Trapeze Artist

It has been a while since I mentioned my upcoming micro label MOSHI LASHI and just as long since I showed a sample of what to expect. Well, I thought I would treat you all to another of my own design. I have said it before and I will say it again - I find this seriously nerve-wracking, okay, maybe that is slightly dramatic a description but there is a nervousness attached because I am putting myself out there under the guise of designer. Your comments will help shape the final output of the label so please don't be shy but forthcoming with your feedback

Original Moshi Lashi Designed Trapeze shoulder dress / Alexander McQueen belt / Topshop Sandals / Babooshka Turban

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Look Book 1 - Sun Stroke

.....Endless bank holiday weekend, surprise royal weddings, Jacques Cider over ice, tanning without trying, claiming your patch all over London parks. Blackheath, Brockwell, Hampstead - no green space to be found, all occupied with bodies begging to be kissed by the sun. All on a mission to make the heat last; pass through them and remind them that this is it, summer has reared its head. Sozzled with sun. Beaming, knowing the heat and drinks combo only brings about one thing but no head space for that right about now. You've got your vintage sun bather on. Suddenly dreaming of Tree-tops in Kenya, St.Lucian Pitons and white Mauritian beaches. Hot is not what you are seeking but a fever. Sliding plump green olives in mouth and discreetly spit stone out. Philadelphia and Strawberry Jam sandwich bagels makes you think of impending Wimbledon. The sun shine continues to beam down and the cheeky monkey, which we so longed to come out to play, soon has you seeking refuge in tree shade. Admit it, you are festival ready!

Vintage Dress / Nine West Wedges / Random Jewellery mostly from Etsy / Turban from Babooshka

Yes. Yes! I am listening to Chicane's Sun Stroke to keep the mood alive....

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An Essay on Brevity

The lovely Veshoevius  awarded me a Stylish Blogger Award and I must say it came as a surprise mainly because I was unaware of the award's existence. I am not sure what I have done to deserve the award but I am going to take it as the compliment I know it is. There are a few actions required to accept the award and that involves showing respect to the bestower and quite rightly so. The idea behind the award is that you pass it on to spread some blog love to other blogger you interact with. If nominated you are meant to do the following: 


1)Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award.
2)Share 7 things about yourself. 
3)Award 10 recently discovered great bloggers. 
4)Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award.

I came across Veshoevius through FBFF and liked her immediately.  I follow her because I like her warm style of writing, her personal style and I find the gracefulness with which she wears dark colours quite refreshing and yes, inspiring. We also own the same maxi Marble Print silk dress (she bought it, blogged it and I had to have it)  So, once again, thank you Veshoevius for being a cool blog mate and for awarding me a stylish blogger.

You can check out her fantastic blog HERE

As part of being a 'Stylish Blogger' I am also to share 7 things about myself and you all know I can talk when I get going. I ought to promise to try and keep it as succinct as possible but we all know that brevity evades me at the best of times. Finally, after sharing, I get to pass on the Stylish Blogger Award to 10 recently discovered great bloggers, which I have to say I am particularly looking forward to.

You know what, it only takes a few minutes of processing before you (read: I) start liking the sound of it - Stylish Blogger - in your head. Try it if you don't believe me!


So, what would I like to share? An Actors training is meant to aid the shedding of that which we call ego, that which inhibits you by desiring you to be interesting, rather than allowing one to simply be... 


Okay, totally random but that leads me straight to my 1st disclosure. I am obsessed with Theatre Practice. The unreasonable passion and corporeal practice of creating and immersing oneself into that which we call Theatre. I love the reflective nature with which we approach our practice and best of all I love knowing that the process, often unseen, that we often spend an age married to lives longest. And that the performance is never an end point but rather a catalyst for a creative big-bang. Thus the cycle repeats. I love Theatre and always want it to be a part of my professional  life in one way or another.


My 2nd disclosure is relative. I really want a PhD, though I think this might have more to do with the Nigerian in me. I have a serious obsession with letters after my name which I thought was mildly satiated after gaining my Masters. Seriously. We moved to this fine country for a grand education after all, the kind (of education) with such gravitas attached that we had to leave our homeland to attain it, and I guess there is a part of me still battling with 'when is the debt really paid between old country of mind and new country of mine'. And I even wonder at times whether I am meant to take all I have learnt back 'home'. I could be the Augusto Boal of Lagos but oh, of course, I forgot myself for a moment, for I am home... So yeah, I think this 'disclosure' is pregnant with subtext and should not be read as a revelation to spend my 40s as a 5" heels wearing academic at Aberystwyth University Theatre department.


3rd disclosure is that I used to be a total control freak over what I was allowed to weigh. A lot of it had to do with work but I did not need much encouragement. I was fit and had enough stamina for the lifestyle I led. I got to believing I just could not put on weight. Pregnancy did not change my body bar stretch marks but I got to my late 20s' and things such as metabolism and all that sexy stuff started to shift and change. The days of being a model size 6 seemed a century ago but hey I was also naturally athletic so resorting to the gym was kind of a treat. I fell in love with a shrinking body whilst having regular sessions, like an addict, at Spin, Body pump, Circuit and Pilates classes. I was in control of my body once again and then I did the unmentionable. 10 months into a 1 year membership, I just stopped going.

Disclosure 4  I guess links well to the above in that having been married exactly 10 months today (Yes, I am still very much a newly-wed) , I am learning that lots of control devices we utilise in our daily life and interpersonal relationships are built on fear. Marriage is teaching me that I would rather deal with my fears than mask them under a guise for control.


At work and more recently at school, I use each environment as an exercise to observe my 'control monster' specially focusing on what fear trigger it responds to. I work often with others and I am aware of my role within groups. I embrace ensemble model of training and I initiate collaboration knowing my unique skill set is acknowledged and required. That way I remind myself that control can be manifested in a variety of shapes, many positive.


No.5 I like trashy TV. I don't get to watch quite enough but I would if I could. Things like Salt & Pepa R back, Cougars & Cubs locked up on a Desert Island, Notting Hill Residents 24/7, Australian Border Control, Come Dine with me repeats whilst complaining loudly that it is a repeat. Right now, I am making do with Model Agency but it is not grimy enough for me!


I am trying to make this a free-writing exercise - can you tell? - okay, no, well, on to no' 6 right? I cannot wait till summer. Why? Because we get to move into our family home. We are all being very patient about this but I need to move, I need space back in my life. I want all my shoes back, out of the holds of the Big Yellow Storage and re-established on my upper floor dressing room in made to measure shelves. 


And to the last, no.7, quite simple really. If there were a tablet you could take that would stop you being late, I would pop it without a second thought. My lateness makes me want to punch myself in the face at times and I apologise a hundred times to the human race for every person that has ever had to wait on me. Now, past and in the future. I am getting better, I swear.

Black Babooshka Cape & Turban / TSR Jersey mini insert / Pamela Mann tights / Jeffrey Campbell Boots 

I love these opportunity to commune with my readers and I do hope it is interesting for you to find out a bit about me other than my latest shoe obsession. 


If your name is below, it means you have been tagged and awarded the Stylish Blogger badge of honour. You know the rules and it would be very nice to hear seven things about yourselves. 

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Kennedy Holmes   

The Fashionista Next Door   

Electric Daze  

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Collections

Couture and Crumpets 

The Dusk Zone 

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You make me like Charity

Clowning scares me. Not in the 'mummy, don't let him near me' kind of way but more in the 'please, don't make me get up and be a clown' way. I realise that without the full Fame School back-story this opening sentence makes no sense so click HERE to get up to speed.

See, my problem is that I have an aversion to looking stupid. I swear it aggravates my psoriasis. And without looking stupid, we have no clown.

We have all had moments where we looked stupid unintentionally, right? Some of us have been unlucky in that these moments were captured, by someone that cared in their own special way, for posterity, and are sources of amusement for potential life-partners during visits to your folks (everyone should experience the photo-album ritual/humiliation) or for frenemies that lurk on your Facebook page, killing time by going through your tagged photos.

Three weeks into Clowning and I am at a total loss. I raided my wardrobe for an attire fitting of a clown but nothing I own (Sic!) seems to cut the mustard. In despair, I must venture to my local charity shop. My mission: to find an outfit for the clown within. If I must look stupidly ridiculous I might as well do it for a good cause, such as the Red Cross. See, I am no longer thinking of Clowning as me looking stupid but rather me giving back. Yes, I have, as of now, elevated my clowning endeavour to charitable status because I know me looking stupid will make many a people happy.

You can of course help by suggesting what the clown in me should wear!

Nastygal Jumpsuit / Supre Cropped Tee / Jean Pierre Braganza Fur Leather Jacket / Cherry Dr.Martens

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Tender Plants

Life threw me off kilter for a couple of days but I took it on the chin and made lemonade out of lemons. For a total control freak, such as myself, it is a daily learning curve to just accept what comes my way without the raging desire to tame it, mould it and direct it all in the same breath. But enough of that, it is Friday! The gate-way to rest & recuperation so to aid your relaxation further I give you lightness in the form of these images courtesy of the only photographer that manages to consistently stretch me to Himalayan heights. I swear I am only 5' 7"...

Babooshka Turban / TSR Floral Palazzo Pants / Topshop Lace Body / Muu Baa Leather Jacket / Christian Louboutin Sandals 

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Sundried Upstream

Anything would feel relaxed in comparison to the last term at school but I am sure that I shan't have to eat my words later on when I say that this is as chilled as drama school has been for like forever. We are 4 full days into rehearsal and the play is already looking fab. We are now back in our uniform of blacks which could be a huge hindrance to someone running a style blog...I managed to take these pedestrain shots before the dress code changed. I like the fact I look like a 'proper' student albeit one with a Francesco Biasia school bag!

(Big massive allo to my new followers. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am now also on Facebook so do 'like' the page...)

Uniqlo jeans, Babooshka turban, Carla Jones jumper, Firetrap boots & Francesco Biasia bag.

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Uniformity

I have unconsciously adopted a winter uniform. It seems having to wear a uniform of black at drama school has not in any way put me off the colour. Instead away from school, I marry it with grey as my go-to colour combo of choice. On paper it sounds dreary but it just works and when the Nigerian in me craves more excitement in the form of colour or a lil' bit more 'Grrr', I play around with my footwear or laden on the jewellery.

I want to know, what is your current winter uniform and do you find you wear less colour in winter?

In an undecided state I tried on my Black, Grey & Tan Jessica Simpson Dany's before settling on a pair to wear out. I teamed the shoes with my Uniqlo combat thermals (love, love, love), Babooshka adjustable skirt, Bershka chain detail top & a Babooshka studded turband.

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Soiled Carts & Rotten Apples

I am a sucky blogger and it is a wonder how I have managed to retain my handful of followers with my output lately or should that be lack of. I am learning that the second year of Drama school is truly a monster that takes over your life. I have to keep reminding myself whenever I feel the pressure mounting that it will never ever be this hectic again at any other point of the course so hold it together I must. I have been thinking of what to do with my blog in terms of content & updates in these busy times...Although I have not been going out much I have been purchasing, as ever, like a demon but I will be damned if I will turn this blog into a glorified 'look what I can afford to buy' temple to make up for lack of outfit posts. Outfit posts is what MCB is all about & I so enjoy doing them so please bear with me, it will get better I promise and I will make more of a concerted effort in the new year.
p.s I think I might be bring a whole ton of material back from India that I will be listing for sale right here - If this would this be of interest to you or anyone you know do pass on the info!

To combat the snow, I wore on my head a grey Babooshka turban, vintage Gunne Sax dress, Muu-Baa leather jacket, bag (borrowed from my Daughter) is from Zara kids & boots are Firetrap via Brandalley. Earings & necklaces from various Etsy sellers.

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