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You'd think that after spending all week squatting on the floor in the back of the Glamour cupboard, surrounded by an infinitely deep mountain of clothes and endless racks--essentially eating, sleeping and breathing nothing but fashion, come the weekend, I'd flee as far away from the recesses of retail as humanly possible and, I don't know, read a book or something. Are you sure it was a book? Are you sure it wasn't shopping?

It was.

Though I truly endeavored to modestly pass my Saturday catching up on all the annoying necessary nuances of adult life (bills, cleaning, work, the like), the continued prevelance of sunny weather inevitably (ok, around 11am) lured me from the safety of my flat onto the street, the High Street, to be specific. It's like the opposite of rehab: the more time you spend around other fashion addicts and with the clothes themselves--specifically the best of the best of this season's ready to wear--at the first chance you get, you loose all resolve and scramble desperately to bulldoze into Topshop, scoop up the delectibles by the armful...just so that you know these goodies, unlike that heavily beaded full length chiffon Versace gown you've been drooling over at work all week, don't have to get shoved into a Glamour plastic bag and returned to their respective PR hubs. Now the amazing rhinestone Louboutins are here, in your hand. Now they're gone, back to the oblivion of the amazing and unaffordable, accessible only months later when that issue of the magazine comes out. Heartbreaking.

Obvioulsy, any wannabe recessionista who works in a cupboard must strive to combat this feeling on the weekend...to take the power into your own hands and take the goods home with you. The downside being, of course, that drooling PRs don't jump at your every request and frantically bike over bags exploding with D&G's pre-fall collection... you have to pay. But where's the fun in slaving over somebody else's closet all week long if you can't pamper your own at the weekend?



Stop #1: All Saints

Big fan of this "Fall of Man" tee-shirt. I don't know if it's McQueen or just the ever faster tick of the doomsday clock, but I'm really feeling the skeletons right now. Bones are so the new polka dots. This tee is super soft, it looks great over slick look leggings, acid wash jeans, my oversized Burberry blazer...you get the picture. Basically the editorial stylist uniform functions thus: one such t-shirt, leggings, oversized black blazer, ankle boots. Check, check, check.

I really liked this print, it came in three different styles...but I couldn't really get any of them to work for me. This one being the best of the three, although I kind of felt like the witch in Hansel and Gretel with those boots on....All Saint or All Witch?

The print is really lovely though...

Parachute dress: so many tucks, folds and ropes...couldn't figure out where anything went. It's like All Saints tried to replicate a Westwood pattern on narcotics. Wait...aren't Westwood designs laced with narcotics anyway? And isn't that why we love them?

Stop #2: Zara


Cool bootie/sandals in suede. They clomp like a horse when I walk, but the slouchy is great, the color fab...I haven't taken them off since Satruday. Except for yesterday. When it rained.

Fab new jacket, for only £59! Silk, just the right amount of drape, the stripes look amazing over most prints. When it gets warmer, I plan to throw on over a little neon oragnge boob tube from American Apparel. And by "gets warmer" I mean, "when my stomach gets flatter." This jacket was a hit though, it got the nod from one of the style editors yesterday at work. Count it!

Gathered bubble shorts. Had a pair just like this from Cathering Malandrino two years ago...they were the unfortunate sacrificial victims of a bad breakup, so, when I saw these bad boys, I knew...the Malandrinos had, in one way or another, come back to me.

I don't think I will ever tire of buying plain white oversized shirts. I really wanted this to be long enough to wear as a dress, but unfortunately, my ass had other plans. Namely, not remaining covered by said shirt. Still a good purchase.

Great faux python shoes--a paltry attempt at knocking off the Madonna wonders at LV (below), but for £79 versus £790, I'd take em. Forr whatever reason, I always find Zara heels surprisingly easy to walk in. Damn the Spanish and their solid shoemaking skills. I mean, the impracticality of tapas and midnight dinner-times aside, they did spawn Mr. Manolo after all.

G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S

Mixing and matching the bits

Amazing python print sequined loose fitting shift. Yesterday, one just like it from Matthew Williamson (shape, concept, not python print though) came into the office. Definitely a winner. Styling possibilities are endless with this piece, it can be accessorize a million ways. Dress up down and good for year round. Not to mention it looked oh so MJ SS09 when teamed with faux LV heels and striped blazer. Maybe that's because I just threw together a bunch of random, busy bits. But whatever, that's why Marc's a genius, he can make a mess--even my mess--look cool.

NB Zara is really on the money right now, I wouldn't go in if your resolve or bank balance is weak. Resistance is pretty much futile.