Happy Pride 2012: Solidarity for Manchester and St. Petersburg!

Adam and I at today’s Pride parade!

I’m mid-pride and mid-moving house but just needed to post this update to, firstly, wish everyone a happy and safe Manchester Pride 2012 and to ask you to spare a moment to send a message of solidarity and support to our friends in St. Petersburg…

Manchester and St. Petersburg are twin cities and whilst Manchester celebrates yet another fabulous Pride festival, St. Petersburg’s LGBT community are living under recently introduced draconian anti-gay laws.

Manchester City Council are asking residents of the city to send a message of support to the St. Petersburg LGBT community, via SMS! Text PRIDE and your message to 86099 stating your name and location and all texts will be sent to a St. Petersburg based LGBT group along with the banner that the Council held in today’s Pride Parade after the event this weekend.

Texts cost your standard network charge only.

Happy Pride.


Agyness Deyn for Dr. Martens: Manchester Store Sneak Preview Party

Thought you’d had enough of ‘British’ phenomenon after Mary Portas, the Royal Wedding, Jubilee and Olympics… think again. Fast on the coattails of the recent obsession with all things Union Jack; quintessential British brand, Dr. Martens, launch their collaboration with quintessential British model, Agyness Deyn. The new Dr. Martens store in Manchester offered us blogger types a preview of the new collection last night, which goes on sale, globally, today! 

Allow me to walk you through what you can expect from Agyness Deyn for Dr. Martens…

Y’all know I love a good satchel. Apparently, this (and a love of peroxide) is something Agyness Deyn and I have in common. The Heart shaped satchel forms the statement bag of the capsule collection in the iconic cheery red and black soft leather or lilac and acid green patent for the more daring bag wearer.

The collection includes outerwear, knitwear, shirts, tops and dresses all designed for layering and clashing, perfect for the grungy Blogger among us but certainly not a style statement for the faint hearted. 

Whilst most pieces look tame and accessible (bar the fluorescent pink daisy print bomber jacket) their cut and fit are perfectly Agyness Deyn – androgynous, loose and purposefully awkward. Think school teacher shift dresses circa 1959 with khaki green parkas and chunky, fuzzy knits. All finished off with red velvet creeper shoes for that irreverent edge, naturally.

Not for everyone, this collection, but certainly one with Agyness’ determined brand of ‘individuality’ stamped all over it.

Now for some LOL photos…

Myself and Sara of Sara Luxe try on some of Aggy’s collection and I catch a TOTALLY BLOGGER SNAP with Sarah of Fashion Dotty #bbloggers #weareSOblog


A Fashion Break: Media Mogul

Inspired by all those fabulous blogs out there that are just for blogging and not pinned to a genre, I present A Fashion Break. Yep, I can ramble about thing other than fashion don’t-ya-know.

Here are some RATHER hot videos that sum up my life at this moment in time.

Scissor Sisters’ Magic Hour is the theme-tune to my sweaty awkward car journeys to work. Damn this heat. The humidity is best reflected in this sweltering live video of their performance at Terminal 5, NYC.

Ezra Axelrod is my new obsession. You can see why, right?

I can’t wait for Manchester Pride. This is why.

Drunk At Vogue

Manchester Pride


A Defence of Retail

Fashion is never without its complications. It’s a drama-queen of a business, throwing hissy-fits and spilling Champagne all over the place. This blog is a bit about this temperamental state of affairs.

I moved to Manchester three years ago and began laying the foundations for a career in fashion straight away. I would spend my days in the library reading Beowulf and Jane Ayre for my English Literature degree and my evenings were spent debating the relevance of social media in the ecommerce sector and about the need for better credit terms for premium independent retailers at industry B2B events. I would attend shop parties, brand launches; you name it, Manchester was throwing a party for it and I was gatecrashing to bring news and reviews on the carnage and canapes for fashionrambler.com (and long may I continue to do so, amen).

However, all this changed in June of this year when I stepped out into the real world and after three years of internships in media, B2B and ecommerce, successfully landed a job in Communications for an up-and-coming multi-channel retail brand. It’s based in the NW, which suits my current plans to stay oop North and it’s a fabulous company. I was and still am, really excited. I get to learn on the job, plotting Marketing strategies, booking shoots, liaising with brands, meeting and pitching to the fashion press. I get to stick my greedy finger in all sorts of fabulous fashiony pies and I’m being paid for it!

But, not everyone truly understands where this excitement comes from as, for some, retail doesn’t form part of the fashion industry. I was met with questions like: “So, why are you working in a shop when you have a degree?” and “Doesn’t that seem like, a bit of a step backwards?”

Love the old ladies in this shot. (Courtesy of Coop Historian Flickr)

Nothing could be further from the truth, it’s a step in the right direction for me. I remember, when I was a wee nipper, living in a tiny Devonian fishing port with a population of around 15,000 people. I remember catching the train to Exeter or to Plymouth to visit the shops because the closest thing my hometown had to fashion was Coop Ladies and Children’s Wear (which I once modelled for in a charity fashion show) and a tiny Dorothy Perkins (where I worked during my A Levels). I remember the rush of being in a “big” city and the belief that I had to purchase a grande vanilla latte from every single Starbucks I happened to pass. I remember finally being able to buy Vogue because my local newsagents hadn’t heard of it (no, not even when I did the Madonna dance). I remember beginning to get excited about fashion and clothing, this was all because of going shopping. We all come to fashion via the shops and it was at the shops that I made my decision to see what makes the fashion industry tick (and to drink as much Champagne as humanly possible whilst doing so).

Why do some deem retail beneath the fashion industry? I don’t know, but I’m certainly not one of them. People can pretend that commerce, consumerism and business are beneath the raw creativity and exclusivity of the fashion elite but their polished Prada pumps are standing on foundations built from retail. Retail is the back-bone of the fashion industry and without it, there wouldn’t be an industry.

So, because I must consider the ROI of an email marketing campaign and because I map the sales incurred by what I do on Facebook, because I attach worth to something I do at work when it generates a sale and because I happen to spend a bit of time on a shop floor I am not any less part of the fashion industry: I am the fashion industry, baby.


Olympic Fever: Harvey Nichols Manchester Heineken Beer Garden Launch party

Well, haven’t I been neglecting fashionrambler.com? I do apologise, I have very good money-making reasons to be avoiding my beloved hobby. Although, one not-so-profit-making enterprise that has recently taken over my life is the bloody Olympics! For someone always picked last for the team *que violin* this is quite the surprise.

I think it all began with the Opening Ceremony. What an achievement, what an advertisement (especially for the Socialists among us) and what a way to kick things off! Another way to kick things is with a load of free beer, promotions models, table football and burger and chips – just how Harvey Nichols celebrated the Olympics in Manchester with Heineken!

The Menswear floor played host to a beer garden set up complete with bar, DJ, picnic tables and astroturf! The Olympics will be steamed on plasma screens throughout the games and will remain in place until September 3rd!