Blogs by Natalie

An Ode to Isabel Marant

Wednesday 17th March 2010

I’ve a bone to pick with Isabel Marant, Her summer collection is all I want. But why are her prices so terribly high? A feathered earring’s all I can buy. Ostensibly I shouldn’t like Lurex trousers and shoes with spikes, But somehow with a Marant tag Ugly stuff becomes must-have swag. But even if I had the means To buy a...

Jeepers Peepers

Monday 15th March 2010

I have a confession to make... I sleep with my make-up on. There, I said it. And while I’m in the confession booth, I don’t moisturise twice a day either. Once a day at most if I’m feeling particularly haggard. The thing is, with my new Bare Minerals foundation (they say you can...

Heartbreaking...

Friday 12th March 2010

I might be going bonkers but with all this talk of fashionable friendship bracelets, I'm having a moment with these corresponding 'heartbreaker' necklaces from Topshop...

When Natalie Met Olivia

Friday 5th March 2010

Fashion week is officially over – for me at least, and whilst editors made of hardier stuff have since jetted off to Milan and Paris, I am back at my desk, nursing my poor, blistered feet (6 days of heel-wearing might be child’s play for Anna Dello Russo – see my previous blog...

London Fashion Weak

Thursday 18th February 2010

Fashion week is officially upon us and whilst for some that means swanning around Somerset House, Blackberry in hand and Louboutins on feet, for me, it means a lot of early mornings spent crying in front of my wardrobe. I was never this neurotic about my LFW outfits. Usually I throw on all-black...

Sensible Shoes: Every Girl's Nightmare

Friday 15th January 2010

I remember reading somewhere that Sarah Jessica Parker’s feet were ‘made’ for Manolos, in so far as her towering arch mirrored the steep incline on those spindly little shoes. I muse upon SJP’s ballerina tootsies with seething jealousy, whilst glancing at my own, flat-as-planks-of-MDF feet. When most women develop bunions, at least they...

Dreaming of Chanel..

Wednesday 23rd December 2009

There are only a handful of things I’d sell a limb for, a classic Chanel bag being one of them. I’ve made this very clear to anyone who knows me, in case they come into a large sum of money, say, £1,500, and are feeling generous. For those of you who have slipped...

Hostessing, Hairdos & Halloumi

Wednesday 14th October 2009

If I had ever thought that having a large group of friends round for ‘canapés and drinks’ would be as calm and collected as Nigella’s drinks parties (me gliding around Waitrose during the day and casually ‘throwing some things together’, and later, my guests chuckling heartily over the twinkling of jazz in the...

The Lock-In

Monday 21st September 2009

Since moving to London, I’ve done nearly all of my shopping online, because a) no one likes a fashion scrum, which is what you’ll inevitably find yourself amongst if you brave Oxford Street on a Saturday and b) for the joy of getting a parcel delivered (even if it was from me)....

Buzz Off

Friday 28th August 2009

When I tell people I’ve just moved in by myself, I’m met with one of two reponses – a strange, pitying look or an excited exclamation, ‘You’re going to be like Carrie Bradshaw!’ There might be a glimmer of truth in their last assumption, only in so much as I will probably be using...

Massenet Madness

Wednesday 22nd July 2009

Fashionistas are a steely bunch. At any given fashion event there’ll be pursed lips, cold stares and outfit analyses with one movement of the eyes. It’s a jungle out there. And God forbid you show enthusiasm at a new product – squealing is just not cool. A monotone, ‘That’s nice’, deadpan nod and...

Return To Glory...

Wednesday 1st July 2009

It’s always sad when we have to say goodbye to our interns, who quickly become adopted members of the SheerLuxe family, so when the time came for the ever-stylish Kate to head back to sunny California, it was only right that we saw her off in style. But with our next conference fast...

No. 5 on the No. 11

Friday 12th June 2009

Living with a lot of boys in the City has its ups and downs – the ups being that when I’m throwing a diva fit (which is more often I care to admit), I can always get a starkly rational male opinion on the matter. The downs – the loo seat being left...

The Return of Snail Mail

Friday 22nd May 2009

I’m a lazy friend. There, I said it. I love my friends to death, but am positively rubbish when it comes to picking up the phone, sending a text, or pinging over an email just to say ‘hello’, which is terrible considering how many hundreds of emails I send each day for work....

Having Kittens

Friday 8th May 2009

Ask anyone who knows me – I’ve never been a ‘pet person’. I’m the sort that screams and crosses over the road if I see a dog walker, and I have been known to write off prospective boyfriends based solely on the fact they own a yappy pooch who’s fond of humping legs....

Organised Outfits...

Monday 20th April 2009

After sinking my teeth into Cooking Lessons in which Daisy Garnett writes about her time in New York, where dinner parties aren’t reserved for the middle-aged and are an essential way to mingle when you’re new to the city, I’ve been inspired. Having only been living in London for six months now, I’m always...

XOXO...

Friday 27th March 2009

To say I love Gossip Girl would be an understatement. I adore Gossip Girl, I couldn’t live without Gossip Girl, I worship at the altar of Gossip Girl. Day-to-day decisions are governed by the mantra, ‘What would Blair Waldorf do?’, from outfit decisions to matters of the heart, and if the latest episode...

Polished & Preened

Friday 13th February 2009

Being 5’5” and not blessed with razor sharp cheekbones doesn’t exactly lend itself well to modelling, which is why I intend to stick firmly to writing about the catwalks, rather than trying to strut down them. But who doesn’t dream of the glamorous world of the model? You can’t escape it – Britain’s...

Charles says, Relax.

Friday 30th January 2009

‘It could only happen to you, Natalie.’ That’s what my mother always says, and she’s right. To anyone who knows me, I’m not exactly the most, ahem, chilled out, gal. The upside of this is that life is definitely not boring (for me or anyone in my vicinity) and I’m sure writers need...

A Very Merry Mockmas...

Monday 22nd December 2008

The 14 hours you’re awake on Christmas day (subtract number of waking hours according to how many cocktails you’ve had the night before) is just about enough time to open presents (I’m estimating that will take most of the day…), consume generous amounts of goose/turkey, brussel sprouts and pigs in blankets so that...

These Shoes Aren't Made For Walking

Friday 7th November 2008

‘There’s no way I’m going to catch the tube to your sister’s wedding in these heels!’ was my response to my boyfriend when he suggested I drag myself, my pencil dress, and my 4 inch Topshop peep toes down to St. James’s Church via the central line on a Saturday. Because as every...

Cashmere & Confectionary

Thursday 23rd October 2008

It seems I have spent every spare moment in my first week of SheerLuxe snacking, not helped by the office snack cupboard and all the yummy treats at press events – great for luring in journalists I’m sure but not so good for my waistline. The Eric Bompard store launch party was no...

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