27/02/2012

topshop: sisters of the new moon

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I was very kindly given a £15 Topshop voucher for Christmas, and decided that yesterday was the day to spend it. Knowing full well that you can't get any item of clothing for under £15 in Topshop, I headed straight over to the make-up counter and picked out this pretty package of lipstick fun.

'Crystal,' part of the Sisters of the New Moon range, is a translucent glittery pink lip tint which feels more like a balm than a lipstick on application; fantastic for anyone as heavy-handed as me, as it just glides on beautifully. And here's the fun part - it 'reacts to your skin to create a unique pink shade.' Now, I don't know if that's true, but I do know that this colour suits me more than any of my other lip colours, and that I bloody love it. It's perfect for day time as it won't make you look like a try-hard harlot in your 9am literature class nor will it take three hours, lipliner, a lip brush and lots of blotting to get the perfect pout when you really should be running for that bus.

It's just the perfect pink pout. And it looks so pretty in the tube.

14/02/2012

Valentines in Venice


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I had been to Venice once before, as part of a drunken, decadent and debauched interrailing trip with my best friend at the height of summer. Our Venice was spent wandering around the tiny deserted streets at 2am trying to find the hostel after we'd missed our train and arrived hours later than expected, sitting on the ground in the middle of Piazza San Marco smoking shoddily made rollies, drinking too many tequilas on the beach at Lido, eating the best pizza I've ever had (to this day!) and trying to ignore our hostel proprietor's insanely long coke nail.

Needless to say, a romantic trip to Venice two years later was dramatically different. The sheer beauty of Venice wasn't lost on me the first time around, but seeing it without the mild permanent hangover haze and tired, frazzled edges you acquire after weeks of travelling definitely made a difference.

The beauty and magic of Venice hangs heavy in the air, so much so that it's hard to believe you're in a real, living, working, breathing city and not a film set. With the turn of every corner you're confronted with some kind of beautiful architecture, whether that be a grand Gothic church or a romantically dilapidated apartment building, with cast iron balconies and gorgeous green shutters. In terms of comparison and competition, Paris is the only other city that comes close in my experience, but its beauty and majesty is beaten hands down by the canals and waterways of Venice, the beautiful, ornate bridges, the gondolas, the vaparettos, the somehow more palpable sense of history and the fact that every single restaurant seems to offer a caraffe of wine for around the €10 mark. Plus, the compactness of Venice and the complete lack of cars and roads lend it a certain feeling of detachment from reality; in fact it almost feels like a place neglected by time, which to the visitor, makes it a true escape.

And, it's no secret Italian red wine is my favourite.