I’ve been on holiday, but the allotment isn’t taking any down time at the moment – despite some very chilly days last week, buds are bursting on the fruit trees, the spring cabbages under nets are swelling and tiny radish seedlings are getting bigger by the day.
The weeds are also flourishing – my plot is [...]
I’m not overwhelmingly interested in celebrity dressing. Is anyone, really? The rounds of premieres, awards-shows and television appearances are relentless – every country has its own launch for a film, a television programme, a magazine, a cereal. And every launch has an outfit. Bar a few celebrities with emblematic style (Kate Moss) or hefty endorsement deals (Jennifer Lawrence in Dior, obviously), what they wear is mostly forgettable. Just like so much of fashion today is forgettable. There’s a surfeit of stuff. Most of it is anodyne, rehashed, dull and unnecessary. Why would I be interested in that?
Arsenal put in a storming end to last season to secure Champions League football but this time around they are losing momentum at just the wrong time.
Since my last blog I’ve made it through Romania, Bulgaria and Turkey, marking the end of the European leg of my journey.
I’m against Manchester United in tonight’s Manchester derby. It’s not just a perception that David Moyes’ men are having a rough old time of it against top teams – it’s backed up by the statistics.
Hailed by the publishing cognoscenti as ‘the French Harry Potter’, the six books in the Oksa Pollock series have gained millions of teenage fans worldwide. But the books would never have made it into print were it not for the determination of co-authors Anne Plichota and Cendrine Wolf, who self-published the first Oksa installment in 2007.
Our spring/summer 2014 men’s fashion edition of The Independent magazine – published today – really began a year ago: on the first day of the Paris collections, in the Gagosian gallery in Le Bourget, on the very outskirts (and then some) of the city. Way out there, Raf Simons showed a menswear collection soundtracked and influenced by the late eighties/early nineties house music genre known as Gabba. The collection comprised of sportswear, but not as we’d seen it before: torsos elongated, shorts abbreviated and adidas trainers jacked up on ginormous platform soles like Michael Alig’s Club Kids.
Sometimes a single game can turn a season around – look what followed Aston Villa’s 4-1 win against Norwich – and there are reasons for thinking that at a shade of odds on Manchester United are a good bet to beat West Ham on Saturday.
Our inner cave men and women ache for risk, danger and adventure. When we find it, the payoff is a huge, satisfying mood boost. My inner Cave Lady craves adventure. And that’s why I spent last weekend in North Wales.
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