>I’ve been tagged by Think What You Like to complete an “I love your blog” interview, which means that I get to answer ten questions and pass the burden on to some more lucky bloggers. So, if you’re curious about who I really am and what burns deep within my tortured soul… don’t look here. They’re not THAT kind of questions.
Handily, I already wrote a post on this very subject, so click to read! The short answer, however, is a mix of April O’Neal from the Teenage Mutant Hero Turtles and a burning desire to NOT be an architect like my dad.
I’m a blog dilettante. I dabble in street style and beauty blogs and wordy, text heavy offerings. Mostly, I suppose I like blogs where the writer has their own distinct voice, or shows me something new that I’ve never seen before. Fashematics, Advanced Style and Threadbared would rank up there in my all-time faves.
Mac for colourful eyeshadows, liners and lipsticks. Bobbi Brown for everything else. Bobbi Brown concealers and foundations are the best. Even at the depths of my poorness I’ll find a way to buy an under-eye concealer. I’m also participating in a humanitarian act by doing do, for the world is infinitely better off without seeing my dark circles.
This is a toughie, because so much of the stuff I buy is second-hand (err, I mean vintage). I haven’t bought a pair of high street jeans in at least two years. Count ‘em – two years. I quite like Topshop, but River Island is also upping it’s game (the sizes aren’t so prohibitively small as Topshop’s either). For designer brands I love Alexander McQueen. He was probably my favourite designer. Vivienne Westwood is great for larger-chested women like me and I love Miu Miu for the cute factor.
The Bobbi Brown concealer, as noted above. That and a good pair of tweezers. While not technically make-up, they do make my face look a hell of a lot better.
Purple. I remember telling some old biddy that when I was a child and left the room to the echo’s of “Purple! That’s the devil’s colour!” ringing in my ears. The joys of growing up in rural Kerry. As a teen I wanted purple converse so badly but the (one) shoe shop in town stocked red and blue only . One of my friends revealed that she dyed her red pair blue, the end result being purple. I though that she was the smartest girl ever.
Victor and Rolf’s Flowerbomb, which smells exactly how a bomb of flowers should smell. For less aggressive floralia, I like Paul Smith Rose. Men go absolutely bananas for it because it smells so innocent – hey, who am I to argue?
Nope. Don’t have one. I am a film commitment phobe. Off the top of my head, some films I really enjoy and would put in some sort of league table are Up!, Welcome to the Dollhouse, The Virgin Suicides, Malcolm X, The Last Picture Show, Sabrina, Some Like it Hot, All About Eve, the list goes on and on.
Japan, or specifically Tokyo. Who wouldn’t want to be subsumed into that landscape?