leap anywhere

here's just a little snapshot of the leap anywhere launch, which happened last night. leap anywhere is all about having a good time, while doing good.

the event can only be described as the most eccentric house party you can imagine, with outfits ranging from the fabulously extreme (there was one particularly snappy vintage leapord print catsuit on display) to the downright absurd (ladies dressed in lettuce bikinis). i'm so sad i didn't have my camera with me as i would have loved to photograph all of the outfits!

guests were invited to shop in the oxfam shop and be styled by an oxfam stylist (i fell in love with a supersize black bow hat, but was informed by my good friend matthew that it was a little too 'dynasty' for daywear. killjoy). there was also a table tennis tournament (apparently zoe salmon is a dab hand at the fast-paced game), a hot tub and a crepe stand, no less.

live music kept the crowd dancing all night - i left around 11pm but apparently the party went on until 3am with jade jagger, tamsin egerton, louise roe and co. all having an amazing time.

find out more about leap anywhere here... http://www.leapanywhere.com/home/homepage

last night

had lots and lots of fun at the TreeHouse Ambition gig at koko last night, with a performance from the fabulous Ladyhawke, DJ set from Mr Mark Ronson and a guest appearance from one of my favourite writers - Nick Hornby!

Ladyhawke's set was great and had everybody dancing. i especially liked her oversized denim waistcoat which was just the right side of hillbilly.

personal highlight was Ronson's opener - a customised version of Duran Duran's 'Rio' which went a little like this...

his name is ronson and he mixes with both hands

overall we had an amazing evening for a great cause
http://www.treehouse.org.uk/

every park should have it's own llama

this little beauty was grazing in regent's park, where his owner was charging unsuspecting sun-worshippers £2 for a photo. ror that price, he did offer customers a loan of his hat, so i guess it was worth it.

all clubs should have statement walls

for photo opps, of course

music, drinking, sequinned waistcoats, dancing, pinâtas... it seems it all got a little too much for one stylish stag & dagger goer. note that the poor little poppet removed her geek-chic glasses for a time-out amidst all of the commotion at the shoreditch festival organised by vice magazine. at least she kept her brogues on...

very personal training? no thanks

Is it just me, or does anyone else get really irritated by personal trainers when they're trying to work out? This morning, for example, my nice, not-too-tough not-too-easy workout was ruined by one such 'Very Personal Trainer' (the words on his t-shirt, not mine). There I was, minding my own business, vibrating away on the Powerplates after a 5k run, only to be ambushed by said VPT. The conversation went a little like this...

VPT: Are you new here?

(ouch)

Me: No, I've actually been a member for about 5 months...

VPT: And hows the training going?

Me: Yeah, okay.

(Interesting response, seeing as I'm not actually training for anything)

VPT: Well I used to train professional figure skaters and could work out a training programme for you if you like?

Me: Umm...

VPT: Or a nutrition programme...?

(read: diet)

Me: Oh...

VPT: Here, I'll give you my card, let me know if you're interested.

Me: Okay, thanks.

Thanks!? Thanks for giving me your business card whilst I'm on a vibrating plate, wearing all spandex and without pockets.

Thanks for approaching me whilst I'm hot, sweaty and have never felt less like meeting a VPT.

Thanks for telling me I don't come to the gym enough, that I ought to be training for something (who knows what...figure skating perhaps?) and that I need a nutrition programme.

Yeah, thanks a lot.

there are not enough wig shops in the world

How fun is this wig shop in North London? I say fun because it was daylight when I spotted it, I imagine the sight of a window-full of heads might terrify me after dark.