Barbie goes gaga

I do enjoy a good make over, and doesn't Barbie look swell in her Gaga-garb?

Courtesy of Lu Wei Kang, Babs now has her very own weird and wonderful wardrobe to wear to the Monster Ball.

I wonder what Ken would say?

Who's that girl?

This little lady was all over the streets of London during LFW. Clad in hairy-scary barbie doll creations, she gave Gaga a run for her money in those shoulder-pads. A little bit of research revealed her to be one Rhiannon Jones, a novice fashion designer from up north. Can't wait to see what she comes up with next...

Picture: Jenny Dyson

I heart The Art..

of the Trench.

Burberry's new website celebrates that all-important great British classic I have previously pontificated upon: the trench coat.

Hopping on board the multimedia train that mixes website with facebook connect, the site invites fans of the TC to submit their own snaps which will be sifted and sorted and perhaps eventually selected for display on site alongside photos taken by the online omnipresent street-style snaptographer Scott Schuman.

It's a novel idea and I enjoyed viewing multiple images at once according to 'weather,' 'colour' and the always debatable 'belted' and 'unbelted.' There's also a nifty little timeline history lesson for serious trench anoraks featuring images from the Burberry archive.

My only complaint is this - the soundtrack. Who chose The Kooks Sofa Song to accompany this trench appreciation site? Next time I visit I'll be muting my volume!

The Art of the Trench

Image: The Sartorialist

A charming Skulk of Foxes

I was lucky enough to stumble across A Skulk of Foxes today - an enchanting Australian jewellery line featuring a clutch of woodland creatures. The acrylic brooches will look delightful on a winter coat and I'm jonesing for the antler studs made from recycled scraps of silver. Enjoy.

Rabbits, birdies, squirrels and more are available here.

For more foxy fancies go here.

Oh my oshkosh b'gosh

I lived in my oshkosh b'gosh dungarees as a child. A tomboy til the age of seven, I returned to my old faithfuls on several occasions after discovering skirts. As a Blossom devotee, I wore cut-off white denim dungarees with a flamenco blouse and glittery jelly sandals to my primary school leavers dance. Needless to say, I didn't get my first kiss that night. That didn't dissuade me from wearing them throughout my first year at high school, grunge style, with a plaid shirt and boots. Oh yeah!

So imagine my amazement to see them crop up once more on the catwalks this year in every imaginable incarnation, from dirty denim to leopard-trim suede. The question is - can I bring myself to wear them once more? Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.

steve allan

nicole fahri

cynthia steffe

louise gray

ralph lauren

Oh, Florence

What a MACHINE.

Seeing double

Blog Advanced Style rocks my world and so do this pair, Marian and Vivian Brown, the infamous San Francisco twins and Queens of senior sartorialism.

I first saw them in the city ascending the Macy's escalator in matching ruby red cowgirl ensembles. Sweet and smiley, they were also slightly scary in their identicalness.

Apparently the two have only spent three weeks apart in their 82 years together and take turns to decide what to eat and wear each day. Luckily they both have a penchant for leopard print and are rarely seen without their signature hats.

I would love to see the identical duo give MK and Ashley a run for their money in an Alice Hawkins fashion spread...what do you think?

It hurts to look at you (again)

It's nice to see my first love Jordan Catalano without the guy liner and liquid leather these days. The boy who wrote a song about his car still makes my heart a-flutter and may explain my fondness for boys in plaid.

During the height of MSCL madness, in a hopeless attempt to emulate Angela's 'crimson glow,' I dyed my hair red. Convinced this would somehow magically conjure my very own Scottish JC, I wasn't the only one behaving irrationally in the name of Jordan. One friend actually started drinking coffee "black with three sugars," just like Chase-face did after JC revealed his caffeine preference.

Alas, neither of us ever found Jock Catalano leaning in our school corridors and over time my obsession for Jared Leto waned as he swapped plaid for pleather and Cameron for Fire Crotch.

But, in this clip, it still hurts to look at you...

Location vacations

London Fashion Week is upping sticks and hauling couture ass to Somerset House this September. Hardly a surprise location, this architectural gem follows in the footsteps of previous LFW homes - The Natural History Museum, Duke of York's, Battersea and Olympia have all hosted the fash pack in the past. But what would happen if the British Fashion Council were to transplant themselves to somewhere a little less conventional? Here are a few of my fantasy favourites...

London Zoo would be perfect for 'guerilla fashion shows' and would bring new meaning to 'stalking the runway'...

Heathrow's Terminal 5 would suit those that pushed and prodded one another to be first in line during last season's fashion week. Fashion's most impatient would be right at home in an airport, watching as flights of fancy ascended the runway...

Wimbledon race track would be a fitting setting for the crowds to place bets on the next big trend as the models raced one another to the end of the catwalk...

Thoughts?

Child's Play

A recent browse of Browns jewellery selection took me back to my school days when friendship bracelets, dummy necklaces, and jelly rings were all a girl needed to accessorize. Sweet.

Remember those snap bracelets? Kara Ross' croc leather cuff is the grown-up version, with a very adult price tag of £235.

Marni's freakish doll brooch looks awfully similar to one I made in primary school...stick a safety pin in yours and save yourself £145.

Carolina Bucci's £135 charity bracelets remind me of the hair bobbles that gave you the perfect high-pony and an unnecessary face-lift at the age of 13.

This ring may be Lanvin but there's no escaping the Christmas-cracker associations - I would have been delighted to have found a £175 toy in mine all those years ago.

Missoni's gem cuff is like a sweetie bracelet, only you can't eat it and it costs £90. Where's the fun in that?