FASHION

Forget taking the tube, the over ground or maybe even the bus on your next journey into central London….how about a camel? The most insane PR request I ever heard from a friend, who worked in the business, was one from a wealthy businessman from the Middle East, who wanted to shut down Oxford Street, so he could take his wife down the road on a camel. Ludacris you may think, or absolutely crazy in love and totally romantic. Either way, I could have done with one a few weeks ago when the sun was shining hot like the desert…

You know that totally smug look that creeps onto your face when deep down inside you know you are right about something…and your face can’t hold back? Kind of like the Grinch who stole Christmas? The big grin across his face. Well I had that look plastered across my face a few weeks ago when perusing some of the high street chains on Oxford Street. Store after store had blazers in a variety of colours. Pink, Yellow, Printed Orange…a variety that could rival an ice cream shop. I have been a huge fan of Blazers to dress up and dress…

I like plain basic clothing. A basic white or black t-shirt, with a comfortable pair of jeans; A loose-fit slip on pair of trousers with an over-sized shirt. But every once in a while, I like to flirt with colours, prints and patterns. There’s this thing I have about stars. I’m from Kenya and one of my favourite things about home is looking at the stars when you’re sitting on the soft white sands on Diani Beach with the sound of the waves splashing against the beach. You can’t miss a star… the night sky is speckled with them and…

Last week it had been coming down like buckets, like the heavens opened and decided that 48 hours of non stop rain at the end of May, is exactly what the good fine people of London, reeeee-alllly needed. This week the sun is shining and the weather is bright and beautiful. If there is anything to deter shoppers from hitting the high street, you would think torrential rain would be it. Come rain, snow or sunshine, central London is always a shopper’s paradise. One cold rainy evening a week ago, Oxford Street was buzzing, and I zipped in between sauntering…

When I was younger I went through a phase. Let’s just call it the fat phase, where I suddenly piled on the pounds. It was a real blow to my confidence and in turn my love for fashion wavered. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world when you want to wear a particular outfit, but your body just isn’t having it. You can pull, tug and hold your breath till you turn blue in the face; those jeans aren’t going to happen today. Or tomorrow. Until you zip your mouth and hit the gym. To counter the sudden…