2010 //

[ images from theselby.com ]

In less than a month, we will be entering another decade. Kind of like a fresh start. Everyone asks each other about their new year's resolution or what they have done so far until now. What have I done? Well nothing other than the things I've had to do. like the time I had to go to kindergarten, and after that I had to go to elementary school, then middle school and high school. And my parents said I had to go to university.

Now what do I feel like doing come 2010? What do you want to start doing next year?

Have the courage to end that lousy relationship you are in?
Cut your hair?
Tell your family that secret you've been hiding?
Take a leap and move out of your town? that goddam country you've been living in all your life !?
Quit your job because despite there being a recession you can't stand that lousy office cubicle !?

Because we all know all of the above is easier and quicker than tryin' to lose weight ... again

The Last Emperor

shoes. Valentino

I had the pleasure and sometimes border-line traumatic experience of working at the Valentino Sample Sale this past weekend. Shoes and clothes from his previous fall collections were selling for a fraction of their original price. There was, however, the handful of folks who came in demanding VIP treatment as if they were the son of God but still went on to ask if there would be a further reduction. So naturally you direct them to the rail of cheap items, which happen to be accessories. But I was just happy to own a piece of Mr. Valentino at the end of the day and rest my poor feet in these lovelies

Velvet Underground

dress. Rare at Topshop

Remember that TV soap opera Dynasty? Late 80s? The one about a rich oil family. Remember the cat fights? Yeah OK we were all between the ages of a fetus and 3 years but still I remember being dumped at my grandparents house and looking up at the TV and being greeted by big hair and the mother of all shoulder pads. Power dressing as they called it. At least now I know where to stash my clutch when I get tired of holding it whilst dancing.

Boys will be boys

© natasha ndlovu

This is a photo of a moody-yet-scrumptious English male model I took last summer here in London. He is doing very well for himself. He was my first feature on skewed magazine:issue one. I am going back to taking photos. I don't know why after saving for my expensive camera I then stopped. I am hoping my trip to Milan and Amsterdam from tomorrow till Tuesday will inspire me. Have a look at my photo blog.

http://studiono4.blogspot.com/

This is like a flashback. This is like a dream

photo by: Taylor James. taylorjamesphoto.blogspot.com

I am contemplating going back to the days of short hair. Well, my agency is also contemplating. I am going through this "fuck it" phase and thinking about all the crazy shit I should have done in my teens. Tattoos. Piercings. The boyfriend with the motorbike. But my mother was pretty much the equivalent of those evil Catholic nuns you see in movies like Doubt with Meryl Streep. Ok I had a belly button piercing but that was about as rebellious as stealing candy from a baby. Then the whole 8th grade went and got a belly button piercing. Lord.

**And congrats to Matthew Burditt Photography for winning the Topshop shoes**

Shoes. shoes. shoes

Topshop Unique. SS09. Size 38 EU / 5 UK / 6 US

In the spirit of giving I have a pair of amazing shoes which I only wore once. (Impulse buy). So I am giving away this fabulous pair of shoes! To all those who keep reading my blog I want to say thank you. If you can tell me which movie these 3 lines are from in the song below. I will put your names in a ballot and the winner will be sent the prize to anywhere in the world !

Closing date Sunday November 15 at midnight GMT.

Masculin.féminin

ballet pumps. Office. buckle shoes. Topshop

It's getting colder and I am enjoying the last days of ballet pumps & heels. Here come the "man" shoes. a.k.a The shoes I wear on a date when I pretty much want to let a guy know that if he is looking for a girl who will come sashaying in his direction like a Victoria secret model then he better googleher.com

From Russia with love

ushanka. Portobello Market. shirt & leather skirt.urban outfitters. shoes. Carvela

For those of you who don't know, my name is Natasha and ever since moving to London from Canada, whenever I meet people and tell them my name I get the "oh that's a Russian name". 1, 392 times later ... I get the point. Plus having dated a guy who shares the same name as Putin and at one point a woman started talking to me in Russian during an interview because she assumed from my name I'd be Russian. I guess in MJ's words if your name is Russian "It don't matter if you're black or white" applies to yours truly. So I am officially taking Russian in a week. I already speak 4 languages so let's make it 5 like they do in boy bands.

Miu miu miu miu miu miu miu miu miu miu

purse. Miu Miu

I finally have a purse and you wonder why I am excited? Well a while ago my purse got stolen at a club, with pretty much every precious card you can think of inside. I even found myself pissed off at losing out on my hard work of collecting Tesco & Boots club points that some motherchucker ran off with. No more granny coin purses for me !

I shot the deputy. not the sheriff

bracelet . PEMA New York

This bracelet is to die for. As in I'll shoot you dead if you don't give me ketchup & sauce for my potato wedges and chips. I confess. Yesterday I relapsed back to McDonalds out of sheer laziness to go grocery shopping. so, um the lady first of all dumps both items upside down in the bag and neglects the mandatory sauce. I suppose my wedges and fries are to have a roman orgy with no lubricant? Seeing as I was on "American psycho" mode yesterday ....long story... I asked her to re-pack my food. Zoom in on her less than impressed face. Zoom out , 180 camera rotation to my Ana Wintour face. You know that look she gives when she's not impressed by a collection? Well McDonalds the presentation of your F/W 09 menu is appalling. I know this isn't Nobu but the last time I checked if I am going to pay for food that will eventually clog my arteries and ruin the chances of me fitting into a size minus 2 skinny jean, then can it at least be presented upright? Maybe next time I should go in wearing my bracelet. That should make them shiver in their boots and sweat like cocktails