NEW research has shown taking an aspirin a day could double the survival chances of many cancer sufferers.
Monday, 28 September 2015
Miracle drug? An aspirin a day could double survival chances of cancer sufferers
NEW research has shown taking an aspirin a day could double the survival chances of many cancer sufferers.
How to recover from London Fashion week? At The Dorchester, naturally.
London fashion week this year was unusual. For those of you that work in soho, I think you'd have another word entirely to describe the move of the fashion tribe into the area. I imagine it's not a very nice word.
London Fashion Week, of course, moved from the beautiful and elegant Somerset House to the rather gritty and slightly over-sexualised Soho. Yes, that is an accurate description from someone who was trying desperately to find spaces to film that didn't have sex shops in the background. Not very on brand if you know what I mean. But then again, Soho has its charm. It's a "real" look at London and a place I spent nearly a decade partying like there was no end in sight to my twenties. This is the place to go out, meet up and have a blast of a night. It is not, however, anywhere I would have suggested as a place for fashion week.
While many of us thought the week was crazy enough at Somerset house, crazy town hit new heights on Brewer street where near on hourly I feared for men and women's lives as they darted out into traffic to be shot by a street style photographer, or at least try to attract one. By day five, I was exhausted- as is usually the case when you are spending 14+ hours a day running around to shows and working on various partnerships. Hey, first world problems right?
So what's a girl to do? Well, when your best friend also works in the industry, you make a plan of recovery. We had one day before I was flying off to Milan Fashion Week and she (she being Mademoiselle Robot) was starting a new project. It was our first day off in as long as I can remember. It's been a busy time, what can I say?
We made a decision to indulge and when such a decision is made a consensus must be reached on where such an activity would take place. Enter The Dorchester. Now it must be said that the two of us have been known to just stop by for coffee at The Dorchester. And I've never really understood why more people don't do this. Costs the same as Starbucks, yet you have the beautiful atmosphere of fragrant floral arrangements, luxury loungers and supremely friendly staff. As we are "regulars"- because we like to pretend we are really important people occasionally- we decided to make The Dorchester our recovery room for the day.
Breakfast was planned in The Grill at the Dorchester. And you can imagine the carb fest that took place. Waffles were had. Oh wait, I do that pre fashion week as well. Whoops. I'm so not fashion crowd worthy. But waffles at The Grill are a treat- a perfectly sweet sensation.
After "waffling" about, the real mind, body and spirit recovery started. We made our way down to the spa for a few hours of treatment and talking. Our gossip sessions are truly just as therapeutic as any proper mental assistant I've ever seen offered. The treatment was one I needed to help combat the frown and worry lines accumulated over LFW. A few designers had me seriously digging in with the confused wrinkles mid forehead as well. Let's just say there were a few rather interesting moments this season. So a Valmont facial sorted me right out in helping to rehydrate and reenergise some rather grey looking skin. If you guys haven't tried these products (not to mention the custom facial at The Dorchester), you are truly missing out. I'm pretty much obsessed with the results and the scent is damn near heavenly. Is it wrong I wanted to sniff my own face for the rest of the day? Apologies to those around me on the tube wondering why I was taking so many deep breaths on the way home. Not a mental case- was just having a public love affair with my face cream.
Post facial, MR and I were having a good goss in the relaxation room when we were so rudely interrupted by the business of blogging. Yup- work calls. We had plans of spending hours alternating between green tea and champagne sips. Then there were the plans to take advantage of the sauna and the delicious candy like creation that is the manicure room. Or maybe a blow out in the Carol Joy salon (more on that later). Alas, our work life had other plans.
However, I'd say four hours of LFW recovery in one of London's most celebrated luxury hotels did go a long way in allowing us to see sense again. We are such crazy cows aren't we?
London Fashion Week, of course, moved from the beautiful and elegant Somerset House to the rather gritty and slightly over-sexualised Soho. Yes, that is an accurate description from someone who was trying desperately to find spaces to film that didn't have sex shops in the background. Not very on brand if you know what I mean. But then again, Soho has its charm. It's a "real" look at London and a place I spent nearly a decade partying like there was no end in sight to my twenties. This is the place to go out, meet up and have a blast of a night. It is not, however, anywhere I would have suggested as a place for fashion week.
While many of us thought the week was crazy enough at Somerset house, crazy town hit new heights on Brewer street where near on hourly I feared for men and women's lives as they darted out into traffic to be shot by a street style photographer, or at least try to attract one. By day five, I was exhausted- as is usually the case when you are spending 14+ hours a day running around to shows and working on various partnerships. Hey, first world problems right?
So what's a girl to do? Well, when your best friend also works in the industry, you make a plan of recovery. We had one day before I was flying off to Milan Fashion Week and she (she being Mademoiselle Robot) was starting a new project. It was our first day off in as long as I can remember. It's been a busy time, what can I say?
We made a decision to indulge and when such a decision is made a consensus must be reached on where such an activity would take place. Enter The Dorchester. Now it must be said that the two of us have been known to just stop by for coffee at The Dorchester. And I've never really understood why more people don't do this. Costs the same as Starbucks, yet you have the beautiful atmosphere of fragrant floral arrangements, luxury loungers and supremely friendly staff. As we are "regulars"- because we like to pretend we are really important people occasionally- we decided to make The Dorchester our recovery room for the day.
Breakfast was planned in The Grill at the Dorchester. And you can imagine the carb fest that took place. Waffles were had. Oh wait, I do that pre fashion week as well. Whoops. I'm so not fashion crowd worthy. But waffles at The Grill are a treat- a perfectly sweet sensation.
After "waffling" about, the real mind, body and spirit recovery started. We made our way down to the spa for a few hours of treatment and talking. Our gossip sessions are truly just as therapeutic as any proper mental assistant I've ever seen offered. The treatment was one I needed to help combat the frown and worry lines accumulated over LFW. A few designers had me seriously digging in with the confused wrinkles mid forehead as well. Let's just say there were a few rather interesting moments this season. So a Valmont facial sorted me right out in helping to rehydrate and reenergise some rather grey looking skin. If you guys haven't tried these products (not to mention the custom facial at The Dorchester), you are truly missing out. I'm pretty much obsessed with the results and the scent is damn near heavenly. Is it wrong I wanted to sniff my own face for the rest of the day? Apologies to those around me on the tube wondering why I was taking so many deep breaths on the way home. Not a mental case- was just having a public love affair with my face cream.
Post facial, MR and I were having a good goss in the relaxation room when we were so rudely interrupted by the business of blogging. Yup- work calls. We had plans of spending hours alternating between green tea and champagne sips. Then there were the plans to take advantage of the sauna and the delicious candy like creation that is the manicure room. Or maybe a blow out in the Carol Joy salon (more on that later). Alas, our work life had other plans.
However, I'd say four hours of LFW recovery in one of London's most celebrated luxury hotels did go a long way in allowing us to see sense again. We are such crazy cows aren't we?
The Denim Dress
As I mentioned last week Im totally digging blue denim. This lil' shirt dress has been one of my favourite purchases as of late as Im so in love with it's relaxed style. It feels very structured and sort of industrial in a bit of a work wear type of way... I cant really explain what I mean by this at all though. I've honestly been wracking my brain for the right expression but it just isnt coming to me! Regardless, this is my current favourite outfit, just a simple pairing of leather and denim and that Fedora.
Also kicking it old school with the white wall backgrounds. I thought it might just add a little bit of difference between some of the outdoor-sy type shots with some interior ones. Although Jon shot these ones I might start self shooting a few in my new flat as I actually have space to do it myself again!
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Sunday, 27 September 2015
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Quick & Easy Vegan Pho
Serves 2/3
For the Broth:
4 Cloves
4 Star Anise
4 Cardamon Pods
2-3 Cloves of Garlic
1 Onion, Chopped
6-8 cups of vegetable broth (you can use a stock cube if you prefer)
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200g Rice Noodles (approx 100g cooked per person for main meal, 50g for a lighter one)
4 Spring Onions Chopped
2 Handfuls of Beansprouts
Handful of Coriander
1-2 Cloves of Garlic
Fried Onions (these can be found near the salad dressing normally)
1 Lime
Optional
Fresh chopped Chilli
Handful of Thai Basil
Handful of Mint
Sriracha
Hoisin Sauce
How To:
In a large pot slowly heat up and dry roast the spices until they are fragrant and aromatic, making sure not yo burn them. Then add the stock, onions, garlic and bring to a boil, then simmer for 30 minutes. Strain the broth using a sieve to get out all the onion, garlic and spices to be left with a fragrant soup broth.
Cook rice noodles as per instructions on the packet and drain. Assemble bowls with cooked noodles, beansprouts, fried onions, coriander, garlic and scallions. When ready to eat, pour over hot broth and eat immediately. Add chilli, Sriracha or Hoisin as desired.
(You can of course add meat if you choose to, or even things like mushrooms and tofu to bulk out the soup a little bit, but I personally just like it with the noodles!)
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