Doing New Year in style.
The resolutions will have to wait.
Today is a day of rest. And if you’re as smart as us you will be doing it poolside.
Yes of course that’s a bottle of water, though we may have to order a Bloody Mary later on.
And yes, the flash has made Barbie’s bikini a little see through. But when you read our resolutions you will realise that this year is only going to get sexier.
Well a new arrival means a new look so this buggy just got a Pramjazzle™(my trademark isn’t actually confirmed yet but don’t go stealing my word!)
Yes a new baby has given me the opportunity to Pimp My Pram (TV show in the works so don’t even bother going to the networks trying to sell my ideas).
It seems like only 21 months ago that my buddy Callum was born and he has a little sister already! Hurrah. A girl! At last. All my friends have (beautiful) boys. But a girl at last! Someone to dress up. Someone to play Barbies with. Buy Barbies for….
It’s all too exciting!
Welcome to Barbie of the Day, Jess!
PS. When I come to the hospital this afternoon, you will be wearing this right, Tamsin?
When we left Edinburgh airport yesterday, the thermometer read 1 degree. One!
A few hours later and twenty something degrees warmer we’re home sweet home to the Côte d’Azur, stripping off our cashmeres and slipping into something a little more comfortable…
How glamorous is this shot?
It’s a blinged up version of something seen in the BOTD 2012 Calendar. Today’s the big day. My shoot with Annabelle Moller for BOTD 2013. The dolls are ready. Nails painted. Hair backcombed to within an inch of its life. Make up plastered and mascara flicked. Pyrotechnics? Quite possibly.
Something spooky is going on. Not with Heidi and her bodyguard. I would never suggest such a thing. But with BOTD. Where are the fashion week posts? The runway looks? The topless pictures of Princess Blowdry?
Answers on a postcard?
Or just answers and images next week? More likely.
I feel like I’ve been writing this post for months (because I have) and finally it’s here. This summer celebrates 30 years of Guess. It’s a funny old (not that 30 is old!!!) brand. Not somewhere I would race to for a pair of jeans or a gaudy handbag and yet Guess and Barbie of the Day have certain things in common. Obviously we don’t hit the Big 3-0 until next summer but in terms of image, the Guess aesthetic is actually pretty similar to BOTD. You could easily be forgiven for confusing a Guess ad campaign for a BOTD editorial spread in a magazine. The look is quite simple, Bigger is Better. It’s all about big hair, too much make up and pneumatic breasts.
Following in the footsteps of the ultimate doll Anna Nicole Smith, Claudia Schiffer has joined the likes of Naomi, Klara Wester, Eva Herzigova and erm, Paris Hilton as the face of Guess Jeans and has quite possibly never looked better.
Sugary sweet couture at BOTD today. With the hot weather it seems only appropriate to break out the ice cream shades to cool down. We saw Beyoncé in chocolate earlier in the week so how about some peaches and cream? Delicious!
Ta Dah! After a few hours in the chair in Kult, I’m back to blonde. In a big way. New look. New doll. New face shape. A bit horsey? A little bit SJP? I like it. She looks more like me, all thanks to the dust and Martini diet (if you get too hungry, just eat a little bit of rabbit).
What do you reckon?
Swishy! The perfect Jubilee blonde. Had to have my roots done, they looked terrible with my crown.
Yes, we’re heading back to Blighty. Leaving Amber in charge here at BOTD Towers. The Queen invited us over for a pre birthday treat (6 days, people!) so we’re all dolled up and ready to go. What do you think of our travelling outfit? Comfy! The runway is my catwalk.
My hair is shocking. I’ve been out all morning and can’t believe I haven’t been arrested by some sort of hair police. I totally forgot to book an appointment at Kult before we head away for the weekend so thought this may be my Jubilee look…
(Sponsorship? What sponsorship?)
Fortunately they have very kindly agreed to squeeze me in this evening so we won’t look too much of a hot mess on the plane tomorrow. I will try and tweet some before and afters unless the peroxide fumes render me tweetless.
“It’s great being blonde – with such low expectations it’s easy to impress.” So said the wise woman, Pamela Anderson and I couldn’t agree more. My hair has been all sorts of colours in my very fashionable life, including various shades of blonde but it was only last year when I decided to take the plunge (head first into a bucket of peroxide) and went very blonde very quickly that I suddenly felt people viewing me differently. Not helped that I’m a boy, over 6ft tall with a penchant for short shorts (I live in sunshineland by the beach! Obv wouldn’t wear them on a big red bus in Londontown) and we’ve already discussed the Jedward/Rihanna/Emeli Sandé issues. We judge. Of course we judge. It’s what we do. But specifically we judge hair colour and more specifically we judge blondes. Brassy, trashy, TOWIE, flashy. Classy? Well you know what, I don’t care. I work with one of the most iconic blondes of all time and her hair colour hasn’t stopped from choosing careers as diverse as school teacher, astronaut, president and er, mermaid. I think it’s absolutely true that we have more fun and that gentlemen prefer us. As Julie Burchill once wrote, “You’ve only got one life, you might as well live it as a blonde.”
Following this stellar advice, it’s time once again to head to the salon. A new look for the new season. My usual choices of Hitchcock blonde vs. Hollywood blonde have been shaken up by the wonderful people at Garnier who are releasing a range of British Blondes. Check out the video below to see these hot new shades and think about what might suit you and more importantly, me!
As my friend Dolly Parton once said to me, waiting for a bus, “I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.”