Monthly Archives: August 2012

Winning Wolf & Badger.

Last week, I attended the Wolf & Badger new designers party, which was the usual delightful combination of fun, fashion, and gin. Posted below are some snaps of my favourite finds:

In celebration of the Olympics, the theme was “Sports Day”, and so, as some vaguely attempted nod, I opted for an equestrian print shirt because my gym shorts are rather obscene. Also, I promise I wasn’t one of those fools who wears sunglasses indoors, at least for the most part; I was simply mesmerised by this Heidi London pair for sale and therefore temporary commandeering was obviously necessary.


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Music Monday: “Primadonna” by Marina and the Diamonds.

I realise this is not particularly new, but I’ve recently been listening to the album Electra Heart non-stop, especially the track “Primadonna”:

I’ve been a big fan of Marina ever since The Family Jewels first came out, and I love this song not only because it’s damn catchy but also because it epitomises what the album as a whole achieves: satirising the shallow elements of pop culture, not through an anarchistic medium such as punk rock but most uniquely through pure bubblegum pop itself.

Also, I can fucking dance to this on Canal Street, so that’s quite nice.

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Mulberry monster.

So, this AW12 campaign by Mulberry is the really very delightfully adorable:


That is all.

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Kinky sex existed before Fifty Shades.


Modern madness

The other day, I watched Sex Story: Fifty Shades of Grey, the Channel 4 documentary concerning the ridiculous book that I refuse to read mainly due to the dismal writing (“Two orgasms […] coming apart at the seams like the spin cycle on the washing machine, wow”). At one point, we’re introduced to a suburban married couple from Hertfordshire cooking meatballs, and the general gist of their own commentary is, “We’re not like normal married couples because we’re into BDSM.”


See, this is my main problem with the hype surrounding book: people are acting like BDSM is some crazy novelty, both in literature and actual practice. In the case of the former, Story of O by Pauline Réage was published, oh, nearly 60 years ago in 1954; crucially, moreover, the writing of the book is actually good, thereby rendering it actually sexy. As for the latter, can we all please just accept that BDSM is enjoyed to varying degrees by really quite a significant proportion of people and that this has been the case pretty much since sex was invented? Thanks.

Still, the documentary also featured various scathing soundbites, such as Kathy Lette’s opinion of the novel’s heroine, Anastasia: “Ana is perfect. She’s a 22-year-old virgin […] She has no gag reflex and never gets cystitis now matter how much fornication and friction. So yeah, a real woman  –  not.” Meanwhile, Rachel Johnson declared delightfully: “Call me old-fashioned, but I don’t know any women who want anal fisting of a Friday night.” Even more pertinently, she condemns how the book “just panders to a woman’s desire to be looked after by a rich man, which I think is regrettable on every level”. Hallelujah.

PS: Does anybody else find it really offensive that the media keep speculating that, thanks to this book, women are suddenly having lots of sex? As if we had little or no desire beforehand but then E. L. James came along with her exquisite writing and now, magically, marriages globally have been saved? It’s just like, “Fuck you very much, one and all”.


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Greetings, all; welcome to my new blog, The Nymphet!

My name’s Isabelle Dann, and I’ve just graduated from the University of Manchester with a BA (Hons) in English Literature. Previously, I have blogged at Izzen (, a fashion and beauty blog, the entirety of which is still viewable. Additionally, for the past two years, I worked as the Beauty Editor at my university’s student newspaper, The Mancunion; my work from this position can be read online at the following address:

Here at The Nymphet, by contrast, I will be posting my arbitrary ramblings on various topics, from social issues to the sartorial to sexy time. In the meantime, follow me on Twitter should you so fancy: @izzydann

À bientôt x

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