King Charles

I have no idea where I first heard this man but his voice and random adopted name stuck in my head and I think he is going to be something special. Real name Charles Johnston, he is English and showcases what has to be some of the most beautiful music coming through the industry today.


His hair let alone is enough to stir up inspiration in an individual, but his style is phenomenal. His clothes and outfits have this amazing mix of eclectic old-school, 17th century, hippie, old grandad and it some how comes together and looks beyond cool. 
Take away the clothes, the hair and the pirate beard and you are left with the bare essentials of a indie singer-songwriter sensation.


I would say if you are a fan of the likes of Mumford and sons, Noah and the whale, Laura Marling ETC then this man is right up your street. His lyrics are beautiful and it's the kind of music you just want to listen to over and over. His talent is undeniable and he can play the guitar very well. I rest my case.


My favourite song so far has to be Lovelust, give it a listen and follow the King on twitter as he only has 4000 followers!

His debut album Loveblood is out May 17th

The curse of single girl dressing

The curse of single girl dressing is something I am sure many women out there have been faced with at some point in their life.

You may not necessarily BE a single girl, in fact you might be loved up but the curse can crop up at any time. The problem is, when you are getting dressed or undressed for that matter of fact and you come across an article of clothing which requires assistant in doing up and BAM it hits you, the curse of single girl dressing.
It happened to me this morning, I was awake early for a conference at university and I picked out my gorgeous leopard print dress which I bought at Tesco a few years ago. I unzipped the seam at the back of the dress which runs three quarters of the way down the dress, and stepped into it. I then had to begin the awkward process of trying to zip it up. My flat mates were fast asleep as it was half past 8 in the morning so I was alone in my struggle. Purely attempting to get dressed resulted in a long and laborious process of twisting my body and pulling and zipping from all angles.
I did manage to dress myself in the end! But the fact that it is so hard makes me almost not want to wear the dress at all.

If I did live with a man then most likely he would of been there to do up the dress and off I would of gone without so much as a second glance to check my hair hadn't been caught in the zip.

So this is just a message to all designers out there, please be aware of this fault and make dressing fair and fun for all. Regardless of relationship status.