♥ RED OR DEAD ♥ LOUBOUTIN RED VELVET CUPCAKES & CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTINEXHIBIT [DESIGN MUSEUM, LONDON]

There’s nothing like a flash of red to raise the heat, send the heart racing, and get the blood going. Red bullfighting capes. Red dresses, or red trousers if you’re a bit of a toff. Red fingernails. Red lips. Why is ‘seeing red’ an expression for annoyance? Quite the opposite for me…when I see red I surge with energy, inflame with lust, pulse with vigour. Red brings out my inner she-wolf…it gives me that full-moon feeling.

How better to indulge in my cravings for lashings of red than with Monsieur Christian Louboutin? A day devoted to the maestro of sexy red soles was in order. Christian Louboutin exhibit at Design Museum London? Baking Louboutin-inspired red velvet cupcakes in homage to Monsieur Louboutin? Red-tipped manicure to match my red lips & red soles? Oui, oui, oui.

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♦ CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN EXHIBIT AT DESIGN MUSEUM, LONDON ♦

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↑ Louboutin carousel


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↑ This looks like a Dalek from Doctor Who. Doctor Shoe?


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↑ The Fetish Room


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↑ Literal ‘killer heels’


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↑ The infamous Louboutin ballet stilettoes…


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My favourite part of the exhibition—-the ‘studio/sketchbook room’. As an illustrator & artist the work process is as fascinating & integral as the outcome itself. Sketchbooks, swatches, mood boards…takes me back to the days of Central St Martin’s, of carrying around a portfolio carelessly crammed with scraps of scribbles & sketches, papers threatening to spill everywhere. Having to compile all those notes into a legible sketchbook for assessment was one of my favourite things to do. Like solving a jigsaw puzzle, putting together the pieces of how I started from an idea to a blank piece of paper to a finished piece of work.

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↑ I love reading other artists’ sketchbooks & moodboards. It’s like a glimpse into a brilliant mind, and I feel incredibly privileged & lucky to be somewhat privy to their thought process…


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↑ My idea of the perfect casual day shoe. It’s like a brother creeper had a dirty threesome with a velour bedroom slipper and some studs, and several months later this bad lil’ baby came into this world, screaming sweet anarchy… Although in this case the concept of anarchy ie. ungoverned lawlessness is pretty much ironic given that to afford these shoes for everyday wear you’d have to be playing the capitalism game. As in, earning a decent wage in a job structured to fit in a governed society. Off on a tangent here…What I mean to say is, these shoes are fierce. Bare bitchin’.


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↑ I just can’t get enough of spikes & studs… All those metallic hardness & sharp edges I love to wear are like preemptive armour. Armour from what? I don’t know, to protect myself from my own social-awkwardness perhaps.


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↑ Drugs, not hugs.


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↑ Bonjour Monsieur Louboutin!


I left the exhibit keen to take home a little slice of the magic. Popped into the Design Museum shop to pick out some souvenirs. Can I just say that my favourite way to end a visit to a gallery/museum is to shop? Culture meets consumerism… it’s not just about acquiring keepsakes (I have plenty of photos for that), but I really enjoy the concept of merchandising & putting a price tag on an experience. Marketing & merchandising has always been a fascination of mine. Not just finding ways to make more things to sell, but how to convince people they have to buy souvenirs or the experience will be lacking. As Modern Toss says, Buy more sh*t or we’re all f****d.

I adored the signed coffee-table book and Louboutin charms but naturally I was too broke to shell out £245 for souvenirs. So I settled for an exhibition screenprint & some Louboutin postcards. Inspired to make some red magic of my own I whipped up some Louboutin-inspired red velvet cupcakes…and put my new exhibition trinkets to use as props. Naturally.

♦ LOUBOUTIN RED VELVET CUPCAKES DE L’POSH, BROKE & BORED ♦

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↑ Standard issue red velvet cupcakes with black frosting & white frosting, dusted with red sprinkles for accents of colour. Topped with Louboutin cupcake-toppers, printed on a card and taped to toothpicks. So lo-fi it hurts. But it looks pretty, so whatever—-in real life the cards the toppers were printed on have a pearly, iridescent sheen to them which caught the light ever so subtly… It summed up the magic I feel when confronted with a pair of beautiful shoes.


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↑ The backdrop is the screenprint produced by Design Museum for the exhibition, and the cupcakes are resting on the postcards.

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↑ I do love the idea of replacing doilies with postcards & prints…

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Lots of Loubie-love. ♥

xxx
June 27, 2012

♥ RED OR DEAD ♥ LOUBOUTIN RED VELVET CUPCAKES & CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTINEXHIBIT [DESIGN MUSEUM, LONDON]

There’s nothing like a flash of red to raise the heat, send the heart racing, and get the blood going. Red bullfighting capes. Red dresses,...

I'M A LIL' BIT COUNTRY

Feeling run-down, irritable, disenfranchised, and city-weary…? Congratulations, you’re a real Londoner. Oh sweet Metropolis, I do adore you so, but there’s only so much one can take. Even a hardened urbanite like me needs to get away sometimes and swap congestion charge for corgis & clear air. About to tear your hair out from city-related stress? Do as the English do and pack an bag, hop on the train, and seek refuge in le country house.

Sadly, my family home is just under 9000 miles away in a different continent. Happily, my friend India very kindly invited me to her home in the country, where we could turn off our smartphones, take off our heels & city rags, and walk around braless.

It was my first time in the home counties, never mind the English country, so I was more than a little excited…!

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Love how the juxtaposition of blue sky next to storm cloud perfectly sums up the weather those few days…No doubt walking in the woods without a brolly only for the heavens to open up and start raining contributed to this mild fever I’m nursing at the moment. 6 years in London and I still haven’t learnt to prepare myself for all kinds of weather! D’oh.

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You know you’re among equestrian lovers when the guest bathroom is kitted with Polo Ralph Lauren towels and Hermes toiletries. I matched my perfume and nail polish to the countryside—-CHANEL’s Cuir De Russie leather, earth, & tobacco scent and CHANEL Particuliere’s earthy greige were the perfect accents to what I erroneously dubbed ‘country-chic’…

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…’country chic’, that is to say, faux-tweed, naff jumpers, walking sticks, pipes, and misappropriated hunting hats. My jumper is from Agent Provocateur, my tweed is Zang Toi, my scarf Givenchy.

My attire was less than practical so India lent me something far more suitable for walking the dogs in the woods…

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The classics; Barbour jackets and Hunter wellies.

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Hector & Horace, the gorgeous ridgebacks.

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Smoochies!

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Is there anything more adorable than a tuckered-out dog?

I wanted to ride the horses but they were away from the stables…

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…but this noble steed allowed me to mount her. Fagget Fairy’s Feed The Horse came to mind. Feed the horse, nyam nyam…

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Bullet belt. Shoot from the hip. Literally.

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I love how the tranquil country, free of the distraction & the decadence London saturates itself in is most conducive to creativity. Friends calling you, tweeting you, texting, BBMing you to come to dinner at DSTRKT, tables at Project, Le Baron after, Scotch afterparty, after-afterparty in some stranger’s townhouse? Sorry, I’m in the country, playing my guitar and singing heart-wrenching songs about the impossible lightness of being.

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Wings, to be turned into a headpiece or hat.

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The next day, Lady Butterworth who up till then had been napping, came out to play. Look at her riding the stud, the saucy little minx.

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It was a sunny day so we inched ourselves outside…

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Lady Of The Manor.

Lady Butterworth explores the garden, but responsible pet-owner that I am I didn’t let her roam too far. Heaven help if a fox ravaged or a horse kicked her. MY BABYYYYY!!!

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Hiding…

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Climbing…

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Hedge-jumping…

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Peeking…

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Getting stuck in bushes…

She’s such a good girl!

India and I strip off and have a little dress-up session!

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Does my butt look big in this…?

On to the red room, where treasures and things of wonder are stowed. At this point the antique-lover in me imploded with joy. My late grandfather, he who collected vintage Jaguars, Islamic arms, and had an airplane cockpit in his garden (which he turned into a lounge!) would have approved.

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More dress up ensues…

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I KEEEEL YOUUUU

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Lady Butterworth gets in on the action. Little attention-seeker!

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Lady Butterworth getting feathery.

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Lady Butterworth trooping the colour.

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Lady Butterworth in armour.

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We got back to London well-fed, with fresh air in our lungs, and well-rested! I did end up a little bit poorly, but that’s probably all the city toxins leaving my system.

I love the country and all of it’s serenity, and am definitely going to make these lil’ getaways more often. I leave you with one of my favourite prayers, Reinhold Niebuhr’s Serenity prayer.

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Xx
May 17, 2012

I'M A LIL' BIT COUNTRY

Feeling run-down, irritable, disenfranchised, and city-weary…? Congratulations, you’re a real Londoner. Oh sweet Metropolis, I do adore you...