Georgia on my mind . . .
Do you ever get into those slight funks where you can’t stop thinking about one thing – or several things, to the detriment of every other thought process you’re attempting? Well at the moment my mind is consumed with these …
Do you ever get into those slight funks where you can’t stop thinking about one thing – or several things, to the detriment of every other thought process you’re attempting? Well at the moment my mind is consumed with these things:
Leopard print – I know, I know. It’s over! It’s over. Kat Slater made it over before it even began, with a little help from Pat Butcher. But I love it. Leopard print belts, leopard print shoes, leopard print earrings . . . leopard print cardigans. In short, accents. At least that’s what I thought I wanted, until I saw this.
You’d never think it to look at this, but I’m against jumpsuits and against leopard print as a solid block, but the sheer fabric in this one (€37.20 from Heatons, would you believe) has me going all weak at the knees (or it could be the killer spin class I did this morning; I can’t wait for the weekend). LOVE.
Rihanna – I’ve been listening to her latest album, Loud, on repeat. (I wonder if Jameson paid for their mention in Cheers (I’ll Drink to That)? I don’t know why that even matters. The album is a killer. But then, I find myself getting angry at her – for posing for Rolling Stone in chainmail underwear, for talking about how much she “likes it rough”, for doing that song with Eminem . . . Then I see her Vogue cover and I’m just angry with Vogue (no change there) for somehow thinking that I, the reader, care what Rihanna “really” thinks about her curves.
Water for Elephants – Reading the book, by Sara Gruen, was definitely one of 2010′s highlights; I have a feeling that seeing the film, starring Reese Witherspoon and Robert Pattinson, will be one of 2011′s. (I just read his interview in Vanity Fair; does anyone else get the distinct impression that he’s not long for the acting world? I wouldn’t be surprised if he takes his millions and retires to a ranch somewhere in the middle of nowhere.) The costumes are just the tip of an amazing iceberg, and this pic, of Witherspoon, in Vogue, has done little to whet my appetite.
How about you? What’s on your mind on this dull-but-brightening-up Wednesday?