Did she forget she said on Friday she was spending the day making tea for the builders? I think not drinking is really messing with her brain. Although that was most probably another lie.
I'd forgotten about the pre-record. She's bleeping bananas.Did she forget she said on Friday she was spending the day making tea for the builders? I think not drinking is really messing with her brain. Although that was most probably another lie.
Lorna should not ... Full stop !Lorna should not wear boots
Hey @LadyLockdown there’s was a mod on here the other day you should have asked her how long you’ve gotta stay on the norty step re DM’sI'd forgotten about the pre-record. She's bleeping bananas.
I agree she'll be back at HH tomorrow... going on about how nervous she is and how she hopes we like it yada yada yada
In certain photos I should add, others she’s photoshopped them to bulge out her clothingWhy does she have a teenage boys chest?
It’s all smoke and mirrors with these two. The narcissist and her enabler.They really like to portray themselves as the real Luxe team. Her, fashion designer, model who is followed by over a million and lucky enough to be married to her soul mate. Him, photographer and successful banking career in the City and married to his soul mate. The reality is she has little imagination, picks cheap and nasty clothing from a catalogue, stands on New Bond Street, with fake, nasty extensions, modelling clothes she would never wear herself whilst standing on her tip toes. Edits her photos so they no longer look like her, two sizes smaller and a full on tan. Always kicking her leg with sunglasses hanging off her face no doubt shouting at her ‘soulmate’ take it again! Again! Living in a flat she hates. Sitting on the cold floor and daily GRWM. Teaching her followers how to tie a cardigan. Lies that much even she know longer knows if it’s a lie or the truth. Flouts the law as she’s a ‘model’. Barely sleeps as she’s a blocking negative/challenging comments most of the night. He just fawns all over her whilst probably being mocked by his work colleagues. Constantly paying for presents to keep his ‘soulmate’ in a good mood so she’s not moaning whilst he tries to do his job. What a sad life you both lead!
I saw this gem the other day in an article (apparently taken on her first ITS shoot in Cannes), no doubt filtered to within an inch of her life.Why does she have a teenage boys chest?
In certain photos I should add, others she’s photoshopped them to bulge out her clothing
Her body looks good there though even when she edits it now she looks weird with odd shape legs and boobs up to her chinI saw this gem the other day in an article (apparently taken on her first ITS shoot in Cannes), no doubt filtered to within an inch of her life.
I categorically and genuinely cannot understand her obsession (and her extraordinary lack of imagination) with taking all her photos on the pavements outside designer shops on New/Old Bond street, and always clutching a handbag. Can she honestly, truly think of NOTHING else? I have seen sooo many pictures online for higher-end clothing retailers (which is what she tries to portray), and they are beautiful: They are not all clutching a handbag for a start (even the outdoor street ones), and so many of the indoor ones (especially the Parisian ones) give me apartment envy. Their flat has large windows and beautiful wooden floors and is crying out for a few minor props to make her be able to shoot fabulous pics indoors. Why does she think fashun only appeals to people if she stands outside Dior or Gucci, clutching a handbag? She even clutches her wretched handbags (all empty, as pointed out in someone's previous post) when she does take photos in her front room. Who the duck walks around with a handbag in the house?? Or is the outdoor obsession because Mario Testino is such a shoddy photographer that he lacks imagination to do indoor photography?They really like to portray themselves as the real Luxe team. Her, fashion designer, model who is followed by over a million and lucky enough to be married to her soul mate. Him, photographer and successful banking career in the City and married to his soul mate. The reality is she has little imagination, picks cheap and nasty clothing from a catalogue, stands on New Bond Street, with fake, nasty extensions, modelling clothes she would never wear herself whilst standing on her tip toes. Edits her photos so they no longer look like her, two sizes smaller and a full on tan. Always kicking her leg with sunglasses hanging off her face no doubt shouting at her ‘soulmate’ take it again! Again! Living in a flat she hates. Sitting on the cold floor and daily GRWM. Teaching her followers how to tie a cardigan. Lies that much even she know longer knows if it’s a lie or the truth. Flouts the law as she’s a ‘model’. Barely sleeps as she’s a blocking negative/challenging comments most of the night. He just fawns all over her whilst probably being mocked by his work colleagues. Constantly paying for presents to keep his ‘soulmate’ in a good mood so she’s not moaning whilst he tries to do his job. What a sad life you both lead!
The people who buy her “line” are the same people who buy designer knock offs in Turkey. They see it as an aspirational thing and so by extension, her posting outside Dior is more engaging than, say, something more editorial done inside. They’re the same people who have that God awful Prada street sign wall art and while that’s fine, and while I sound like a snob, it’s not real fashion; it’s fashion for people who wouldn’t know Grace Coddington was if she popped up in their soup.I categorically and genuinely cannot understand her obsession (and her extraordinary lack of imagination) with taking all her photos on the pavements outside designer shops on New/Old Bond street, and always clutching a handbag. Can she honestly, truly think of NOTHING else? I have seen sooo many pictures online for higher-end clothing retailers (which is what she tries to portray), and they are beautiful: They are not all clutching a handbag for a start (even the outdoor street ones), and so many of the indoor ones (especially the Parisian ones) give me apartment envy. Their flat has large windows and beautiful wooden floors and is crying out for a few minor props to make her be able to shoot fabulous pics indoors. Why does she think fashun only appeals to people if she stands outside Dior or Gucci, clutching a handbag? She even clutches her wretched handbags (all empty, as pointed out in someone's previous post) when she does take photos in her front room. Who the duck walks around with a handbag in the house?? Or is the outdoor obsession because Mario Testino is such a shoddy photographer that he lacks imagination to do indoor photography?
I'm truly stupefied (and, having revently had Covid, I am also unbelievably bleeping angry) that she drove two hours to London, booked into a £500-a-night (for a basic room) luxury hotel for four nights, JUST so that she could stand next to a drain cover littered with fag-ends with a closed Prada shop behind her, wearing a tracksuit that is quite evidently NOT something one would wear to go rendezvous-ing in London. That's the kind of thing you'd wear to watch a movie or read a book. So they probably spent (or were sponsored by Browns) about £2.400 on a room, plus four hours' travel (illegally), for a handful of quite frankly unfathomably abysmal images? I am at a loss. And that husband of hers absolutely cannot be working at a bank (or anywhere else). His colleagues must think he's an outright buffoon, and surely they cannot take him seriously?
Rant over. I need more coffee.
Love how she’s pretending that’s this morning when she’s got exactly the same makeup on as yesterdayNah surely this makeup is a joke.
This is so accurate! What you described is not only her target audience... it also describes her. I remember her standing outside the venue during fashion week without a single show attendance. It is not about fashion for her or many others just like her, it is about the validation, feeding their ego by being surrounded by people who are somebody when those very people who they admire don’t even know their names; breathing the same air as them creates the illusion of success for these people. It is the constant faking without ever making it. It is not about fashion.The people who buy her “line” are the same people who buy designer knock offs in Turkey. They see it as an aspirational thing and so by extension, her posting outside Dior is more engaging than, say, something more editorial done inside. They’re the same people who have that God awful Prada street sign wall art and while that’s fine, and while I sound like a snob, it’s not real fashion; it’s fashion for people who wouldn’t know Grace Coddington was if she popped up in their soup.
But wasnt yesterday really SaturdayLove how she’s pretending that’s this morning when she’s got exactly the same makeup on as yesterday