Despite its capital-city status, Cardiff has yet to experience a good, hard fashion-scrum. The Anya Hindmarch ‘I’m not a plastic bag’ wasn’t even delivered to any Cardiff- based Sainsbury’s stores and, let’s face it, no one really gave a toss about the Madonna line for H&M. But with the high level of anticipation surrounding the Kate Moss for Topshop line, surely even the sleepy Cardiff fashion scene would get a little excited about one of the year’s biggest fashion events.
One thing is for sure; the amount of press coverage of the collection has been immense, and clearly cleverly orchestrated to attract a certain level of hype. Since the mini- preview in April’s Vogue, pieces of the collection slowly trickled onto the pages of various fashion mags, designed to get the fashion- savvy moss fans salivating.
Dining in the sun – Restaurants and cafes
Las Iguanas, City Centre
Ingredients
A brilliant dish isn’t an expensive dish. Quite the opposite; most dishes you pay a lots for in an expensive restaurant cost as little as possible – Gordon (Rambo) Ramsay didn’t become a millionaire by throwing money at his food.You don’t need top of the range kit or loads of ingredients.
The task of writing a review of the latest edition to Cardiff’s gay nightlife proved a little harder than expected. You see, when Team Gay walked through the doors of Pulse on Churchill Way, we noted the swanky Ikea wall paper, the novelty of lockable toilets and the buzzing environment, but we also noticed that drinks were stupidly cheap.
After several £3 doubles, the editors of Quench’s gay section were somewhat inebriated and most of what Pulse had to offer was wasted on us.
Saturday mornings are the best of the week. When you wake up, you know that there’s something to look forward to. Whether it is a 600 mile round trip to Carlisle, or the relative walk in the park of travelling from Cardiff to Bristol, when Saturday comes, my week begins.
The most favourable mode of transport, for my money, is the car. For a start, you actually get to the point where you recognise the ‘top notch’ service stations. You could argue that it’s an indication of a sad state of affairs when you get genuinely excited at unexpectedly discovering a service station that has yet to be visited, but it is moments like this that keep you going after a 1-0 defeat on a Friday night in Tranmere.
British designer Giles Deacon brought his ‘Gold’ range to New Look earlier this year. Unfortunately we thought most of it was hideous, most notable the main piece of the collection, the red polka dot puffball dress, which looked a bit bargain basement.
Much was expected from Deacon, but despite his intention to bring his designs to the highstreet and see them worn by women everywhere,’ he actually seemed to have lowered his standards to match the usual tat found in New Look. This collaboration always seemed a little doomed: die-hard Deacon fans would not be caught dead in New Look and New Look regulars would not be able to tell Giles Deacon from Marie Antoinette. Fronting this dubious collection was Drew Barrymore, a fairly irritating choice as it is unlikely that Barrymore would actually wear any of the items. All in all, we were not terribly impressed, but don’t take our word for it – the Gold collection is still available.
Gay guys are sluts. Not all of us, of course, but with the combination of men generally hating commitment and loving sex, the gay scene can often spell disaster central with maximum cock and minimal emotion.
Boy arrives at X, boy meets other boy, a night of VK Blue-infused passion ensues and all we have to show for it is a ‘we hooked up’ relationship on Facebook. Is this really all we have now? Can’t gays find an ultimate soul mate and run away with them? Is romance officially dead?