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a post is in the pipeline. detailing my weekend of surreal, lovely, bizarre, at times unsavoury but then at times completely perfect shenanigans.

i leave you with a teeny tiny idea of the look I wore to the Topshop Unique show. a head shot just to show my hair and new red lipstick (that I splashed out on this weekend). this was after not only a day of show watching, in depth blogger discussing, strawberry beer sipping, but also a long stint on the bus back home. umm, niice!

i've worn the lippie everyday since; I shall shamelessly admit it's the single track road to making you feel like jen brill and adding a sufficient interest to a perfectly drab outfit. infact bizarrely all it took was a trip to london and about 24 hours for me to find a look for spring 2009 that I'm rather in love with. a channelling of beatniks and old school tomboys in cashmere polonecks, simple v neck pullovers, tights and a regression back to flats along with a new subtle snakeskin skirt (more on this all later) and a track jacket which I'm still feeling my way with. and not forgetting my clubmaster glasses.

81 OSCARs and one bedsheet

Let's not beat about the bush, where the recession is concerned, celebrities are getting hit big time. the OSCARS are approaching but instead of appointment books filled with A List fittings, tumbleweeds have rolled across the showrooms of Chanel, Dior, Valentino and Armani Prive. Temperley and Marchesa have had not a dot. With no business celebrity stylists have taken to the streets, I noticed Rachel Zoe crouched over a paper cup and cardboard sign the other day. Her pennypiping wasn't quite up to scratch though. In the absence of a dress budget, Kate Winslet, Angelina Jolie, Anne Hathaway, Penelope Cruz and Freida Pinto have all been experimenting with crepe paper and sequins. Sharon Stone has been tearing her hair out remembering the days when she could afford that famous GAP ensemble.

Clealy time is not on their side with the ceremony five days away. But luckily I have some solutions to help. All these stars will need is a bedsheet. And possibly some dye if their purses will allow. "But we'll all look the same!?" I hear them shriek. Oh ladies, ladies. Where is the creativity, the imagination! Between you you've thrown yourself into roles about concentration camp guards, destructive addicts and mental patients (and that's without even getting started on Anne Hathaway..) where is your vision? A bedsheet is the most versatile garment of all and I'll show you the options..

where's the wang revolution?

There is a noticeably special buzz surrounding the fall 2009 shows this week, and I should think it'll extend right through until the end of the new collections when Paris Fashion week draws to a close at the start of March.

It's a "this year is different" mentallity and an excitement and overdue need to see some new trends. I'm craving looks that are more refined and slick; more Jil Sander than Alexander Wang, something I've spoken about in a a couple of previous posts.

Having said this, I waited for the Alexander Wang Fall 2009 with baited breath, waiting to see if ironically he was in the same mood. Would he steer away from the leathery sheen of his grunge luxe or would be press on with his typical aesthetic of droppy tee shirts and cutaway sex?

I must say, I was a little disappointed, because although glad to see him embracing a more grown up look, the collection didn't feel enough of a departure from his previous and I was hoping for more of a progression to promise that the Alexander Wang look has longivity. Though that CFDA/Vogue fashion fund along with the show's presence of big time influencers Anna Wintour and Phillip Green should be enough to promise a sustained future.

So in conclusion, the collection didn't quite do it for me, I was hoping for a more of a covered up look, with those black maxi skirts I've been speaking of; I'd love to see Wang come up with a new take on conservative. Instead with hemlines shortcoming and more slits in leggings, the front row which housed Jen Brill, Julia Restoin-Roitfeld, Roisin Murphy, Zoe Kravitz, Vanessa Traina [and bizarrely Sarah Jessica Parker who I would never have down as a Wang groupie] seemed a more promising breeding ground of new ideas.

pics jak and jil, style.com, fashionista, wireimage

Why February wins the title of Red Carpet Season.

Of all the months, February always had a hard time growing up. The smallest since the start, February has had to deal with the post Christmas slump, forever standing in the shadow of December, a month of sheer extravagance.

Luckily for February, the Fashion world took mercy and crowned it the unofficial Red Carpet season. A bit of a kick in the baubles for December; February marks a short and sweet month of ultimate fashion calendar decadence. The OSCARs, BAFTAs, Grammys, four Fashion Weeks and Elle Style Awards are all crammed into twenty eight days, so it's no wonder that this month is the cause of much excitement for the fashion blogging community.

Tonight sees the start of the stylish festivities as Brits can combat Sunday night blues by tuning into the BAFTAs (from 8pm on BBC2 and then from 9pm from BBC1) to tut and coo in all the right places as wonderous creations (and alas, those that should never have been allowed to see the light of day) are let out to glide around London's Royal Opera House.

Next up are the ELLE Style Awards which take place tomorrow night and we'll all have to wait and wonder just what will Host Ms Alexa Chung wear?

Let's cross our fingers for some nutriously stylish attire, let of the Valentino and more of the Peter Pilotto, please.