Sunday, 18 March 2018


Somewhere over the rainbow...

As soon as I heard that there was a new The Shape of Water mural in London, I had to hunt it down. Lucky for me, it was quite difficult to miss as the mural is rather huge, stencilled and spray painted by hand by The GraffitiKings (there's a video of the whole process over on their twitter), on the side of a several storey building located in Shoreditch. I'm stoked to have managed to get some outfit shots in front of it too. This was just a comfy outfit I wore for a day of errands that transitioned nicely for a gig later that night too. I'm well aware that I've worn nothing but a variation of jumpers and jeans lately, perhaps due to the fact that I have been quite uninspired fashion-wise but combined with a more hectic lifestyle it's ultimately just easy and lazy dressing. Still there have been so many unique jumpers, both high street and designer, popping up that makes it difficult for me to justify not collecting them all, and jeans are the perfect accompaniment as they won't steal their thunder. For example, I already have an embarrassing amount of rainbow striped jumpers in my wardrobe but this Lazy Oaf one still made it's home there one way or another. I love the oversized fit and chunky collar on this one, something that sets it apart from the rest of it's closet competitors. 

I haven't been able to shoot as much as I'd like since I've gotten back from Dublin as I've been recovering from a rather long-lasting flu. I feel like I've caught it way too many times in the past year but it's been so hard to avoid with all of my housemates being sick as well. Regardless I really have to persevere with building my immune system back up with a healthier lifestyle coz your gal just can't take anymore colds or fevers. I think this spell of illness has also contributed to my lazy dressing phase. Anyway I've been making an effort to rest at home as much as I can this week so I'm able to be back on my feet for the next, and a few nights ago I decided to watch the film Annihilation which has just been released on Netflix and my gosh, it was uhhhhhh-mazing. I can't pass mentioning it on here because I've literally been thinking about it non-stop since I saw it. The film was a literal mindf*ck with such a thought-provoking storyline, gorgeous cinematography and an awesome all female lead cast. If you like your sci-fi/horror, or just a movie that will make you think, I'd highly recommend this one.     

Lazy Oaf jumper (currently sold out but similar) / ASOS jeans / Nike trainers / Gucci bag


Sunday, 11 March 2018


Hey guys, did ya miss me? Gosh it feels so good to be back on my laptop, typing this. I haven't posted in just over a week but I think this is actually the longest time I've been absent from my blog in the five years I've had it. Isn't that crazy to think? I've always prided myself on consistency and sticking to schedules but life is unpredictable so of course it's inevitable to lose the rhythm occasionally. Much more recently I've also come to the conclusion that it's not always the healthiest thing (for me at least) to be so disciplined. In fact, this rigidity is probably what caused this little blog break to happen. Okay I admit, it is amongst other factors that I'll catch you up on straight after this if you haven't been following my other social media channels. If you have then you'll know that last week I flew to Dublin for what should've been a two day trip to attend Dublin Film Festival. Unfortunately Storm Emma or #TheBeastFromTheEast threw these plans into absolute disarray. First off, the stars of the film premiere we were going to (Mary Magdalene) couldn't actually make it as all flights to Dublin got cancelled. This already felt like a huge blow to me as I actually flew to Dublin in the hopes of being able to meet Rooney Mara again, who is one of my favourite actresses but I haven't seen her since the first time we met in 2015 (which, if you know me at all, is an insaaanely long time for me to reunite with a fave). Still they informed us that the screening would still be going ahead sans actors so at least we still had that to look forward to right? Wrong. We made our way to the venue half an hour before it started when they started turning the audience away at the door saying the movie was now cancelled (without prior warning) because of unsafe storm conditions. After getting a refund, we made our way back to the hotel only to find that our flight back home to London the next day had been cancelled too. In fact no flights were allowed to leave Dublin due to the bad weather. Our airlines then re-booked us on the first flight out on Friday morning but it wasn't long till I heard the news that Dublin had actually been put on red alert (meaning no businesses were open or operating and no one should venture outdoors at all) from Thursday afternoon to Friday noon. We called our airlines to enquire about why we were put on a flight time smack bang in the middle or red alert when they said that there had been a mistake and that this flight was actually cancelled too. They also clarified that Dublin airport would only re-open on Saturday morning but then all the flights that day were full as everyone had been stranded and were all waiting to fly out and the earliest we could leave was Sunday. Bear in mind, it was still Wednesday at this point and now we were forced to stay in this new city for a further three whole days. I was shocked at first, then absolutely shattered. In fact, I think I went on the emotional rollercoaster of my life in these few short days. Firstly, being such a creature of schedule, it makes me incredibly anxious when things don't go to plan and the future becomes uncertain. I'm not the best at problem solving either so just getting to this point and having to enquire and argue with so many people was very stressful indeed. Secondly, I hadn't packed for more than a day and a half away from home to be honest, and I didn't bring my laptop or DSLR camera which would render my productiveness as a blogger to zero, which in turn made me feel even more stressed and useless. Thirdly, only returning to London on Sunday meant that I would miss two things: the IAMX concert and a talk with Riz Ahmed, both of which I was very much looking forward to and again, if you know me at all, you'd know how much these events meant to me. So there I was, stranded in Dublin with so many pent up emotions and nowhere to release them. 

I was so incredibly upset at this time. I took to twitter and other social media channels to vent and surprisingly a lot of you guys reached back out with advice and travel tips to help me out, which was so thoughtful, selfless and kind. However at the time I was so overwhelmed by all the suggestions and instead of feeling grateful, I just felt annoyed and triggered. I tried following the various routes my followers had laid out for me only to meet dead ends. I should've known it would literally be impossible to leave Dublin, we were a city on red alert after all. After hitting the point of exhaustion, like a rat trying to find it's way out of a labyrinth, I gave up on trying to escape. I decided to stay in Dublin until the scheduled flight out on Sunday and tried not to think about what I'd be missing out on. I was soon faced with an altogether different kind of dillema. Stuck in a tiny hotel room, boxed in by four walls for 24 hours, to be potentially left alone with my damaging thoughts and feelings. To combat this I downloaded a few lateral thinking puzzle games to my phone which occupied me all day on Friday. On Saturday, the blizzard had stopped, leaving a thick blanket of snow. I decided to wade out to the local cinema to catch a film, anything to get out of the hotel really. Bear in mind, I'm also still recovering from a dislocated knee so I couldn't walk too far anyway, whilst the icy conditions also had a subconscious traumatic effect on me as that was how I'd slipped previously. That night was the night of the IAMX concert and though I had tried not to dwell on it too much, I found out that a lot of the X family were actually in the same boat as me. Some that had planned to fly to London from other countries obviously couldn't make it either and furthermore, even fans from other cities like Birmingham were stuck as coaches weren't running! To think that others were even closer than me but still exactly as far away, that really put things into perspective for me. How could I have been so selfish? I went to bed that night feeling much more at peace, and ready to go home the next day. Then I had a nightmare that Chris Corner and Matt Bellamy had died and I was sobbing my eyes out. When I woke up, I had to check whether it had all been a dream. I called my mum, who had been keeping up to date with my levels of "stranded-ness". She explained to me that it was most likely a culmination of all my pent up emotions, that I had kept brushing off that I was fine on the outside when inside I was very distraught about missing the IAMX show. She said that it was good that I had had that dream and that it was a sign my subconscious had "let it go". She was right. I felt so much better that morning, whether it was because of that reason or the fact that I was scheduled to go home. I didn't even really care if this flight would get cancelled again or not. Whatever happens will happen, and for a reason.

Topshop jumper / Topshop jeans / Castaner wedges

I feel perfectly at peace with how things turned out now and perhaps even the act of writing this all down has helped to close that chapter. I don't feel regret at all after remembering that I had booked my tickets before the announcement of the storm (plus we got an incredible deal so they were super cheap). Now that I'm back into my normal life in London, I look back on this "Dublin Disaster" as one huge life lesson that's also made me a heck of a lot stronger. It stretched the boundaries of my comfort zone, taught me to be more relaxed in situations beyond my control and just to loosen up a little. I'm also very proud of how I handled everything plus pushed through my fear of slipping on ice, I am giving myself two pats on the back for that. 

Learning to live in the moment isn't going to be an overnight success for people like us. But that's ok. The more challenges we face, the more we'll get to practice. Take each turning point as an opportunity to exercise going with the flow. Broaden your horizons to look at the bigger picture and you'll find that you aren't actually boxed in by your problems and that there are always other ways around, even a better way perhaps.

Let me know if you've had a similar experience before or if you're a bit of a control freak like me. Do you have any tips on how to overcome it? Anyway, this week has made me appreciate home even more and I've really been enjoying how much warmer the weather feels in London. I'm not sure if it's because I just got back from freezing Ireland or if spring really is just around the corner but I am more than ready to resurrect my spring wardrobe. Definitely feeling white or light coloured jeans in general to inject some freshness into my denim collection. Don't go believing the bull that larger girls can't wear white bottoms, the only thing you need to be worrying about is where you place your behind... you don't really want to be getting any stains. Weather aside, a large contributing factor to my pleasant mood was the Oscars. I'm beyond ecstatic that The Shape of Water not only scooped up Best Picture (I was totally not expecting that) but the most wins of the night! A lot of you know how much I adore this film and I'm so happy that it is getting the recognition it deserves. Anyway, it's nice to be in such a positive frame of mind recently, I'm really excited to get back into all things work and blogging. Hope you've all been well!


Sunday, 25 February 2018


The other day I was thinking that the one thing I'd miss about winter is being able to wear the chunkiest and coziest jumpers. Resembling a (cute) human blob or pairing them with tighter bottoms and doing that nonchalant front tuck that doesn't necessarily achieve anything except looking more "fashurn baybayy... oh but I didn't really try". Out of all the wonderful jumper varieties, not many can beat a vintage fairisle number like this one, which also boasts an autumnal colour combination that I'd gladly wear all year round. I decided to pull out the berry tone with these matching kick flares that were in the Topshop sale for £10.

This will be a short (but hopefully sweet) outfit post as I'm feeling a little burnt out after BAFTAs and stupidly forgot to prepare blog posts to schedule. I was about to beat myself up for not writing a think piece but try as I might, my brain just won't churn out anything worthwhile at the time being. Instead it just keeps running over things that I need to pack (I'm off to Dublin tomorrow) and feeling dread at the impending snow as the last time I slipped and dislocated my knee, it seems to have left me with some subconscious trauma. Anyway, do you mind this kind of "old school Andini" outfit post if it means I can keep posting regularly or would you prefer a more fleshed out topic of writing accompanying photos which in turn might come out at longer intervals if I happen to be busier (ahh the downsides of not being a full-time blogger)? Let me knowwww.

Vintage jumper / Topshop trousers / River Island beret / Converse trainers


Thursday, 22 February 2018


The BAFTAs are always so hectic but a lot of you know how much I've wanted to meet Sally Hawkins and Guillermo Del Toro. This is a vlog of the special night it finally happened and the moments leading up to it. How many of your favourite actors can you spot?


Sunday, 18 February 2018


What's black and white and red all over? 

Well that would be me. I can't tell you how much I've missed simply rocking a classic red lip... it's one of those things I took for granted until I had pink hair. Now the faux silver locks are relatively new but my go-to formula of a black and white outfit to make a red lip pop has definitely been tried and true. You'll often hear someone point out that they'd love to inject more colour into their wardrobe instead of wearing black all the time, but I've always been the exact opposite. As the owner of approximately ten rainbow striped jumpers in my closet at the moment, I seem to find putting together a monochromatic outfit to be a lot more out of my comfort zone, but you can't deny there's just something about a black and white ensemble that exudes chic, classy, and sophisticated vibes. Cue this prim and elegant, no-fuss dress from & Other Stories that kinda makes me feel like an 18th century poet, and takes me back to the days when all I ever wore were vintage dresses, constantly had my hair up in milkmaid braids and frolicked around London totally overdressed. Well I've also always firmly believed that there's no such thing as the term "overdressed" even if I used to lament that I could never do "casual"... just wear what you want like I've always done and though my style has branched out to include a lot more denim (I never thought I'd see the day), it feels really nice to scrub up a little more. You really don't need a special occasion to dress up!

& Other Stories dress / ASOS tights / ACNE boots / Gucci bag / Regal Rose rings 


Tuesday, 13 February 2018


I'd never been a fan of Valentine's Day. I don't even think it had much to do with the fact that I'm a single pringle (I have lots of friends in the same boat so I never really feel too left out, it's Galentine's), I was just convinced that I didn't have a romantic bone in my body. I wasn't particularly fond of the colours pink or red, the love heart shape, or the fact that the whole day sometimes just felt like an excuse to shower attention on your other half because in my opinion, that should be the case every damn day. Basically everything just felt sickeningly sweet, and coming from someone who used to die of boredom watching romance films... discounted chocolates the next day were pretty much all I got out of it.

The other day my friend was expressing her distaste for Valentine's Day when I suddenly realised something... I didn't feel the same way as her. I no longer disliked this annual celebration of love. Fundamentally, that's what Valentine's Day is right? In fact, I've been enjoying how pretty London has transformed with all the floral decorations and the sweet atmosphere in the air. Then, I'm pretty much obsessed with a pink and red colour combo nowadays, and a couple of days ago I jumped on the consumerist bandwagon and bought the most ridiculous, downright un-walkable, heart-shaped slippers simply because I thought they were too cute to pass up. Last but not least, let's address the elephant in the room: my favourite film at the moment, that one I can't shut up about... The Shape Of Water... would be considered a romance wouldn't it? What? So what had happened to me? What was it that had changed in me?

I've figured that it's a combination of the fact that I've matured from the rather pretentious hipster girl that used to rebel against anything and everything remotely clichรฉ or cheesy, and the fact that I have been making a conscious effort (and still alway a continuing journey) to never actively dislike things if there isn't a good enough reason behind it. I've mentioned previously that I want to develop more empathy, tolerance, and consideration. Well this is why I never want to turn into a V-Day Grinch. This change happened almost subconsciously too, which pleases me. This year I want to celebrate Galentine's Day with my single friends and also embrace the love of my mates who are in relationships too. 

More importantly and in these times especially, it's absolutely wonderful and so welcome to be celebrating and promoting love, whether it be romantic, platonic, unconditional, or self love!

I couldn't do a Valentine's post without checking out the new decorations at Peggy Porschens. This is actually the first time I've visited this blogger favourite destination, and after freezing outside awhile sans coat to get these shots (worth the purple hands I tell ya), we were more than stoked to dip inside for a slice of cake and coffee. The pastel interior and crockery perfectly match the famous exterior and after letting our treats sit untouched for way too long to take even more photos, I can vouch that everything tastes as good as it looks! The sponge was so soft and moist which is always the most important aspect of a cake for me. 

It's not only Valentine's Day tomorrow, it's officially The Shape Of Water release day in the UK! If your Valentine's plans don't include seeing this film (if you haven't already) I urge you to go squeeze it in, it would be the perfect watch. I'll be seeing it again tomorrow too! A little gutted as Guillermo Del Toro was meant to be at my screening for a Q&A but cancelled last minute. Alas these things happen and I'm more than happy just to be seeing this beautiful film again. Hope you all have a wonderful day filled with love tomorrow. I'm low-key still waiting for an Amazonian river god to sweep me off my feet but maybe next year huh?
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