Free Spotify Playlist – March 2015

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I have been listening to a number of acoustic jinflejangles this month. For the first half of the month, my modus operandi was sexy male voices. Then I discovered Andreya Triana…

This month’s free Spotify playlist found its hardcore femininity in the latter half of the month (and I expect no-one will have a bad word to say about it). Bias or not, this is one groovy collection of rhythmic delights.

Click on to listen and enjoy!

(Need to catch up on last month’s? Click here for February’s free Spotify playlist.)

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How Do You Get Invited To Fashion Week?

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For five years, every season of Fashion Week (London Fashion Week, in particular) has been followed with a rotation of intrigued conversation and e-mails from friends, bloggers, and industry hopefuls alike. The question on their minds? “How Do You Get Invited To Fashion Week?”.

Let me tell you, once and for all..

How Do You Get Invited To Fashion Week?

Both the first question and misconception, as no-one actually gets invited to Fashion Week. Invites may come from designers and their PR teams to the shows themselves, but Fashion Week – as an event – is simply the ‘blanket’ over the smaller events.

How Do You Get Invited To Fashion Shows?

When it comes to the shows themselves, every designer and PR team works with different ticketing tactics, but you are not going to get into a major fashion show without a ticket.

In its simplest form, the people who get invited to fashion shows fall under four categories: media, buyers, stylists, and celebrities. Contrary to the circus that surrounds it, Fashion Week is an industry event at its core, so if a person doesn’t provide value as an attendee (see: will write about the show, will support the brand financially, or be able to raise the brand’s profile in a substantial way), it is unlikely they will receive an invite.

As my blog and career has grown, I have gone from applying for tickets (most official Fashion Week websites compile a seasonal list of press contacts for each brand) to receiving Save The Dates before I even remember Fashion Week is approaching! As LG’s official London Fashion Week blogger, I also get exclusive backstage access to shows but that is just about as fortunate as access gets.

Blogger warning! Some designers are notorious for sending bloggers ‘Standing’ tickets (in case their Seated ticketees don’t all arrive), but ‘Standing’ – or ‘ST’ – tickets are rarely given entrance to shows. It is more of a ‘just-in-case’ move for PRs to ensure they fill a room (and I’ve seen far too many broken-spirited bloggers to not share this with you!)

Can anyone apply for Fashion Week shows?

Yes and no. It goes back to the point of providing value. While anyone with an e-mail address can certainly contact someone else with an e-mail address, your effort will be wasted if you’re unable to provide your value. PRs are absolutely inundated with requests and, personally, I’d feel like I was wasting a seat if I showed up to a show I knew I wouldn’t enjoy (and, therefore, wouldn’t write about). After all, the entire worldwide fashion industry is often coveting as few as 100 seats at every show.

Can you go to Fashion Week without being invited?

Absolutely! In my experience, Fashion Week’s street style roundups are often filled by gorgeous fashionistas that have simply come along for the atmosphere – and there is nothing wrong with that! In London and New York, Somerset House and Lincoln Centre have always been ‘sights to be seen’ and often stream the live shows to the public on large screens. If you’re a fashion student, budding fashion photographer, stylist, or want a few eye-catching hours out in London, Fashion Week can be a real thrill.

What do you wear to Fashion Week?

Whatever the hell you want. There is definitely a ‘thing’ surrounding outfit planning (not dissimilar to the first day of school, for most), but unless you’re 6ft tall and hoping to end up in the pages of someone’s street style slideshow, there is no abnormal importance put on what you’re wearing.

What is Fashion Week like?

Insane. Filled with an incredible number of well-dressed men and women living on VitaCoco and shots of espresso. Exhausting…

But I’ll always go back for more.

In Review: Real Techniques Bold Metals Collection

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Real Techniques Bold Metals collection brushes, meet my beloved blog readers. Blog readers, meet my new favourite make-up brushes.

Sam and Nic Chapman latest collection of rather luxurious gold (base), silver (eyes), and brass (finish)
brushes truly rival the bests of my kit. Though Real Techniques have already gained a plethora of beauty-loving fans, this collection kicks things up to premium level.

Bold Metals – as a seven-piece collection – features a lot of tapering (which generally does most of the work when you’re hoping for a natural finish), weighted handles, and super-soft white bristles (ideal for gauging product pick-up). Personally, the three best brushes from the collection are the Arched Powder Brush 100 (for airbrushed faces), Angled Liner Brush 202 (for getting right inside the lashline without bristle drag), and the Tapered Blush Brush 300 (for living in sculptor’s paradise).

I recently hosted a blogger dinner party (more on that next week!) and even purchased a few more Bold Metals brushes to include in an unplanned prize pack to share the love. They have some lovely collections already tied up with a bow, but this piece-by-piece collection will get my vote every time.

Real Techniques Bold Metals - Arched Powder Brush (100)

Real Techniques Bold Metals – Arched Powder Brush (100)

Real Techniques Bold Metals - Angled Liner Brush (202)

Real Techniques Bold Metals – Angled Liner Brush (202)

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In Review: Bob Bob Ricard, London

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For almost three years, I have identified Tom Aikens as the best restaurant in London; the restaurant I recommend to every tourist, Londoner, and acquaintance in between…

I’ve swapped camps. My sadistically pre-emptive ‘last meal’ will now have to be taken at Bob Bob Ricard. To be frank, it kicks some luxurious ass.

In the middle of London Fashion Week, three of my nearest and dearest joined me at the Russian-influenced restaurant for a spot of lunch between shows. A caviar-topped, triple-coursed, and champagne-fueled spot of lunch, that is.

Cheersing over a bottle of Ayale Rosé Majeur NV (a fresh and fleshy champagne – in my opinion, as drinkably refined as it gets for rosé), we chose to leave our starter selections in the hands of our waiter, hoping it would be a strong indicator of the restaurant’s strengths and weaknesses before it came time to order our mains.

Unfortunately, every dish was as delectable as the next.

In a frenzy of visually-triggered starvation, we rushed to feed each other a feast of Oysters de Gaulle (grilled with Bearnaise sauce and chervil), Oysters Brezhnev (baked with parmesan and black truffle), lobster Pelemeni (served with Salmon Roe), truffled potato and mushroom Vareniki dumplings (served with crispy onion and Shimeji mushrooms), seabass ceviche with avocado (made with cucumber, tomato, coriander, jalapeno peppers and lime), and a small glass of vodka to wash it all down.

When in Rome.

Tortured by the idea of missing out on a spectacular dish, we agreed to share as many bites as we could spare and order from different sections of the menu.

Naturally, I still managed to throw a metaphorical lock and key over my venison steak tartare as soon as it arrived. Steak tartare is my number one comfort food (try to ignore the psychological profile that gives me), but Bob Bob Ricard’s version – with raw quail egg and double-bite croutons – was, essentially, The King of Tartare.

Not that the other dishes don’t deserve their own distinctions, my friend’s chicken, mushroom and champagne pie was a monogrammed masterpiece, the Filet Mignon Rossini (28-day aged Scotch beef with seared foie gras and confit apple, served with truffle gravy) was the most indulgent and rich plate of food I’d ever laid eyes on, and the Fresh lobster macaroni and cheese (specifically, swiss and parmesan cheese) was a comfort food dream come to life.

Even the carrots and parsnips (roasted in beef dripping with honey and thyme) made my difficult-to-please, carnivorous male friends swoon.

Feeling it was time to finally play with the Press For Champagne button (Bob Bob Ricard is almost infamous for their indulgent button system), our waiter promptly sashayed over with a bottle of Ayale and topped our glasses up. A gimmick to some, but a gimmick too rewarding to deny

By our waiter’s suggestion, we paused to share 30g of Alverta Imperial caviar (absolute salty perfection and known for its larger eggs and lighter colour), already planning our next visit.

As I become less and less of a ‘dessert person’, I made sure to enjoy my share of Alverta and went – once again – with our waiter’s recommendation for dessert. While my friends made marriage proposals to their Dulce de Leche creme brulees and strawberries and cream souffles, I took a bite of my friend’s Eton Mess en Perle (lime meringue, strawberry sorbet, raspberry, marshmallows, and cream) and had an epiphany.

When dessert shows up looking like this, I am absolutely a dessert person.

One pour of mint creme anglaise of chocolate and mint souffle later and I was sold: Bob Bob Ricard is the best restaurant in London.

Ding ding ding ding ding ding!

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