Remember the Barbie Home? I guess it has had various incarnations over the years but many of us will remember the Barbie Dream House as the ultimate home. The modern ones (I’m talking 90s here, I think) even had an elevator. Fancy!
The AIA had a design competition to create the ultimate Barbie Dream House and, I’m guessing with me in mind, it was won by NYC architects Ting Li and Maja Paklar who came up with this….
Featuring a large entertaining space and chef’s open kitchen on the first floor the house also comes complete with an office, library and “meeting space” for all those important meetings we have. There is also a terrace on the second floor, a bedroom and an “inspiration room”. The roof has a green house and a landscaped garden and don’t forget those solar panels! Green!
A note from me…
Home is where the heart is they say, so as long as I’m near the dolls and Mr F, I can feel at home almost anywhere.
France feels very much like home. A lot more than where I was brought up in Yorkshire, say. But Glasgow was home for a long time and I have such amazing memories of my home in Paris (aka the Batcave). Last year my American friends made me feel very at home in California but I have never felt more at home in a new place than when I arrived in New York. More than anywhere I had ever been before, I felt right then and there if you told me I could never go home that it wouldn’t matter. I was home.
Egypt has been home, at this time of year, for the last few years and although it’s a hotel, it feels like a home.
The idea of “Going Home” is an odd one. We’re “going home” tomorrow. Not to BOTD Towers in the South of France but to a new(ish) home, for me and the dolls at least, in London.
A new chapter. A new adventure. Nothing is permanent. I’m a nomad Barbie boy at heart.
Now you may have noticed we’re still in Egypt which is bonkers as we should totally be at the Men’s London Collections.
I’ve been keeping up with what’s been going on but it would nice to have been on the front row making imaginary shopping lists.
Obviously top of the list would have to be Craig Green’s amazing plank headgear.
Practical. Chic. Eco friendly.
What’s not to love?
I’ve been a fan since his fringed pill box hats from last season…
Okay so it’s all a bit bonkers but I kinda love that.
There has been a lot of beautiful things on the runway already. A full review to follow I guess.
Inspired by the Spice Girls video for 2 Become 1, tonight. Until I just watched the video again, I had falsely remembered that it was set in London. I suddenly remembered the ice skating and thought, hang on, obviously that wasn’t Somerset House…
Anyway…. London feels very festive and I’m full of Christmas magic…
But it wouldn’t be BOTD if we didn’t have a sunny Christmas.
See you in the desert, doll lovers.
Rx Are you as good as I remember baby, get it on, get it on
‘Cause tonight is the night when two become one
I went along last night with my friend Kitty. Museums at night = FUN.
There were some amazing frocks on display. I loved the curation. The mannequins are displayed standing by or sitting on or reclining (did any of them recline? Not sure) in a salon setting along rows of seats laid out for a fashion show, complete with dress numbers and Réservé signs…
Much like this, from the BOTD archive…
The show would have been better with a leopard print carpet.
And more dolls…
That’s obviously me and Kitty sat down, working out how to make the couture gowns.
Except a) no sitting down allowed! Or eating! Or drinking! We were told as we entered the exhibition. It’s as if they’d seen us coming! I casually asked if we were allowed to try anything on. No laughs from security.
And b) turns out we didn’t need to work it out. There was a handy room explaining all the couture techniques, though not how to scale it down to miniature. But we love a challenge.
Anyway. If you like Valentino and or dresses then you will probably like it.
From the poster I kinda expected a room dedicated to his signature red dresses. No such luck. Good job I whipped up this little number…
Here’s a video about the exhibition…
And here is the trailer for The Last Emperor. If you can’t go see the show then you should deffo download this on iTunes as it is fantabulous! Plus all those red dresses make for festive viewing.
I don’t want to be a Baby about this, but sometimes you just don’t know what to wear for a night at the theatre.
Obv my default setting is Posh but sometimes if you want to be first in line for a gin and tonic an ice cream or even a Ginger ale in the interval, something more Sporty is appropriate to get to the front of the queue.
Or what about those tiger courts? Too Scary?
What are you guys up to later? Any plans? Anything? No?
This is literally what I am wearing for day one in London!
Do I fit in?
Do I look really “cool man cool” as my mum would say.
Is my hat brill?
I’m totes down with the kidz, right?
As Kate Moss once said to me on the bus,
Get the London look!
Am I so out of touch? Do I stand out that much? Have I been out of the big smoke too long?
Okay, Mossy, I better go shopping then.
So in case you didn’t get the memo. I’m heading to Londontown.
It’s winter all of a sudden here at BOTD Towers which means it’s time to pack our bags and head off on a winter trip.
Last year I did the BOTD USA Tour (mine and the dolls first time) and the dolls spent their second Christmas (my third.. Or was it fourth?) in Egypt.
Anyway. Egypt is on the cards again. Nothing says Christmas Day quite like going to the gym then lounging by the pool all day and popping out for a shish tawouk in the evening, if you know what I mean.
But first! London Baby. Time to check into the BOTD London office, hit up some Xmas parties and maybe look for a little work in January. Network network network, darlings!
As you know the dolls are used to wearing very little here on the Riviera, but as we discovered in Berlin last week, sometimes a little cover up is necessary. Everyone on Twitter is telling me how chilly it is. But with bikinis to pack for Egypt, bling to pack for festive parties and potential fashiony interview outfits to consider for January, our travel wardrobe is looking a little crazy…
Imagine squeezing all those boxes into that tiny wheely case!
They think it’s all over….
One last splash! Does it matter who won gold or silver last night in the diving? Even serious bulge watchers don’t learn their names. What matters is that Tom Daley came away from London 2012 with a medal. After all the hype and all the pressure. He got a medal! I was of course glued to the screen (!).
And now it’s all about the closing ceremony. A show to end all shows. A show to wipe the floor with the jubilee? A show to… Well I’m excited in case you can’t tell. I’m hoping for a recreation of the Spice Girls’ Who Do You Think You Are? video with Tom Daley playing Victoria Beckham and Mo Farah playing Scary.
Slam your body down and wind it all around
Today is a big day in Theatreland. And a big day in Spiceland.
The Fab Five are being reunited for the press launch of the jukebox musical, Viva Forever. I’m a massive Spice Girls fan and am too excited.
VB is flying in especially, forced by David who is secretly a huge musical fan. She was spotted in a cape at the airport looking quite fantabulous. The airport is my runway.
But what will the other Spicies be wearing for the launch? Famous for their individual styles to the extreme of becoming cartoon caricatures of themselves, the Girls are now Ladies and (for the most part) dress appropriately. Which is a bit sad, isn’t it? Because actually it means they all dress pretty much the same, in nice tailored outfits, nipped in at all the right places. It’s just that one of them just happens to have designed their look (I’m not talking about your collection for Next, Geri!) and the rest are in cheaper, less well cut knock off versions. Competitive dressing, much?
And speaking of competition, will they be able to stop scrapping for long enough to smile (not you, Victoria) for the cameras and praise Jennifer Saunders and (my new BFF) Judy Craymer for bringing their songs back from the dead to life in a musical theatre stylee.