Cox, Cookies &Cake

Two men have joined the Pantheon of great boy double acts: Brett and Jemaine, Simon and Garfunkel & Ben and Jerry will now have to save two seats for Eric Lanlard and Patrick Cox.

What on earth am I banging on about? Well, magical things (N.B. cake, damn good cake) are created when a shoe designer and patissiere join forces.


These two boy wonders have managed to turn cupcakes from cosy and ever so slightly reminiscent of the W.I. to glamorous and risque. Take a gander at their menu and you'll see what I mean. (Beach bum cakes? Really? Genius.)


{Via I Heart Cupcakes & Cox Cookies&Cake, of course. }


P.S. I'm going to try my hand at some of their recipes...watch this space.


Miss Dx

Kingless, but still conquering, the best way to fuel your lunchbreak.

LEON.


Miss D and yours truly decided to grab a light lunch at this wonderful eaterie one  rather sun-less London afternoon recently , for a catch up and a good old lunch. What we were looking for : inexpensive, tasteful and fast fuel before a good old boutique browse.


The criteria was well and truly met. Miss D had a quick veggie curry which she confirmed had the authenticity of any traditional Indian restaurant, while I had a warm garlic chicken wrap, which, with a fresh lemon juice to drink,  at the price roughly rounding at a fiver, rivalled any M & S lunchtime work meal deal.


Take-out is of course the most convenient option for the common commuter, however since we had a spare moment or two, we decided to marvel the retro decor , take in the lively atmosphere and eat in style with other style - sophisticated East Londoners. 


What makes this place stand out is that it doesn't feel like fast food; it is a well presented , well thought out restaurant with welcome staff and high quality food... and yet this is exactly what it is - food that is with you within seconds of your order.


Admittedly this isn't the first Leon I have enjoyed, nor will it be the last, with branches popping up all over the city, you would be a fool to spend your well earned lunch money anywhere else.


Go! Grab it while its hot ! find your nearest LEON







Miss V

Miss V is Falling for Fall.

{via Ellen Sears and sunsurfer}

As anyone who knows me will tell you, I feel big love for David Mitchell; and his SoapBox podcasts on Youtube never fail to make me giggle.


This one, in which he explains why male grooming is a bit daft, is my favourite.


Enjoy. : )


Miss Dx


{Via David Mitchell SoapBox}

Poignant Platonism

Miss V

{via Christine Martinez . and of course, Plato.}

Le Tourbillon

I first watched 'Jules et Jim' in an A-Level French lesson, and it was this song that sparked my reverence for French cinema.


Enjoy. : )


Miss Dx

Tea Genius

Miss V - Came across this today. As an avid tea gulper, love it - a simple, yet ingenious invention by George Lee.

{via Ben Silbermann}

Miss V - In the paper today it said that Summer weather is almost over for 2011, so fold up your sun loungers...

This makes me so sad. I am hoping it's just a bit of unfounded pessimism. I took these photos on a sunny England afternoon, when bees were a buzzin, the Pimms was a flowin' and the tan was a bronzin'...

Having said that , if it really is the end of  good weather by the weekend...bring on Autumn leaves kickin'...

Beauty(?)

What is it? This is a tricky one of course, because there are a multitiude of responses, none of which are wrong nor right.


I know many people may disagree with me, but I think that David Mitchell is the one of the sexiest men on the planet. (It's his piercing gaze in the '10 O'Clock Live' poster &goofy smile that really get me going.)


Where does our perception of beauty come from? What makes a six pack and rippling biceps any more attractive than a pair of love handles and a big bum?

Consider this: what if artists of old had portrayed heroes and heroines as big nosed, carrying-a-bit-of-extra-weight averages joes rather than the 'perfect' specimens we see in art galleries and magazines? Maybe, in this world Fat Joe would be a pin up and George Clooney would be banished to the ugly corner.


Of course, in the real world this would never, ever happen. But my point is that our perception of perfection could quite easily have been different if we weren't constantly fed images of gorgeously sculpted human bodies. And on a global level, this view of beauty is actually a bit odd. As one of my lecturers put it: ' In some cultures, if you're not atleast a size 24 and don't cast a decent shadow, you're not a woman at all.'


At this point it would be all too easy to go off on a rant about how the size zero epidemic and other bizarre (N.B. dangerous) dynamics are symptomatic of our society's obsession with perfection. But I'm holding back.


Beauty is that there never has been and there never will be another you. Further, if it wasn’t for our genetic variety- we’d die out. We’ve been fashioned this way so that we may excel naturally, spreading each facet of our inner and outer selves to future generations so that they too may be blessed with our big noses, small eyes, café au lait and English rose skin.


So remember, even if you don't have the thighs of a baby giraffe or Brad Pitt's abs, who cares? You're still hot.


Miss Dx

Miss V? She draws shoes.

So I love to draw. It's a habit/hobby I have had since I could pick up a pencil, and when my mind is absent enough, I see where the graphite led takes me. 

I have always been particularly interested in fashion drawing, and as time has gone on I have mainly drawn and designed shoes.There's just something hugely artistic about them, they have structural elegance not dissimilar to great architecture, yet they are some how are the easiest and most classic thing to draw.

Designs in due course ...




P.S yes , it's a big pencil case, but I have ALOT of stationery.

Modus Operandi: Wing it.

You know that eerie moment when you realise that you're an adult? Yeah, it hits you right between the eyes &knocks you for six. As children, we play games to mimic adult life, playing house & pottering around in toy kitchens. But now that the real world isn't that far off, I'm planning on putting it off for as long as I can.


Being a graduate is great, you're imbued with a massive sense of achievement mixed with relief (knowing you can still get a degree after three years of houplas is a sweet, sweet feeling.)  But recently I've had a few too many conversations that have reminded me of my newborn adulthood. Whenever people ask me: 'So, what's the plan now?' I'm always tempted to say,  'I'm not sure. What's yours?'


When uncertainty is the only certainty, isn't it a bit strange that we seem driven to have a life plan aimed towards the goal of house, husband/wife &kids?


I'm not saying it's a bad thing, or anything to be scared of. It's actually quite brilliant. When you have no idea what to do with the long stretch of the rest of your life, and you're faced with a myriad of options and possibilities, it's more fun to improvise.


The thought of leaving the structure of the education system behind and enjoying a moment of respite before the slog of responsibility is giddily exciting. So I plan to take full advantage of not quite knowing what to do with myself.


Miss Dx

Its August, why isn't it sunny?

An introduction..

We are two best friends, we chat ALOT. So we have started this blog ,to share fashion/beauty/art/news/reviews/ideas etc because while we chat extensively, we do it well.

Enjoy :)

Miss V