You’d be amazed at what £3 can buy you!

In a previous life what you see below was an 8year olds ice skating outfit, partly made out of velvet, partly out of legging fabric, in theory this should be one hot mess, but with a chunky belt (ooh i do love a chunky belt me), a fierce pair of Lulu Guiness Heels and a scarf made into a headdress it sort of works!

I was going through a few blogs the other day and here i found these pictures of me interviewing various ‘celebs’. Seeing all these pictures made me remember how many amazing people i have met in the last 2 years, and the places i have travelled to interview these individuals for various programmes and online TV channels. People always ask me my all time favourite interview, i always say Vivienne Westwood, she has been a major inspiration since i was 14 and is a true original, plus she was the easiest person to interview, she talked for hours but everything she said was full of wisdom and each word worth a diamond.

Interviewing Jeremy Scott for ‘FASHION WEEK LIVE’  which went out to 91 million people world wide. YIKES

INTERVIEWING MR HUDSON

PRESENTING FOR ONLINE UK MUSIC SHOW ‘THE GREEN ROOM’

PRESENTING AT NIKE iD

IN TALKS WITH MY BOY JONNY MAKEUP FRONT ROW AT LFW. HE’S SO CRAYZEE I LOVE HIM!

CHATS WITH KELLY CUTRONE FROM ‘THE HILLS’ -POWERFUL BUT LOVELY WOMAN.

PRESENTING FOR A FRENCH TV CHANNEL AT PARIS FASHION WEEK! TRES BIEN! OH LALA

INTERVIEWING BLACK THE RIPPER FOR THE GREEN ROOM

Hi hello, this is Sarah Young here. You might remember me! Ive been pretty bad at writing my diary! Mainly because i’ve been distracted with boys and mountains of work, shoots etc. Anyway after a bit of a sad time ( sort of realised that it’s impossible for someone to love you when they don’t love or respect themselves) i’m back. And i also turned 21! I should feel different, i guess i do feel a little strange, i’m officially an adult. I better learn to drive. (yeeesssh)

Anyway i had a bit of a family shin dig. So here are some snaps.

This cloud was beautiful.

But not more beautiful than this lovely little being ( the neighbours kid- jealous)

Anyway,we all got our gladrags on and took advantage of the 28 degree weather ( unheard of in May in the UK! )

Dad n Fat boy slim… in a turban

Anyway, thanks to my mum who is the worlds best host and cook, everyone by the evening was feeling very drunk and very fat.

But just as everyone thought they couldnt eat any more this arrived…

It was one of the most magical cakes i had ever seen…

… and with bellies full of curry and champagne we managed to struggle up and light fire lanterns and sparklers.

It was truly a beautiful moment of calm, just as the lantern left off i made a little wish and shed just a little tear.

SARAH

XOXO

Being a Stylist and DJ plus holding down uni it all gets a bit hectic though. Thats why a few months ago i advertised the vacancy / job role of fashion assistant on a few industry websites. The amount of applicants which applied was completely mad! Literally about 300 people emailed within the space of 2 weeks. So after shifting through endless cv’s, the interviews started. There were some pretty dismal entrees, and luckily some pretty amazing ones, and so after talking to around 20 girls, There were 7 who really stuck out, but i just couldn’t make myself choose.

All were super duper talented within art, fashion and music, and all were after internships. So instead of choosing 1, i decided it might be cool to sort of form a mini creative team…. and so the .com girls were born.

A group of young creatives
a sisterhood
a team

Whatever, but since then we’ve all grown pretty close!

As well as work pretty hard in the studio, conversation always seems to come around to boys. So, i suggested that each girl made a diary entree about a boy ( or in some cases boys) * gulp* i was shocked when everyone said they hadnt kept a diary about a boy since they were 13, and everyone said hell yea… so for one day only, here are the .com girls’ ‘boy diaries’. Justa bita funa.

SARAH YOUNG : STYLIST , DJ , PRESENTER.

DEAR DIARY

I once cooked him pan fried salmon in herbs, sea salt, ground pepper and pesto with asparagus in organic butter and mint buttered potatoes….. i’m a mug. What can i say, i blame my high expectations of men on Disney.

SY X

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FELICIA PENNANT: FUTURE FASHION STYLIST AND BLOGGER

DEAR DIARY

Last night my friend and I were out and we got to talking with these two guys on our table. One of the guys ‘X’ kept mentioning his ex-girlfriend so we asked what happened. He told us that she was an amazing girl but whilst he was drunk on a night out he kissed another girl. I was like ‘so You’re a cheater?’ and he was like ‘No, I made a mistake’. The situation was made worse by the fact that it was the week of the John Terry scandal and of course the aftermath of Tiger Woods’ affairs. I was like ‘you’ve gone so far down in my estimations’ and told him I was glad his girlfriend left him as it showed she had repesct for herself. He looked really sad like he’d lost the best girl ever but I told him he only had himself to blame. Ok, I was kinda harsh but I wanted him to know that not all girls kept their heads in the sand like Elin Woods, Toni Terry and Cheryl Cole (no official divorce proceedings started or confirmed), Cheating on someone for me is the ultimate relationship betrayal and this includes kissing. It shows your relationship is based on a lie as how can someone like/love you so much and be so selfish. They are hurting you and what makes it worse is that girls give guys license to cheat as they take them back. Look at Elin, Toni and Cheryl- they’ve been cheated on multiple times. It gives guys power and allows them to emotionally abuse you. X tried to defend himself by admitting subconsciously he wanted to end the relationship anyway and that men can’t help it if girls are throwing themselves at them- that is no excuse. This made me wonder why there is a lack of sisterhood amongst girls. Footballers cheat because they have sex on tap from multiple wannabe WAGs but these girls know they are married which children. How can we judge men so negatively for cheating when our own sex behaves in exactly the same way? I say GIRLS STICK TOGETHER. YOU DON’T NEED A MAN LIKE THAT. AND GIRLS A MAN THAT CHEATS WITH YOU WILL CHEAT ON YOU.

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CHRISTINA DANIELS : GRAPHIC DESIGNER

DEAR DIARY:

Boys smell.

Christina

x

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JADE DOUSE – FUTURE STYLIST.

DEAR DIARY:

So, I’m in Nando’s with my boyfriend, you know just a normal dinner out, and then this girl comes in, and she starts to walk over to our table, with some screw face. So I’m thinking ok! What’s this about!?
She goes to him “what do you think your playing at”, and he tries to look at me and say 1 sec, and then has the cheek to take the girl outside. DPMO! What do I look like, obviously your tryna date some next girl, whilst your dating me, the girl is not even worth it., downgrade!
So anyway, I sit there and wait for him to come back, still mad baffed, waiting for an explanation, AND do you know what he coma back and said – “ahh sorry my cousins on a hype”!!!! OMFG! Not even a reasonable explanation, like how many boys try and play the cousin card. So I looked at him, with his smug look on his face, thinking he’s got away with it. Then I see my full glass of Fanta! Straight in the face with the drink, I picked up my things and left.
5 minutes later, I’m getting phone calls, texts saying, “I’m sorry, answer your phone I’ll explain”!
So when your lie doesn’t work out wanna try another approach. Do guys that we are stupid!! I mean come on, they really think rate themselves high! Move on to the next I say! Don’t try and gas me up, its not gonna work! Dickhead!

Jade xox

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EMILY – FASHION BLOGGER

DEAR DIARY

Can you be friends with an Ex?!

When it comes to relationships, you can never really know what to expect. For me, 5 years on, the relationship I was in had lost its spark; we’d fallen into that classic friendship rut. Everything was old and familiar with all the same daily routines, the same conversations and the same expectations. That excitement that every person thrives for was no longer there. I wasn’t satisfied settling for anything less than butterflies, especially at only 20 years old and so, we ended it. I then asked myself (after watching this particular question appear in an episode of Sex & the City); ‘Is it possible to transform a once passionate love into something that fits nice and easily onto the friendship shelf? Can you be friends with an ex? ‘
That comfort you gain in a relationship is hard to let go of, and so part of you wants to continue to hold on. Realistically, the best way forward is to cut all ties; stop the texting, the calls, the emails, all communication. But Is that even possible? How do you justify doing that when a relationship – in this case – ended mutually? There is no hate, no anger, no dishonesty… just the simple fact that over the more recent months, that passion had died. Or by doing this, could I be setting myself up for a whole lot of trouble, by giving my ex false hopes and allowing them into my life as “a friend”.
Becoming friends mean that we would be able to disengage the gears of the romantic connection and face each other as separate individuals. It could offer us the chance to reconcile differences and find the reason behind us drifting apart, or give us the opportunity to say what needs to be said in order to put the romantic feelings to rest. But still I question, would this just risk further disappointment and heartache? Are any of these expectations realistic? The constant re-wounding can delay the overall process of healing and result in resentment towards one another.
Sometimes people fool themselves into believing they can handle having a friendship with their ex. Instead, they are subjecting themselves to prolonging the pain and delaying the closure by staying friends, because they fail to recognize that they can in fact stand on their own two feet. So I have to ask myself; am I staying friends to become emotionally stronger? Or am I just resisting letting go?

EMILY X

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TAY : FUTURE FASHION PR.

DEAR DIARY,

BOYS SHOULD FIX UP.

Hey, so last night I helped this girl who felt really uncomfortable
with this guy who was trying to ‘churps’ her on the tube. As girls I think we should
stick together especially in times of need like the one I experienced last night
! I was just minding my own business, eating some fruit (as u do) when I noticed
this guy staring at the girl who was sitting across from me. He was making this
‘psst’ sound at first then decided to invade her space by sitting next to her.
He wasn’t exactly the HOTTEST of guys and she was practically on the edge of her
seat trying to avoid making eye contact with him and looked at me rolling her eyes
in disbelief that this guy was not getting her not so subtle messages that she
wasn’t interested. It was quite funny tbh, thinking about the times this has happened
to me. Anyway after about 5 stops he finally got off, told her he loves her and
hopes to see her again soon. The girl thanked me for staying on the tube with her
and we laughed about it. This made me think that some men/boys need to work on
their flirting techniques. Girls don’t appreciate you invading their personal space
, approaching them with bad body odour (yuck!)or spraying them with spit with every
word you speak! Come on guys FIX UP!… or am I just being too harsh ?? nah. PAR.

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JODIE FUTURE FASHION DESIGNER ,  PR AND MUSIC LOVER.

DEAR DIARY.

I was out the one night and was standing by this couple arguing (very loud) lol and the guy called the girl “paranoid’ the girl got slightly louder and very irate and said ‘ the definition of paranoid is : ”Exhibiting an extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others.” his face was a picture he didn’t know what had hit him! Then she went on to say ‘ it doesn’t say much for you does it, and in fact you guys love to use the word paranoid but i would call it ”im not bloody stupid” she then proceed to storm off. I love this!! It gave me a little giggle….. guys love to brush it off with ‘your paranoid’.

Quote of the day

“YOU CALL IT PARANOID WE CALL IT ‘IM NOT BLOODY STUPID”

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DERYA – ARTIST/ GRAPHIC DESIGNER

DEAR DIARY:

NO TIME FOR BOYS NOW, but looking forward to meeting Prince Charming…soon- ish.

Derya xx

P.s meet the team for the day …. oh and  the boobs, they wanted to get involved too.

So the other night i was out at this 90’s R&B night called ‘WORK IT!‘ in good old East London ( Hackney), and after 3 hours of a gym like dance work out, i innocently went out for a bit of fresh air ( hair was also developing into a nice afro due to the intense humidy) only to be met by a group of tourist-y looking french people staring at my bum and having what looked like a seriously interesting discussion.

I asked what theories they were forming and the girl in the middle of the crew sheepishly told me this

‘ Erm, in zee american musique videoz you see zese vimen oo ave zese butt implantz, do you ave zese?’

she was met by a shocked ‘huh?’ expression on my face for which she replied,

‘oh erm, or maybe you ave zee skirt with zee padding inside…no?’

‘no my dear, NO.’

Alas she was still completely unconvinced so i had to let her FEEL MY BUM in the end to proof it. pfffft.

Just as i went back to my conversation i got asked around about the same question by a group of boy youfs.  After a few more implant accusations i decided the dark bar downstairs was a much safer place.

**Rolls eyes**. Bit of a bait story.

But in all seriousness Seriously,  what kinda world do we live in? I reckon us girls should just stop all this botox, skin lightening, weaves, fake lashes, fake tan, fake nails, lypo. Faux beauty has become the norm don’t you reckon?

And i just think you lot are just covering your natural God given gorgeousness.

Start celebrating yourself and stop trying to be someone else.

Okay done with the cliches. ta ta!

See R.E.A.L! NO PADDING NO IMPLANTS. jeezeee.

END OF RANT

SY XOXO

Posh Clubs. I ALWAYS without fail feel uncomfortable. All those turned up collars, loafers paired with red socks, champagne showers, and girls trying to catch their big fish. I mean for some people the site of someone taking a dump in street or old people kissing sort of freaks them out to the point of wanting to puke, for me, its posh white boys punching the air with their fists dancing to cheesy electro…o.u.c.h.

BUT having said that, recently i’ve randomly been getting booked to dj at these posh places. A LOT. If your wondering what im on about… this is normally how the booking process/ scenario goes ….

Promoter: ‘Hi we really love your blog, and your shows and what your doing, we would love to book you to dj at one of our events’
ME: ‘thank you, yes that would be great’
Promoter: ‘okay, so i presume you play dance, pop, electro right?’
ME: ‘no, erm, more grime, old skool hiphop, 90’s r&b, uk funky house and garage actually’
awkard pause as if to say , but your a blonde white girl who went to boarding school….
Promoter: ‘riiiiiight, well we do like a BIT of hiphop, you know, jay z and all that, but i mean, could you play poppy-commercial house?’
ME ‘ no.’ hannggggg upppp toonnneeeee.

For the record ( get it get itttttt?), I’m not a music snob, Its just more frustrating than anything.

SO you can imagine when i get booked for a gig and the promoter says ‘ just play what you want, go ape shit’ its the best thing that i could ever ever be told.

Thats what Girls Love DJs said when they booked me for their first UK party. FYI. GLDJ’s is basically a dutch party crew consisting of a bunch of mc’s, promoters and some of Hollands Best, most technically skilled DJ’S.

And despite being in an uber posh venue ( Supper Club) , i KNEW it was going to be a good rave when i was greeted with this….

Oh and this leigh bowery esque performance wasnt half bad. But when it came to the guy eating fire, i was cringing, i mean at one point his tongue caught on fire and as he closed his mouth, opening it slowly, i guess hoping the flame would be smothered, the flame became blue and started angrily flickering. Luckily this was just a blip and after much gyrating and spreading his legs a little bit too widely ( i swear i saw something nearly pop out) we were sort of over it.

Someone needed to start the skanking off, so i obliged, plus i always have tension before a set and dancing makes me feel creative.

The cutest couple . ever.

Me and my girl Ottelien who also helped organise the event.

Sef – our MC from the crew , Flinke Namen

The Obligatory end of night myspace style picture. sozza, had to put it up.

The Flexican (right). Musically he puts the awe in awesome!

Then Ottelien and i found this lonely looking man smoking on Portobello. He was either a chef or majorly fashion forward.  Gwarn with yow apron bad self.

RIGHT. i don’t know how to cook. Well that is what i thought, until inspiration struck and i just got the HUGEST urge for Jerk, plus my family was having a dinner party and they needed an extra dish. So POW, after i sent a panicked cry for help on bbm broadcast message, i got some great advice and just went for it. It turned out to be utterly delish, and even more so, because i honestly didn’t think i had it in me!

My Easy Recipe

Chicken thighs, or breasts.

For the sauce:

LOADS of onions, quartered
1- scotch bonnet or other REAL hot n spicy chillies chopped up and seeded
50g/2oz root ginger, chopped roughly, dont bother peeling.
1 tsp ground allspice
Small bunch fresh thyme, leaves only
1 tsp or a little more of freshly ground black pepper
A few pinches of nutmeg
2 tablespoons of dark molasses
coconut juice ( fresh from the coconut- about 3 table spoons)
Pineapple Juice ( 2 table spoons)
Salt ( 2 tablespoons or more according to taste)
1 and half tea spoons of corriander
A tiny bit of chopped coconut.
1 and half teaspoons of turmeric paste

COOKING.

Cook for hour to hour and half depending on preference. Cook on 180 and turn chicken half way through, if you want skin extra crispy, stick under grill for 15 mins.

To serve:
boiled rice and peas. SIMPLES. ( I like brown rice and i like to add a TINY bit of pineapple juice to make it extra yummy)
1 pineapple, pealed, cored and cut in wedges
4 limes, 3 cut in wedges, 1 juice only
Fried Plantain or green banana

SY

XOXO

I can’t write much now, as right now i’m cooking jerk chicken for the second time in my life, i am quite excited. Anyway this was my day today.

On my way to a meeting i got distracted by a boutique on Carnaby Street.

The brand was Bolongard Trevor. The stuffed birds in the back freaked Josh, my assistant out a bit. .. can’t blame him, one had its beady eye fixed on me the whole time, i swear.

I look depressed. Its prob because i was getting evils from the shop assistant for taking photos.

…I didn’t take any notice, this was too lovely to not share with you.

Shouldn’t work in theory, but real flattering. at £130 quid, would’nt expect any less though. man, London is expensive.

NEXT STOP: The Barbers. ‘We are Cuts’ in Soho. Now, lets be clear.

I never get my hair done.

EVER.

I normally just let it go curly, or if i need a cut, grab the nail scissors and hack away. its bad. oh well. But one of the barbers whom i met a while back hit me up on facebook saying he wanted to play with my hair. So i said alright. I love people playing with my hair, it makes me sleepy.

Joel was my hair stylist.

I sat down, and i spotted this, charming.

In fact everywhere you looked there was some little knick knack stuck onto a mirror or hand-dryer. It made the place feel like your teenage bedroom.

Restless, and not wanting to just stare at myself the whole time, I looked right and i saw this…they were talking about whether to box his hair off at the sides, prince of bel air style or round it off. The man said he was way too old for all that box jazz. I disagreed, but he was stubborn. shame.

I looked left and i saw this, live art. Not bad for a barbers.

It felt as if i was getting ready for prom, or my wedding. Only it was 230pm on a thursday afternoon, and i had no where special to go.

Before going to bed, my new american friend rung me on skype, he’s called Judah, and he’s a producer. He just released an album called ”THE ART” Amber Rose Instrumental. Its a really interesting abstract  concept. But i got distracted by his accent, and although i’m sure a lot of what he was saying was very smart and creative, i was getting lost in his washington drawl.

Anyway he sort of caught onto this, and decided to teach me some Washington slang. I learnt the word ‘ ji’ . It means, somewhat, kind of, sort of. Anyways, It was getting real late, so i said i was ji tired, and we said goodnight.

Cute isnt he?

Will write soon i promise, the chicken is ready to go in the oven now, ooh yes, didn’t think i had a domestic bone in my body, but looks like i will be a good wife someday afterall!

sy xoxo