Chanel Le Vernis Longwear Nail Colour in Rouge Essentiel and Monochrome

Chanel Le Vernis Longwear Nail Colour in Rouge Essentiel and Monochrome

As a major Chanel obsessive, I’m always on the lookout for a piece of semi-affodable luxury from their beauty collection, while I pretend to save up for a quilted classic flap bag.

My most-worn and admired nail varnish is the iconic Chanel Rouge Noir, the much-imitated and eternally chic deep red wine shade. 

However, even a Chanel loyal like myself would have to admit that when it comes to staying power, the luxury brand’s nail varnishes could do with a little boost.

What?! I hear you cry as you rock a chip-free Barry M nail paint five days later. Yes, I do know that at £18 a pop these polishes should be glued to the nail for at least a month, but alas our Chanel shades missed the longevity gene when they were created in all their glossy glory.

And so the Le Vernis Longwear Nail Colour was launched and we all lived in hope that this was the ultimate nail polish solution.

Chanel Le Vernis Longwear Nail Colour in Rouge Essentiel CREDIT: chanel.com

Chanel Le Vernis Longwear Nail Colour in Rouge Essentiel CREDIT: chanel.com

I opted for a change of scene and tried two new shades from the range, Rouge Essentiel (a classic red) and Monochrome (a chic grey).

The blurb from the Chanel marketing machine promised much: A long-wear, protective nail polish with lasting shine designed to make vibrant colours dazzle. Long-wearing, extra-fine and ultra-shiny, each coat offers an absolutely even and lacquered result.

And what of the end result? Well let’s just say I got two days of unblemished nail colour before it reverted to type and flaked off. 

Can’t fault the shades themselves, and two coats does indeed make a world of difference to the colour and depth, but lasting this nail polish is not.

Would love to know if you’ve tried any of the new shades from the range (and if they lasted longer for you!).

Chanel Le Vernis Longwear Nail Colour, £18

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As a bit of a colour geek I always look forward to seeing the shades that Pantone decides are most worthy of our attention each season.

While my wardrobe may be consistently black, with a bit of white, grey and red thrown in, it’s nice to know which colours are going to prominent enough for me to consider changing it up a bit.

Spring 2016’s hottest shades, as decided by Pantone, are Rose Quartz and Serenity. 

In non-colour-geek-speak this translates as baby/powder/pale/pastel pink and blue.

I’m not known for my love of pastels, they don’t generally do anything other than make me look ill, but there are exceptions.

I find that blush, when it errs on the nude rather than sickly pink side, works wonders for making me look tanned.

Lilac and mint are absolute no gos, but pale denim blue doesn’t look too offensive on me.

The key to pastels for me is looking super tanned and blonde, but I’m sure the more pale and interesting out there won’t have any issues with this season’s pantones. 

From my moodboard you can see I’m loving the rose quartz options out there slightly more than the serenity pieces, but I have to say that the blue Isabel Marant shirt keeps catching my eye.

Favourites on my pantone wish list are most definitely the Chanel pearl earrings and the rose quartz Burberry Kensington crochet trench coat.

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After years of battling the British weather in wellies in order to catch a few bands in an open field, I’m opting out of the traditional UK festival trip this year.

Coachella in April opens festival season each year and leaves us dreaming of rocking floaty maxi dresses and studded sandals as we sip ice cold drinks under the sunset. 

The reality in the UK is less than idyllic.

T in the Park in particular has a habit of getting the temperatures mixed up – somehow we end up with warm cider as we hide from ice cold torrential rain in the height of summer. Pretty sure it should be the other way around…

So this year I’m evacuating and looking forward to sunbathing by day and partying by night at Spain’s Benicassim festival.

Need convincing? Here’s just a few reasons why festivals are better in the sun…

1. You can wear sunglasses (and not just to hide your hangover)

So it goes without saying that I carry sunglasses with me in all weathers, but even I would admit to feeling like a bit of a dick wearing mirrored wayfarers when it’s 5 degrees and raining buckets in the middle of a muddy field.

Everyone wears shades at a sunny festival, almost like it’s mandatory. 

And it kinda is when the skies are always blue and the sun is always shining.

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2. Swap your rucksack for a suitcase

One of the worst things about UK festivals is the backbreaking rucksack fiasco. 

Yeah sure, we all try and pack light but when you’re trying to fit in four days worth of clothes that are appropriate for hail, rain or shine, it gets slightly tricky.

I’m not sure what’s worse – the way to the campsite where you face a never ending uphill battle with ten tonnes of “lightweight layers” strapped to your back.

Or the long journey home where you’re weighed down by exhaustion/rain/the hangover and end up chucking half of your festival essentials to stop you from sinking in the mud bath fields.

An overpacked suitcase sounds like heaven in comparison.

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3. Take your best bag

You may as well take a plastic carrier bag to hold your lipstick, money and baby wipes when you attend a British festival.

When it comes to arm candy we’re talking more mudberry than Mulberry by the time you’ve battled your way through the overflowing pints. Anything less than waterproof and your banknotes will look like wet leaves, swimming in a pool of cider dregs and raindrops.

Festivals in the sun, however, accommodate your best bag buddies a bit better.

Swinging your Chanel from your shoulder is a good look, especially when you don’t have to sit it down next to a mud puddle at any point in the day.

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4. Boho doesn’t look bonkers

Admit it, how many times have you sat watching Glasto, pointing and laughing at the hippie-wannabes as they try and wade through ten inches of mud in embellished maxi dresses?

Sure, Kate Moss looks all boho babe as she floats about festivals in her fringed kimono and denim cutoffs, but she usually gets dropped off at the VIP tent. No 3 mile trek from the carpark to campsite in gladiator sandals for our Mossy.

Boho is a bit more achievable when it’s sunny and even better when it’s near a beach. Suddenly, it all makes sense and we can rock every Coachella cliche because we’re not weighed down by mud. Winning!

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5. You don’t have to camp

Festivals in Britain tend to be in the middle of nowhere, so camping really is the only option (unless you happen to live very close by and don’t mind travelling every day).

The first time is always a novelty, sleeping under the stars and drinking cider by the campfire with your mates… so romantic!

But when you’ve experienced an actual river running through your tent during a monsoon in July, that novelty soon wears off. Soggy sleeping bags, muddy socks and freezing midnight trips to the portaloos (always with no toilet roll and never clean) are something that can only be endured when you’re very drunk. 

Although you can camp at sunnier festivals, they’re often located next to beach resorts, meaning there’s an array of hotels, apartments and villas nearby.

Beds, showers, clean towels, clean clothes and possibly even a pool to sunbathe beside during the day? Absolute bliss!

 

Scottish fashion blogger. Always having a blonde moment.

The OC

Remember when Mischa Barton was relevant and a whole new holiday was invented?

It’s another reason to feel incredibly old but one of my favourite TV shows, The OC, was launched ten years ago yesterday.

I remember being at college mourning the downward spiral and eventual death of Dawson’s Creek, wondering what would replace that T4-shaped hole in my Sunday hangover TV viewing schedule.

Then along came The OC, all shiny and slick, with polished blowdrys and boho cool replacing the middle sheds and middle of the road outfits favoured by Dawson and Co.

Where Dawson took an entire series to finally make his elaborate point with overdrawn movie metaphors, the OC’s cool kids kept us entertained with snappy, sarcastic one-liners. The immortal ‘Welcome to the OC, bitch’ line, uttered by the eventually-loveable Luke just before he punched Ryan during a beachside brawl in the series premiere, will go down in TV history.

Inevitably, the series tailed off when Mischa’s character Marissa Cooper met a grim end in Season 3. Presumably so she had more time off-screen to sort out her troubled friendships and party lifestyle with the then-cool Hollywood stars Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie.

But I’ll always remember her fondly as Coop, a blonde beach babe with a weakness for tequila and troubled but gorgeous bad boys. A girl after my own heart!

Marissa Cooper’s walk-in wardrobe did have a few fashion hits. Among the hoodies and bootcut denims lay an enviable collection of Chanel bags and pearls, waiting to be teamed with one of her many Diane von Furstenburg dresses or preppy Lacoste polos. Actually I’m feeling a revival of the Coop look:

 

Rachel Bilson is the only star of the show that has managed to stay positively in the limelight since the series ended in 2007, if only for her adorable sense of style.

But whatever happened to Seth Cohen (Adam Brody) and Ryan Atwood (Benjamin McKenzie) after they left the scenic shores of Newport Beach? I never quite got the geek chic attraction with Seth but I’d be more than happy to let Ryan, otherwise known as Chino’s most-wanted, sleep in my poolhouse (oh, okay, glorified garage).

Here’s to The OC, then, for giving us Chrismukkah, California and a reason to surface on a Sunday. I’m off to dig out my box sets…

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I can’t remember the last time an advert managed to anger and confuse me at the same time.
But the latest advert from Chanel featuring Brad Pitt is just wrong!

I love Chanel, my favourite fragrance right now is Chance Eau Fraiche, but I’ve never been able to pull off No 5. I’d love to – after all, if it’s good enough for Marilyn… 
I squirt a cheeky spray at the duty free occasionally, just to see if my taste has transformed into something resembling a sophisticated grown-up.
But alas, the allure of No 5 is still lost on me. By the time I make it to the gate, I’m reaching for my security-approved sealed plastic bag, hoping that I’ve got enough citrus-based perfume left to mask the overpowering stench that is No 5!
Inimitable it may be, but inevitable? Not for me.
And with adverts featuring the actor most resembling a wooden block, I don’t think the allure of No 5 will be wafting in my direction any time soon.
Tell me – do women still fancy this guy?! 
Catherine Deneuve, Audrey Tatou, Nicole Kidman – that enviable list of iconic beauties whose faces and bodies have graced No 5 ads over the years. 
This TV advert featuring Audrey Tatou, a tense train journey and a Billie Holiday soundtrack almost led to a No 5 purchase. But as the soundtrack stated, I would indeed be a fool for wanting it:
And then the walking talking Ken doll rocks up in a white shirt, poised to convince us that this is the perfume for us? No. Thanks.
Here’s some of the more aspirational adverts featuring figures from the past and present that are fit to appear alongside No 5. 

Maybe by the time I’ve erased the memory of the Brad Pitt campaign from my mind, I’ll be ready to finally fall in love with the fragrance that promises so much yet delivers too little to tempt me.

Chanel No 5 eau de parfum spray, from £53, Debenhams

Scottish fashion blogger. Always having a blonde moment.