangover. It feels like your brain is trying to push itself out from behind your eyes. Delish.

Anyways my little mumbling rant is over now. As you were.

Must get back to fashion blogging soon, just too fricken tired recently.

Happy Saturday

Living In Wonderland xo