воскресенье, 23 апреля 2017 г.
But who’s influencing our fashion must-haves? We meet the stylistas tipping the trends before they happen.
Model Naomi Shimada, 23, from London, flaunts her killer curves for New Look and Simply Be after putting her "skinny" days behind her.
"I don't like people calling me a plus-size model. I'm only a size 14, 5ft 10in and 9st 13lb - that's normal!
I was signed up by a modelling agency at the age of 13, after being 'spotted' in a cafe in Spain. I then modelled for brands including Fake Bake and The Body Shop.
But although I was successful, I was constantly battling with my body. I'm naturally curvy, but I felt like my livelihood depended on how skinny I was. Over the years, I tried every fad diet and exercise regime around - from the maple syrup diet to hula-hooping - all in a bid to stay 8st 7lb and a size six.
Until last year, I managed to keep model-thin, but it was a struggle. While I never had an eating disorder because I loved food too much, I felt my personality disappearing along with the pounds. I decided the dieting had to stop and I started eating properly again.
It's been such a relief. My mood changed almost overnight and I'm now a 'normal-size' model (wouldn't it be great if 'plus-size' girls were just called 'models'?).
As a size 14, I've never felt more comfortable in my own skin - this is the way I'm meant to be. I make sure that I still exercise and eat healthily, but I'm not ashamed of who I am.
I'm getting better jobs - I've done campaigns for Evans and New Look and I'm in talks with a cool British designer. People think you have to be skinny to be beautiful, but it's not true - look at model Crystal Renn or actress Christina Hendricks from Mad Men. Curves are sexy; they're the future."
Key trends? Tie-dye and '50s figure-hugging underwear.
My best-ever fashion buy was... My roller boots.
My fashion icons are.. Kelis and Grace Jones.
Trend spotter and fashion pundit Antonia O'Brien, 23, from London, is the super-stylish star of My-wardrobe.com's My-TV.
"Growing up, I always knew I wanted to work in fashion but also loved the idea of being a presenter - I just wasn't sure how to combine the two.
I started out working in clothes shops then, after graduating from Northumbria University with a degree in fashion history, I did some work experience at online boutique My-wardrobe.com. One day, I got chatting to the company's CEO Sarah Curran. I mentioned that I'd love to do some presenting and, to my amazement, she offered me a job doing just that!
Now I'm a presenter for My-TV, making online fashion clips. I pick trends to focus on based on catwalk shows, fashion websites and magazines. Earlier this year, a producer at GMTV saw a clip of me and invited me to appear on the show. Sitting on the sofa talking trends with Emma Bunton was unbelievable.
To do this job, you need to immerse yourself in fashion. Make a showreel and send it to casting agents. The industry is competitive, but really rewarding."
Key trends? Lace - you can add just a small touch and be on trend - and leather.
My fashion icon is... Actress Diane Kruger as she's so cutting-edge.
My best-ever fashion buy was... A Céline blazer that cost £30 from a charity shop.
THE GREEN GODDESS
Web wonder Lianne Ludlow, 34, from Hampshire, is on a mission to prove that green is the new black with her online boutique Fashion-conscience.com.
"I was on holiday in India three years ago when I had my light-bulb moment. Though I'd always been fairly 'green', I wanted to do more. So I decided to use my expertise as a fashion journalist to launch an ethical fashion website selling stylish clothes and accessories.
Green fashion boutiques felt like the uncool younger sister, all hemp sacks and hessian. I knew it could be glossy and glam. I started work on Fashion Conscience, my website that sells organic, vegan and fair-trade clothing and accessories. I had one rule: style first, ethics second. At first, it was a struggle. But I'm discovering lots of exciting designers and now help labels develop stylish eco products. I'd love to see eco-fashion shops on every high street one day."
I'd kill for... An aviator-style jacket.
Top tip for A/W? Buy timeless pieces - they'll last for years.
Britain's Next Top Model judge and stylist Grace Woodward, 33, from London, decides what top celebs wear for their close-ups.
"Some days I'm pinning clothes to a celebrity for a photo shoot at the break of dawn. Others, I'm making a dress out of dead fish - yes, really!
Working in fashion's certainly not all glamour. But I love every moment of my job. I've always been obsessed by style. I've tried every trend going - from indie to pop to goth.
At 18, I went to the London College Of Fashion to do a degree in fashion promotion. When I graduated, I worked as a PR for posh lingerie label Agent Provocateur. To say I learnt on the job is an understatement. I had to do everything on fast-forward - from devising advertising and marketing campaigns to shooting look books. It was hectic, but amazing.
After four years, I became a freelance stylist. Through Agent Provocateur, I met the legendary photographer Rankin, who's worked with everyone from Britney to Lily Allen. We started to get together on shoots, doing some bonkers jobs - like the dead-fish dress - as well as some big campaigns, such as the Dove Real Women adverts.
I learned so much from working with such talented people. Now, as well as styling shoots and catwalk shows, I dress stars like Florence Welch and La Roux. We'll chat about their image, then I'll start researching and pulling together outfits that I think will give them the look they want.
I'm also a judge on Britain's Next Top Model. It's amazing but it's tough, too. We're making and breaking dreams, so we have to make the right decisions.
Styling's not for the faint-hearted. For the first few years you won't make much money. You definitely have to love clothes more than cash! Start by making your own outfits and working your own look. Apply to fashion labels, make contacts, work stupidly hard and you'll get there."
My best-ever fashion buy was... My Chanel pumps. They feel just as special as heels.
Ones to watch? Designer Yang Du and T-shirt label I Love Boxie.
THE CAN-DO DESIGNER
Despite having no fashion training, Ducie Keam-George, 35, from west London, is a designer selling her own label at Ducie.co.uk.
"If you really want it, you can get into fashion at any time. I'm proof of that.
In 2004, I started my label, Ducie, with no formal training and little money. I never thought I could be a designer, but everything changed in 2003, while I was on holiday in India with my husband Dan, 39, an events producer. I fell in love with the beautiful silks there and imagined making clothes using that kind of fabric. With the help of a local businessman, a friend of a friend, we found a factory that could produce our designs and bought fabrics with our £4,000 life savings.
I learned everything from scratch, spending weeks in India sketching ideas, working with a pattern-cutter and tailor. In four months, my collection was ready.
Back in the UK, I got a stall at London's Portobello Market. The label started to get noticed by people, including celebs like Dannii Minogue. Our turnover is increasing annually and we're planning our first collection for London Fashion Week in 2012. It's really exciting."
Top tip for A/W? Flowing maxis with a faux-fur jacket
My best-ever fashion buy was... A pair of vintage fur boots from Portobello Market.
THE HIGH-STREET BUYER
Madeleine Evans, 35, from Pembrokeshire, brings hot fashion to the high street as head of buying at Topshop.
"My job is to predict which trends are going to be big for our customers, and to make sure we're the first on the high street to get those looks into our stores. My decisions can mean the difference between something selling out or ending up on the sale rail, so I need to understand how style works and what women are looking for.
Inspiration for new looks comes from everywhere - travel, art, film, markets, books. Once we've got an idea, we work on the design, then get a sample put together. We then decide what quantities we need to order. With two key collections every year, it's fast-moving and hard work. But when I see someone in the street wearing a piece my team has created, I get a real buzz.
I've been at Topshop for 12 years and have worked my way up. To be a buyer, you have to live and breathe fashion. You'll be spotting trends before they happen. An internship with a big fashion retailer will help you meet the right people. It's a brilliant industry - and think of all the clothes you can treat yourself to in the name of research!"
Top tip for A/W? Swap skinnies for high-waisted, wide-leg and kick-flare trousers.
Ones to watch: Model Imogen Newton from our A/W '10 campaign - she's destined for great things.
суббота, 22 апреля 2017 г.
Got a strange lump, bump or wobbly bit? Worry not, here we explain all...
By Martha Roberts, 26/09/2010
Let's face it, our bodies can sometimes be freaky bits of kit. Every so often, something will crop up that doesn't look, well, right. And as for seeing a GP about it - forget it! According to new research*, 42 per cent of UK women search health symptoms online at least once a day and spend almost 30 hours a year (that's four working days) discussing their findings with colleagues.
Lumps and bumps can often be embarrassing, so patients are even more likely to seek advice online rather than talk to their GP. This instant access to information is turning us into what the medical profession have dubbed the "worried well". "We've become a nation of 'cyberchondriacs', logging on to self-diagnose rather than seeing an expert," says Dr Louise Newson, of health information service Patient UK (Patient.co.uk). "The internet is great, but it shouldn't replace a qualified GP."
Condition curiosity got the better of you? Step away from the computer and swap logging on for reading on...
I've got a... small nodule in my armpit
What the heck could it be? A SEBACEOUS CYST
According to Fabulous' Dr Hilary Jones, these are commonly mistaken for cancerous lumps - and for this reason it's a good idea to get them checked out by your GP. But sebaceous cysts are blocked sweat glands that are usually nothing to worry about. "Sebaceous cysts appear just beneath the skin, unlike lumps caused by lymph nodes that have swollen due to a bacterial or viral infection - these appear deeper under the skin and feel rubbery," says Dr Hilary.
What to do Sebaceous cysts will disappear without treatment. If they're causing you pain, this could be a sign of infection, which can be treated with a week's course of antiobiotics. Prone to bumpy bits? Try using an alcohol-based spray deodorant which, unlike oil-based roll-ons, won't block your sweat glands.
88% of adults logged on for a diagnosis this year alone**
I've got a... spidery spot on my chest
What the heck could it be? SPIDER ANGIOMA
This bright red spot with spidery arms may sound like the kind of dodgy tattoo you'd have acquired while travelling in the early '90s but now? No thanks. "Spider angioma often occurs on the face, neck, upper torso and arms," says Dr Hilary. "It's a result of taking the Pill, drinking alcohol and sun exposure, all of which dilate tiny blood vessels called arterioles and make them more visible." Creepy.
What to do "These are found in about 10 to 15 per cent of healthy adults and are nothing to worry about," says Dr Nisith Sheth, consultant dermatologist at London's Cadogan Clinic. Many just resolve themselves, but if they don't, they can be cauterised (when the ends of the blood vessels are burned to seal them), or zapped with a laser (from £350, Cadoganclinic.com).
I've got a... strange bump on my wrist
What the heck could it be? A GANGLION
So, the wart look may rock for Halloween but for the rest of the year? Yuck. "A ganglion cyst is a pea-sized swelling filled with fluid, usually found near the wrist," says Dr Hilary. "It can occur because of an irritation on the joints and they move around when you twiddle your fingers so can be very visible."
What to do Ganglions are harmless. "To get rid of one, you can have it aspirated (when a needle is inserted to draw out the fluid inside), or surgically removed," explains Dr Hilary.
70% of ganglions occur in people aged between 20 and 40***
I've got a... rash under my boobs
What the heck could it be? INTERTRIGO
Got the kind of flush that no sexy bra is going to hide? We know this is gross, but the folds under breasts (and in the groin) provide perfect damp conditions for inflammation. Intertrigo may sound like a dodgy nightclub, but this inflammation which occurs in skin folds is caused by a bacterial or fungal infection.
What to do Say bye-bye to your favourite Lycra and synthetic outfits and opt for lighter fabrics to stop sweating. Topical treatments such as anti-fungal creams and steroids (try Canesten Hydrocortisone Cream, £5.99, Boots) can clear it up, as can anti-fungal tablets or antibiotics from your GP. A moisturising cream will also help soothe irritation. But while short-term solutions work well, the best solution if you are overweight is to diet, warns Dr Sheth. "Smaller skin creases mean fewer chances for fungi to make themselves at home."
I've got a... lump on the outside of my foot
What the heck could it be? A CALLUS
If it's on the same side as your big toe, chances are the lump on your foot is a bunion, which is an enlargement of bone or tissue. If it's next to your little toe, Mike O'Neill, podiatric surgeon and spokesman for the Society of Chiropodists and Podiatrists (Feetforlife.org), says it's a callus, which is a painful area of hard skin. "Shoes that are too high and too tight can cause pressure in areas that aren't used to stress, like the side of the little toe, causing calluses," he says. If these are ignored, a painful thickening of the skin called a corn can develop on top of the callus.
What to do Use a foot file to help get rid of hard skin, and while we're not suggesting shuffling around in your slippers, try wearing shoes that aren't too high sometimes. "Soft leather is best," says Mike.
Debbie Pemberton, 39, was driven to the brink of suicide in one of the worst cases of stalking police had seen. As her story is turned into an ITV1 drama, U Be Dead, she reveals how she survived
Even eight years on, the beep of a text message is enough to take me back to the worst time of my life. A time when I received up to 10 texts a day from a stalker, threatening to kill me. A time when I lived every second in fear, ducking into doorways on my way to work in case I was being followed; when I was terrified to tell friends and even my family what I was going through, in case one of them was my tormentor. A time when panic was an emotion I felt every waking hour.
The first call occurred when Jan and I were travelling by train from his houseboat in London to my flat in Dorset for the weekend. A woman asked me to confirm my full name, before hanging up. It sounded like a marketing company, so I thought nothing of it.
A few minutes later, Jan got a text saying: "I know where you park your car at the hospital." Convinced it was a crank caller, we ignored it. But when we started getting three or four messages at a time, all along a similar theme, we realised it was more than a joke. And when we tried to call the sender's number it didn't connect.
Jan and I contacted the police for help. They told us to keep the messages, but not to worry. Jan couldn't think of anyone it could be, and I couldn't understand why someone would treat us like that.
We went back to the police, who recommended we change our phone numbers, but we decided not to.
Soon I was receiving up to 10 threats a day. One said: "A bullet waiting for U. Gunman paid", and another simply said: "U B Dead." I became increasingly suspicious and paranoid, questioning the motives of everyone I met, from the stranger sitting next to me on the train to the person who pushed past me in the street.
Jan was receiving messages too, but his were complimentary, telling him how much he was admired. It became obvious to me that this person was a jealous woman. Someone who saw me as a love rival. And she wanted me out of the way.
A few weeks later, we returned to the boat after a night out in the pub. Jan stepped in ahead of me, then shouted: "Get back!" The gas taps had been turned on. If we'd been out for much longer, the boat would have exploded the moment we turned on a light.
Hysterical, I broke down. Text threats were one thing, but this was physical. Someone wanted to harm us.
Soon I didn't even feel safe in my own home. Police traced calls and texts to phone boxes nearby, even to the station where I caught the train every morning - some had phones with keyboards where you could send texts to mobiles - this person knew our daily routines, where we lived and how I got to work for my job as a financial analyst.
In the office, I couldn't concentrate. A woman constantly bombarded my department with calls, abusing my colleagues if they didn't put her through. She even called the chief executive, saying I'd leaked sensitive information to the press. I hadn't, but they had to investigate. Thankfully, they were understanding, but it was still damaging.
By now, we'd moved in together. Jan was able to take each day as it came. While I craved his support, he wanted me to be stronger, which I found frustrating.
In 2003, we decided to move to a 'safe house', one that Jan and I found near where we lived already. We told no one our new address - not even our friends or family. I hated it, but I felt secure for the first time. I'd switch my phone off at night, trying to escape. But every morning, a flurry of hate messages would flood my inbox.
Feeling suffocated, Jan and I struggled. Even our wedding was being destroyed by our stalker. I had to use a password when I spoke to the wedding venue, because our stalker had tried to cancel the booking four times. When that failed, she'd sent a text saying that she'd poison our guests.
The gas was on the boat could have exploded
The police still didn't know who my stalker was, but as our wedding day grew closer, Jan and I came up with a plan. We'd secretly postpone our wedding and hold a 'fake' one instead - hoping our stalker would do something to identify herself. Cancelling our day was heartbreaking, but it was our chance to catch this woman.
As our 'real' wedding was put on hold - the one thing I'd been looking forward to - I even considered killing myself, ending it all just so I'd be free. But I couldn't let this person destroy me. I refused to give in.
I needed Jan's support more than ever, but we had started arguing over tiny things and he became distant.
On what should have been the happiest day of my life on September 6, 2003, I sat, terrified, in my parents' house with two police officers. More police were waiting at the venue in case the stalker showed up there. My £2,000 wedding dress hung on a bedroom door, unworn.
Maria Marchese, 45, was found in a phone box and arrested. The police called us after they'd taken her to the station to tell us who she was. We were baffled.
Marchese was a complete stranger. We'd never heard of her. She'd become obsessed with Jan after he'd treated her partner. Marchese had accompanied him to his appointment. Jan, though, had no recollection of meeting her.
But in Marchese's mind the only thing standing in the way of their relationship was me - the "vile slut", the "FDT" (f***ing Debbie tart).
With all the stress, my relationship with Jan was crumbling. Isolated and alone, I couldn't confide in him now.
Soon after Marchese's arrest, I discovered Jan was having an affair with a PR executive, Bethan, then 24, after finding a romantic text message from her on his phone. Devastated, I couldn't believe he was holding another woman in his arms when I needed him.
Now Marchese had what she wanted, I was no longer worried that she'd contact me again, even though she was out on bail. Once I was out of the way, the messages stopped.
I moved to a friend's flat in London and started questioning my future. Marchese had turned me into a terrified wreck, my reputation at work had been dented and I'd lost my fiancé. I had to move on.
In November 2003 our case against Marchese never made it to court due to lack of evidence. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This woman had ruined my life and was getting away with it.
Desperate for a fresh start, I decided to leave the country. Moving to France in November 2004, I found a job as an accountant at a ski resort in the Alps. When I arrived, I had my first proper night's sleep in a year.
At first, I was wary of making friends, but the resort was small and I soon relaxed. I even started going out for dinner, drinks and having fun.
Jan and I had to cancel our wedding day
It was on a night out that I met John, now 35, a ski instructor and hotel manager. Anxious about getting involved with a new man, we took our relationship slowly. At first I didn't tell him what had happened back in London. I wanted him to know me as me, not a victim.
But Marchese wouldn't leave me alone. In December 2004, the police called to say she had accused Jan of raping her. She'd called me as a witness for the prosecution. I was furious. Marchese was still invading my life. I wondered if she would ever leave me alone.
Breaking down, I turned to John. Little by little, I told him my story. He was shocked, but supportive. He sat and listened, wiped away my tears and made me feel safe.
Jan was under suspicion of rape for almost 18 months before the case against him was dropped. It turned out that Marchese had stolen a condom from Jan's bin and emptied the contents of it onto her clothes. Eventually, it was proven that his girlfriend Bethan's DNA was also on the sample and the case was dismissed. It was disgusting that Marchese's case had got so far, but that Jan and mine's case against her had stalled from the beginning. But thanks to her cry of rape she was prosecuted for perverting the course of justice. Then more evidence allowed my case to be re-opened and Marchese was charged with harassment and threats to kill.
I was called to give evidence in court in July 2006. Determined to face up to her, I was shocked to see nothing in her eyes. No emotion. No understanding of how she'd nearly destroyed me.
Boiling up with anger for what she'd done to me and determined to make sure people understood what I went through, I allowed myself to cry in front of the jury: 'I was driven to the brink of despair. I just wanted a way out,' I sobbed. Fighting her, I felt stronger.
Maria Marchese was found guilty on all the charges and jailed for nine years in January 2007. The conviction finally gave me closure. Returning to France, I slept better than ever and started focusing on my job and my boyfriend. Three months after the trial ended, John proposed.
We married in January this year and our wedding couldn't have been more different from the one I'd planned with Jan. Only 20 or so of our family and friends were invited, but the day was perfect. I felt free and happy.
It wasn't until I started talking at length to the screenwriter that I realised just how far I've come since that dark time. Even though I may never be the trusting person I was, I'm almost me again. John's healed so much of the hurt just by being there and supporting me. I laugh with him, something I used to worry I'd never do again.
I've changed every detail of my identity, including my name. I don't give out my mobile number or have a Facebook or Twitter account. I've lost touch with old friends as a result, but that's a sacrifice I've had to make.
It's horrific that it's taken my stalking case and several other high-profile ones - including the death of Clare Bernal, who was shot in London's Harvey Nichols in 2005 - to show how serious stalking can be. And in Jan's case, the untrue allegations of rape made by Marchese will be on his record forever. But I'm happy that there are now special units and services available to victims of stalkers, offering valuable counselling, which is something I was never given.
As for my feelings towards Marchese - I almost pity her. What she put me through was disgusting. Police said it was one of the worst cases of stalking they'd ever seen.
Marchese took five years of happiness from me - time that I'll never get back. There's no excuse for that. She'll be up for parole in 2012 if she shows any remorse, though I doubt that will happen.
Of course, I'm not looking forward to her release. But I have to tell myself it was never really me she was interested in. I was in the way, that "FDT" that kept her from Jan. I refuse to let this woman steal any more of my happiness."
пятница, 21 апреля 2017 г.
When Elizabeth Gilbert’s book Eat, Pray, Love, enticed Julia Roberts back on to the big screen, we just had to know all about it.
|Julia Roberts plays Elizabeth in Eat, Pray, Love|
Here the author shares her journey
By Kathryn Knight, 05/09/2010
It wasn't the first time the topic had come up, but now my sister's words hit home in a way they hadn't before. As she cradled her baby, she joked:
"Having a baby is like getting a tattoo - you need to be certain it's what you want before you commit."
It was a flippant comment, but little did she know that it cut to the heart of the turmoil I was going through. I didn't want to face up to it, but I didn't love my husband any more. I didn't want to be married and I didn't want the baby everyone, including him, was expecting me to have.
Looking back, I had no idea then that this moment of despair would be the start of a journey that would change my life - and with it the lives of hundreds of other women who felt as low as I did. All I knew was that I had to escape.
To outsiders, I had a charmed life. At 31, I was married, living in a beautiful house in the New York suburbs and loving my job as a freelance writer. But inside I felt empty and trapped.
When I met my husband in my early 20s and married at 24, I thought he was The One. No one prepared me for the fact he might not be; that, as the years went by, we'd grow apart.
After seven years of marriage, I plucked up the courage to walk away. The divorce was difficult and, by the time the decree absolute came through, I was 34 and struggling to come to terms with the failure of my marriage.
As the months passed, an idea began to form. I'd always wanted to explore Italy, India and Indonesia, and now I had no ties, it was my chance to get my life back.
Using my savings, I started planning my trip. When I set off in the late summer of 2003 I didn't know what to expect, just that I was going to write down all my experiences and find out what I wanted from life.
Arriving in Rome, I only had two plans. To rent an apartment close to the iconic Spanish Steps and enrol in Italian classes. In America I'd lived my life at breakneck speed, juggling work with a frantic social life, never wanting to slow down. I decided to let life run at its own pace.
I knew no one, which I thought would be terrifying, but I soon made lots of vibrant Italian friends who I'd meet for amazing meals in local restaurants where we'd drink limoncello until the small hours. They flirted with me too, especially Giovanni, a 24-year-old brown-eyed Casanova.
But however delicious the thought might be, inviting another man into my bed was not the right way for me to get over my failed marriage.
After Rome, I travelled all over Italy, marvelling at the fact that the woman who always watched what she ate now survived on cheese, pasta, bread and wine.
One night, as I tucked into pizza, I glanced into the mirror and saw a bright-eyed, clear-skinned, healthy face. I'd arrived sad and brittle, but food was healing me. By the time I left Italy I was a stone and a half heavier, but more content.
Spending a lot of time alone made me realise I was the only person responsible for my happiness, or lack of it.
When I arrived in India, four months after leaving New York, I was ready for my journey to take a new direction. My body was better, now it was time to heal my mind.
I'd arranged to stay at an ashram (a religious retreat) hidden in the heart of rural India. Each day I'd visit a meditation cave, chanting and trying to clear my mind of worries. It was hard at first, as I would think about what everyone was doing back at home. But slowly, I learned to focus and I soon learned to love the simple way of life at the ashram. I realised there was such a thing as being too in control. I had to stop taking myself so seriously.
As I left India for Bali, I felt full of peace in a way I'd never experienced before.
Arriving on the Indonesian island, I rented a tiny cottage in the mountains, filling my days with walking, cycling, reading and meditation. With every day, the pain of my divorce eased. Instead of sickening heartbreak and failure, I could understand what had gone wrong. My husband wasn't a bad person, we'd just been wrong for each other. But I'd started to wonder if I'd ever find love again.
Then, a few weeks after I arrived on the island, I met Felipe, a 57-year-old Brazilian musician, at a party. He was also travelling and although my defences were still up, as the weeks went by I allowed myself to open up to him. We took road trips, explored sun-soaked beaches and spent lazy afternoons in each other's arms. Slowly, we fell in love. I didn't worry about the age gap, in fact I found it sexy, and the fact he already had kids from a previous relationship meant that there would never be any pressure on me to start a family. Felipe and I were equals, and by the time I had to return to America in 2004, we'd vowed to make a life together.
I decided to write a book about my journey, Eat, Pray, Love - eat for the food in Italy, pray for India and love for finding Felipe in Bali. I was thrilled and bewildered after it was published in 2006. Then I read in an interview with Julia Roberts that she was giving all her girlfriends the book as a Christmas present.
Suddenly, my life went crazy. What had meant to be a journal, charting my travels, became a bestseller. It felt great, but of course, there were downsides. Although friends and family who I'd mentioned in the book were happy with what I'd written, my ex-husband was angry about how I'd spoken about the breakdown of our marriage. He's moved on, remarried and since had children, but he felt I'd been unfair.
I'd moved on too. Felipe and I married in 2007 in a simple ceremony. Today we live in a small town in New Jersey. We don't have kids and I've no regrets.
When I heard Julia Roberts was going to play me in the film version of Eat, Pray, Love I was so happy. I visited the set and was introduced to her. She was really sweet.
In some ways my new life isn't so different from my old one - it's me that's changed. I'm calmer, more centred. I'm much more suited to my second husband, and I am a much better second wife." l Eat, Pray, Love opens in cinemas nationwide on September 24.The Eat, Pray, Love phenomenon
Elizabeth Gilbert's travel journal was published in America in February 2006. After talkshow host Oprah Winfrey dedicated two episodes of her show to Eat, Pray, Love, it quickly became a must-read. Only 30,000 hardback copies were released, but it has now sold more than 7 million copies in over 40 languages. Fans can even recreate Elizabeth's trip for themselves, with tour operators offering packages taking in the three countries she visited.
четверг, 20 апреля 2017 г.
|It's a long way from Coronation Street...Brooke Vincent at V Festival|
We love a festival here at Fabulous, especially one where we get to hang out with our fave celebrities all day. Which is why we couldn't wait to put on our wellies and (super-chic) waterproofs and head to the Virgin Media V Festival last weekend.
|Our fave cover star Peter Andre caused hysteria when he performed|
We decamped to Chelmsford in Essex and Weston Park in Staffordshire, where loads of super-hot acts were playing. Kings Of Leon rocked, Peter Andre almost caused a crowd crush after thousands flocked to see him and Florence And The Machine gave a storming performance - Dizzee Rascal's definitely got the love for the gorgeous red-head, and was spotted larging it up in the crowd!
Even better, we managed to catch up with some of our fab cover stars, including Diana Vickers and Coleen Rooney. We also compared festival notes with stunning Dr Who star Karen Gillan, Billie Piper and birthday boy Sir Richard Branson. And we even had a gorgeous night's sleep, thanks to our ReadyBeds (www.argos.co.uk). Not even the rain could make the V Festival's fifteenth year a washout. Roll on next year!
|Fashion assistant Nana with Diana Vickers|
среда, 19 апреля 2017 г.
There are ways to avoid that annoying friend... well, unless they’re online – then you have to listen to all kinds of nonsense.
Celeb offender: Big Brother 8's Chanelle Hayes recently gave birth to her first baby, Blakely, and has been tweeting about him ever since. "Happiest day of my life. I'm a mummy and my baby is beautiful!" was followed by: "Baby update: he gets more gorgeous every minute!" and then "Blakely is officially the best baby ever to have graced this planet." Snore off.
Celeb offenders: We've had Lindsay Lohan, Kelly Osbourne and Paris Hilton sharing their grudges, so it should be no surprise that other celebs have jumped on the public-ranting bandwagon. Singer Sinitta recently had a go at former friend and fellow ex of Simon Cowell Jackie St Clair, who had apparently accused her of having an affair with a male friend.
Celeb offender: The Hills star Heidi Montag recently filed for divorce from her reality TV partner Spencer Pratt, who's been left feeling more than a little down in the dumps about his hard luck (and can now probably kiss goodbye to lucrative fame-seeking stints on the likes of I'm A Celeb!).
Celeb offenders: Hollywood couple Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher have been together since 2003, but they're still devoted to each other - and don't we all know it. Ashton regularly tweets pictures of his wife (including one of her bending over in her knickers), while Demi recently wrote: "My hubby is a true romantic! @aplusk said he's gonna build a house on the land of his 1st date w/ @mrskutcher."
And in July, Desperate Housewives actress Eva Longoria shared her happiness at her third wedding anniversary to Tony Parker by tweeting: "Happy Anniversary to my honey bunny @tp9network! 3 years baby!" Yeah, yeah, we get it. Bleugh!
By Laura Millar, 15/08/2017
The baby bore
The culprits: Mums who believe their child is the most interesting thing in the world - and that you need to hear about the blighter's every cough, smile and burp.
Baby bore's post: "Alfie just did his first wee on the potty!" or "Daisy's already learning Mandarin - and she's only two!" All accompanied by 3,456 pictures of their little angel, including previous photos of mum-to-be showing off her bump and every scan image.
Least likely update: "Kids really ruin your social life."
The culprits: People who want to air their dirty laundry in public, and try to guilt-trip those they think have crossed them. Online. For all to see.
Face-feuder's post: "I can't believe that Sue has accused me of sleeping around! Like she's so innocent"
Least likely update: "I'm not going to talk about my private life on here."
She retaliated on Twitter: "Stop telling people I'm having an affair at 15 and 25 I was afraid of you, I'm not now!" She later apologised for her comments. And actress Sadie Frost recently had a go at Sienna Miller on Twitter after discovering Jude's girlfriend had taken Sadie's daughter Iris for a spontaneous haircut.
"I think ya should get ya own child and then cut their hair!" she fumed, before shutting down her Twitter account.
The attention tweeter
The culprits: Cry-for-help posters who are hoping to shame you into feeling concern and rushing to their virtual aid.
Attention tweeter's post: "I just want today to be over" or "So sad today".
Least likely update: "Ain't life great!"
He recently tweeted poor-me messages like: "Yes I'm lonely" and "Being an ego-maniac is my defense mechanism to stop myself from getting hurt and feeling rejected? It never works." Ah, diddums!
The ODA*-ers ( Online Display of Affection)
The culprits: Nauseatingly loved-up couples desperate for the world to know they've still got that spark.
ODA-er's post: "Last night was totally amazing, babe. Love you sooooo much ; )" or "Alan's taking me out for a romantic Michelin-starred dinner tonight. He's AMAZING."
Least likely update: "If Andy keeps me awake snoring again, I will kill him."
And if you don't recognise any of that lot, you must know one of the following:
The ones who keep you guessing with their cryptic statements, just so their friends will ask them what they mean. They post things like: "Last night was simply incredible" or "I can't believe what just happened!". Just spill your guts properly, people!
The face bragger
Really annoying show-offs who insist on ramming all their "amazing" news down their not-so-lucky mates' throats. Yes, well done, you've been promoted to your dreamiest dream job - that doesn't mean we all want to know about it.
AKA that annoying person who "likes" everyone's status, comments on how "gorgeous" some girl she's only met once looks in her holiday pics and retweets everything you write. Argh! Facebook off!
Individuals who loiter around Facebook and Twitter looking at other people's updates, but never actually posting themselves. You know who you are.
The new netiquette
Tim Collins, author of The Little Book Of Twitter: Get Tweetwise! (Michael O'Mara Books, £3.99) says:
Only update your status or tweet if you've really got something worth telling people about. No one cares how many cups of tea you've had that day.
Be careful about posting pictures or talking about social events. Friends might feel offended if they weren't invited.
Remember to acknowledge people who write on your wall or send you a message. If you don't, it's just like ignoring an email or phone call.
Don't be boastful in your tweets or status updates. You'll end up looking like an attention seeker.
Never drink and update. Come on, you know why.