Once you go black, you never go back.

For all those revolting people who have minds that reside in the gutter, I'm talking about coffee!



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Black is definitely the way to go. I grew out of my 'I'll have a skinny latte' phase years ago so don't even start me on the 'soy vs dairy' debate. What a poor excuse for milk!!?!?! It tastes foul and smells even worse... I am gagging just thinking about it!



Cappuccino drinkers call it hardcore- but its just how I like it. Strong and thick and full of caffeine. The short black or espresso is an experience to behold. It takes a bit of getting used to but perseverance is the key with this one.

I have suffered through way too many horrific cups of bitter brown liquid from a place that rhymes with Car Sucks. It doesn't matter how much sugar you stir in, it still never agrees with the taste buds. Visiting this place has usually been at the point of absolute desperation for a little pick me up... It's like a hangover, I am only reminded of how bad it really is when I am in the middle of it.




North-South-East-West, I have been on the hunt for the best espresso money can buy.

Nude Espresso - 26 Hanbury St, London, E1






Starting with my favourite little East London spot for coffee (and warm choc chip cookies) is Nude Espresso. Of course it goes without saying that the treats are delicious, but what a great place to hang out! The vibe is chilled and the people are the epitome of trendy. I have been known to sit for several hours at a time perving on the cool kids cruising past.















Flat White - 17 Berwick St, London, W1

The 'flat white' I am told, like me, hails from the Antipodes.
It is prepared by pouring steamed milk from the bottom of a steaming pitcher over a single shot of espresso. Apparently it's different from a latte, but who really cares, all the awesome people drink black coffee!


This cafe I have only visited a few times, but my good friends swear by it for their morning coffee when doing the Central London hike.





Note- great art in a cafe makes for a heightened coffee experience. Tick!











Inspiral - 250 Camden High St, London, N1



This is for anyone who has wanted to turn totally hippy. A vegan cafe right in the heart of kooky Camden. Inspiral was one of my absolute favourite places to spend time when I lived up there. It's certainly provides a different vibe in comparison to the other places I have mentioned.



Definitely one to visit, even if it's just to admire the view of Camden Lock while you eat your delectable stuffed peppers!

Brew - 45 Northcote Rd, London, SW11






I discovered Brew through a fellow coffee lover from Australia whom I met in London.


Now, I have in the past been one to put Clapham and it's surrounding neighbourhoods down. No apologies there, it is what it is... But if you need a coffee to make your experience in Clapham a little less dull (and lets face it, you will need something) the Brew is the place for you.

The Breakfast Club, 33 D'arblay St, London, W1

LOVE LOVE LOVE! Apart from yellow being my second favourite colour and the 80's film being totes amazing, The Breakfast Club in Soho is never short of good looking people drinking good looking coffee. Oh and the food is to die for. YUMMMMMM!!!!!!

siggie longlegs - London coffee house slut

Like mother like daughter

My beautiful Mama is known for not leaving the house without her lips painted in an eye catching shade of red or pink.

Is it possible that I have inherited the love of lipstick? Or maybe I like drawing attention to my mouth? Or is it just that I can't stop purchasing amazing Mac lipsticks?

I have broken so many colour rules for a fair skinned freckled lass...

- russian red -

This is the colour I pick when I want to make men go weak at the knees with every word I say. You must, above all else, ooze confidence when wearing a fire-engine red. The hue of passion and sensuality.

- vegas volt-


My favourite colour for Spring. It's warm, cute and feminine. I have matching earrings that I like to whip out to team with this shade. It's for the days when I don't require as much punch as a brighter colour.





















- snob -


Ok so I will admit that yes I did buy the colour inspired by Paris Hilton. But a girl has to have a more neutral tone of lippy for the days when a smoky eye is needed.

It's like not wearing lipstick at all... at least I know it's there.






















- violetta -

A make up artist I worked with once told me that she thinks I am the only person who can carry off this colour. I beg to differ. This is another lipstick that is mainly about having the balls to wear it!
I bought it on a -19 degree day in Prague, Czech Republic. It makes me feel like a punk ice queen and I love it!

- girl about town -




I have never been a huge fan of any shade of pink but you have got to love this 'look at moi' colour! Lovely and glossy and bright, for the days when I feel like being a barbie doll ditz.













- morange -

This stunner was my first purchase almost 2 years ago.
I hunted around for this colour for SO long and when I finally found it at Mac I fell in love. Such a good summer colour which I will buy time after time! I wear it when I want to be the centre of attention... Needless to say it's running out!











The real thing.







Where to next? I was thinking maybe a deep burgundy. A good one for disguising those wintery mulled wine stained lips that have been occurring waaaaaay too much lately for me...









siggie longlegs- never fully dressed without a (coloured) smile

wet dream

I would like to introduce you to Ash Stymest. I first layed eyes on this beautiful creature when I was working for American Apparel. EY! Electric Youth magazine was one of my favourites to read when I was pretending to be really busy.


SWOOOOOOOON!

Is it hot in here? I'm feeling flushed...

I then spotted him in the December 2008 issue of Dazed and Confused, topless and sprawled across a bear skin rug.

He has graced the pages of plenty of magazines including, Vogue Italia, Attitude, Huge Magazine, Vogue Japan Homme, and i-D.

When I saw this editorial in Dazed and Confused I totally lost my shit and became completely and utterly mesmerised... I desperately needed to know who he was.

He's a youngen... 17 I think...

Couple more footy seasons and he will be ripe for the picking! (said in a creepy old woman voice) Eeek, I even scare myself sometimes.

Ash ain't just an incredible looking kid, apparently he has the strut to go with the cheekbones. This infant has walked for Hedi Slimane, Balenciaga and Costume National. It's a sight to behold people, let me tell you!

Even his polaroids are to die for. What a gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous thing he is!!!

I just don't know what else to say about this boy other than...

AAAHHH!

MAAAHHH!

GAAADDD!

siggie longlegs- giving two thumbs up to skinny young boys with tough tattoos and pretty faces.

To clog or not to clog?

Recently I made the mistake of telling my friends about my obsession to find the perfect pair of clogs.

Upon hearing this idea, every one of them have displayed an extremely repulsed facial expression. This look of horror is usually accompanied by unkind words about my mental health...

I have been quick to reassure them all that I am NOT talking about purchasing the monstrosity that is the 'Croc'.

Are they burning your retinas yet?

So much rubber-

-so many colours!

This heinous excuse for footwear is usually reserved for overweight American tourists, grumpy chefs, scummy mummies, and our favourite little blue friends The Smurfs!

NOT FOR ME!

The type of clog I am in fact referring to is something along the lines of these sturdy studded stilt-like stompers. Sure, the Chanel Spring 2010 Collection footwear were a little OTT, but in Karl Lagerfeld I trust. I've always been quite partial to an eye catching statement shoe. These remind me of a pair I had in primary school in the early 90's, but without the platform heel of course.

These more cobblestone street friendly

versions are (probably more likely to find their way onto my tootsies, for I am one clumsy lady) from the Swedish brand Hasbeens. The full range can be found for a fraction of the price of Karl's on their website listed in my links section.

siggie longlegs- curing the world of it's irrational fear of clogs.

Moi!

siggie longlegs is a fashion stylist, a costume and fashion designer, the ultimate creative eye, a girl about town, a party animal (and sometimes just an animal), a really average photographer, a total tripper, a model scout, a lover and a fighter, an artist, a bright lipstick enthusiast, and a story teller.

Obsession

ob-ses-sion- uhb-sesh-uhn - noun

1. the domination of one's thoughts or feelings by a persistent image, idea, desire etc.

2. the idea, image, desire, feeling etc. itself

3. the state of being obsessed

4. the act of obsessing

Synonyms- attraction, complex, compulsion, crush, delusion, enthusiasm, fascination, fetish, infatuation, must, passion, preoccupation.