London Fashion Week

London Fashion Week

Hey Guys, it's Ronnie! My head has just grown so big this week, I can't fit through the blooming door. Reason why? I've been to London Fashion Week. TA-DA! Hope you're all proud of me.

 I was blessed of being asked to photograph at London Fashion Week. As part of Canon's 'Shoot The Show'. It was a huge chance to shoot for two big professional catwalk fashion shows. I photographed for OUTNET- an online store, and also a London fashion designer, Amanda Wakely. The huge event was on at Somerset House. At the event their was small pop up stores, runway, food and other bloggers that were all here for the same purpose- FASHION!
I felt so posh, strutting my stuff around London. Shaking it on down, me and my little starbucks. Oh Yeah!

As always I have struggled with what to wear. I borrowed one of my girlfriend's dresses. She got it from missguided.co.uk. It was a gorgeous blue dress. It was brand new and she didn't even wear it yet. And so ladies, if you want to borrow your mates dress, just throw in some puppy dog eyes, and bring her a bottle of vino and she will stroke your back.  Here is a little picture of me with my weird outfit. I wore a pink biker jacket from Riverisland, That borrowed blue dress, black biker boots and the a black bag too (not photographed).

SELFIE SELFIE SELFIE
(Photographed at 4am)

While their we also had a talk by the infamous Tony Wellington, a Fashion Photographer. He gave us a small insight into his chaotic and demanding world of being a fashion photographer. He didn't tell us about techniques, compositions or style but he told us in depth the personal side of meeting clients needs, blagging most of his shoots and the idea of "Not being a nice photographer".I thought his presentation gave an insight into what university really doesn't teach you in the course. Its a matter of getting out their and developing yourself as a character and then as a photographer. 

When photographing the catwalks, I didn't realise how fast paced and short the shows were. I had to find a great spot- preferable the middle of the pit. I wanted my photographs to be how I saw in the magazines. I wanted the models gazes to be starring almost straight into the lens. However, their were so many other photographers pursuing the same vision as me. It was a small battle to get the right view, my lens on peoples shoulders, bumping heads and being too close to comfort with strangers,random men's crotches on my booty, I didn't know where to look or to stand! Fashion Photography isn't as glamorous as you would think. Other photographers were swearing at each other, and shoving, the odd girls making rude remarks- It's a tough world.
Couldn't believe how many bitches were their though. I was outstanded by the amount of testosterone from these women! 

Technical Side- I worked in manual setting. It took a lot of thought as to what sort of settings I would need. The lights were dim. The models walked fast, and I had a long 200mm lens. I worked with ISO 800 f/s 4.5 and a shutter speed of 1/500.

I didn't get the chance to edit my images. In the real world, photographers would have to upload and send their images in less than 30-40 mins straight after the shoot to editors, magazines etc. This was the fastest selection of images I have ever worked with.

A Big Thank you to Canon.
Models were absolutely stunning and a pleasure to photograph and the clothes have won me over!



I hope you've enjoyed them!
Thank you 

xxx

 

Greetings.

Hi guys!

It's been a while hey? So since I haven't posted in so so long I thought I'd give you all a quick catch up .

I finished my first year of uni at the end of May! So I moved back home, and to the comfort of my mum and dad's house, where my pots were cleaned, pants were washed and makeup wipes picked up off the floor (such a bad daughter) And I thought to myself, what do I do with my Summer?

I thought of the endless possibilities: shopping, luxury days out, cocktails day and night. And then I remembered, I just spent the last of my student loan putting a deposit down on my new house. I needed a job.

Turns out I got one within a week of moving back to the bright lights of Leicester! I landed myself a bar job at the swanky Terrace Champagne and Cocktail bar in the city centre, so that's all well and good...£6.34 an hour for 14 hours a week. I was rolling in it, except there was one problem...I worked unsocial hours every Friday and Saturday. So goodbye social life!

However, it wasn't all doom and gloom...I was still able to go out, listen to music and have a drink at 3am whilst being paid to do so! Not too shabby at all, but there was a downside; I cannot stand overly drunk people #barstaffproblems sob sob sob.

It was soon July and results day, and typically the university website crashed meaning it took hours for me to find out my results (it's 2014, sort out your technology world!) When I was finally able to log on, I admit I wasn't happy with my results...I received a 2:1 which is brilliant! But I failed an essential module which meant I couldn't progress on to the second year without retaking a passing. Anyone that knows me knows how much I struggle with exams and the pressure they create, meaning that I inevitably do badly in them (proven in both my GCSE's and A-Levels) I had some work to do.

Fortunately for me, the exam was open book and could be done in my own time. So it took a weeks worth of sitting down and cracking on with it to do the best I could possibly do on this exam...and it worked! I achieved over 70% in both parts of the retake meaning a 1st! the downside, retakes are capped at 40%...bugger.

BUT I got back into uni and here I am now...sitting in my new house listening to Sigma's new one, you know...the one that features Paloma Faith..whilst a guy paints our kitchen.

The house was a struggle too (nothing ever goes swimmingly does it?) Typical student landlords, poo brown walls and mould. Luckily, I know people in law and we successfully scared seven shades of shit out of the landlord, and now our place is heavenly....for a student let in the middle of Stoke-on-Trent anyway.

I'm going on....
Speak soon,
E x

"Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable." – Wizard of Oz

Hey Guys, Ronnie here,

So Today, It is Ellie and Joe's Three Year Anniversary...
Congratulations!

I've watched my best friend's relationship with Joe bloom over the years. I remember when they first started seeing each other! Of course, I had to do the best friend duty of the 'Seal of approval'.
When I first met Joe, he definitely met many of my expectations of what Ellie needed/wanted. But don't be fooled, I'm still waiting for him to tick certain boxes till he reaches the 10/10 approval, Even after three years. Mwu Ha Ha! 
I've always been envious of Ellie and her tight relationship with her boyfriend. They have been through the typical ups and downs. In my eyes, it has made them both even stronger than ever.

Give me some tips Ellie! *Bows Down*

For the viewers that are wondering about my own love life? Non-existent.
 I've always asked Ellie's advice at how she has kept her sparkle in the relationship. I think personally, God planted the good seed in her life.
For all of you single-tons out there, I feel your pain. For most of us modern day singles, we are awkwardly venturing onto the cyber dating world. The disasters of finding a decent profile pictures and the cringe worthy biographies. Yes! This picture shows I am constantly happy, Yes this photograph shows I have a social life. Yes this photograph really shows my extensive range of hobbies. I ask myself, Am I interesting?, Am I sexy? Am I cool? No Ronnie. Just try and be yourself.
To be honest most of the guys in the UK just message you for "Would you like some fun?",
Play Dumb Girls and delete!
So as I am writing this blog out, Listening to Taylor Swift album, hairbrush in my hand and wearing my biggest pants I could find. It's hard to cheer yourself up. Waiting all night for a blooming miracle. It's hard to be content in yourself when you feel something is missing.

Nostalgia always kicks in. I think I've only been in love once. I met him when I just turned eighteen years old. I was in the the most popular nightclub in my city. I looked across the room, I caught him starring at me. I was wearing this fabulous orange beach dress, with some gold strappy heels. At the time I thought I had a wardrobe malfunction, my makeup wasn't incredible, but he seemed to think different!  I didn't think much of him at the time. Eventually he tracked me down on Facebook. On our first date, we blossomed into something more than what I ever expected. Unfortunately after over an incredible year and a half, he fell out of love.
It's sad to say "Honey, this is life!", but girls you have got to pick yourselves back up and keep moving. These key moments in our lives result in creating ourselves as better people. We need experiences, relationships to understand. People come and go out of our lives. I hold no grudges anymore, Just more love.

To finish off, the best advice Ellie has given me about love is...

"Don't search for it."  


Thank you Readers xxx

Kasabian Summer Solstice

Hey everyone! 

Sorry I haven't been blogging much, I've just been so busy with my new job, university summer homework etc. So, on the 21st of July I attended a much needed mini- festival. Kasabian, for the first time ever played in our home town, Leicester. I've been waiting for almost ten years for this to actually happen, and they didn't disappoint. Actually that was a lie... I was too fucking drunk to remember. I couldn't even hear the music but I was dancing- badly. I'm not much of puller, but I pulled too. Unfortunately, he never called back-Awkward... I'm not naming and shaming readers!

So back to the topic at hand...
This was actually my first mini music festival and I was stuck on what to wear and also strapped for cash. I pulled my wardrobe doors back- gazed along the long lines of history of memories... that dress I wore to my first house party... Christmas in that top... those jeans my dog peed on... Hmmm. I wanted to look bright, colourful and to stand out from the crowd.
I mixed up my little concoction from clothes I already had. I followed on trends the colour blocks and clashes.
I wore a purple chiffon skirt from River Island from a couple years back, I paired this up with a Yellow crop top from Topshop, and my White Dr Martens. I didn't know what accessories to wear but I thought stick with the bright colour theme. I got a flowered headband from Claire's Accessories, and a Blue Tassel bag from River Island to create a bright, bold, festival fevered look. It just goes to show that you don't need to keep buying, have a rummage girls and bash it all together!


Ronnie

xoxoxo

Ruby.

Today is my mum and dad's Ruby wedding anniversary, and if you're not familiar with years connected to precious stones and metals...they've been married 40 years. 

I've grown up in a generation where sadly, a lot of people my age live in single/divorced parent families, so I consider myself to be incredibly lucky to have both of my parents still together. 

I've been with my other half for three years and that feels like such a long time, but forty years is a whole lot longer, it's beautiful that two people can still love each other as much as the day they met. 

My parent's were my age when they married, twenty years old. I can't imagine being married at this age. 

My parents are the perfect example of true love. They show you don't need to always hold hands in public or kiss hello or goodbye. The love is there for everyone to see with a simple look or smile. It has become clear to me over the past week just how much they adore each other. 

On Monday, my dad was admitted to A&E (for reasons I won't go in to) and as I arrived at the bay he was in, I could see the look of pure fear in my mum as she struggled to realise that her husband was sat there. Tears in her eyes, blotchy red chest and no smile, all my dad had to do was just smile or wink at her and you could see the fear weaken inside her. 

My sister Kelly and I struggled to come up with ideas of what we could get them to celebrate today, that was until I was speaking with my mum and she sadly said 'I won't get a cake for my anniversary' and there it was, the idea. We were left a little broke after buying the cake and I was left tired after sneaking around trying to transport the cake to my gran's house to home without my mum knowing what I was doing, and only a provisional driving licence in my purse. 

40 years, 14 609,688 days and still going strong. 

I love you mum and dad. 

E x 

Travel bucks.

As I arrived home from university for the summer, I had one thing floating around in my mind..'how do I survive off £25 a month?' 

I can't. It's impossible. 

Being the 20 year old, bus travelling, pauper student, £4.20 day pass person I am it's impossible to make £25 stretch over seven days. 

With the rugby season over, I was left without a job. Without a job and without eye candy rugby players. As you would have seen from Ronnie's previous post, we are planning on travelling the world. 2017 is our year. But saving money from such little a weekly budget is proving difficult. 

But alas! After applying for copious job applications I found myself once again employed...Ellie is once again 'Ellie- queen of the bar' 

As happy as I am, I'm still not 100% sure I can make this happen when I pay £65 a week rent plus bills, tv licence, wifi and food shopping. 

I guess I could become 'Ellie- dog walking extraordinaire' or 'Ellie- princess of the car boot' 

It will happen, it will happen. 

E x

Soon To Be Globe Trotters

This week, Ellie and I delved into our minds on what we could do with ourselves. Of course, It's always been the most unreasonable and most expensive option, give or take the Mc Donald's infamous toffee sundae. As we soaked up the sun in a 03 Plate Ford Ka, contemplating how to make our lives that more purposeful and important, well we decided...

I've always been a big traveler. I love embarking on the unknown, preferably some where hot with a glass of wine. I turned to Ellie with a huge smile on my face, "Let's go travelling!" I shouted.
Myself and Ellie went to Greece one summer for a week. A small, quaint island called Kefalonia. I knew we could handle each others' company for maybe even 3 months! Great. I have my best friend, the sunshine, and oh wait... pittance.
Our minds pondered the imaginary blue oceans, the impeccable beaches, and our own fond thought of us with fabulous golden tans. *Burst Bubble* Wait... One problem- Money.
Back to reality, we both worked out the costs of a package deal to go travelling, estimation of around 2k-3k each...

Question... Where are we going to find this money?

So Ellie and I have decided to set a realistic goal. We need to save the money, cut down on silly shopping and expensive nights out. We have also started to planning to create paintings, selling our unwanted goods at car boots and also sacrificing some of our own social time. I think this will be worth it!

2017 Here we come!