A lot of people ask me what else is there to me other than my interest in fashion? A difficult one really, sometimes not much – as my interest in fashion takes up a lot of my time, and my life. However I can assure you that I am indeed a person, and there is more to me than just Mulberry bags, and Tom Ford sunglasses. So I am going to take some time out to tell you more about me; despite what a lot of people may think I am a person, definitely not incredible, or very interesting – but I am a human being which a lot of people seem to forget, or simply choose to overlook.

I often get accused of being aloof, or generally illusive. That is partially right however I have my reasoning. I have mentioned before in other blog posts how I am very much a believer in the Victorian concept which is the public, and private face. What I share publicly is very much different to what I would share privately. When you put yourself out there online you are putting yourself at risk, and under scrutiny, and that is why I choose to be impersonally personal instead (if that makes sense). I bite my tongue, hold back, write vague cryptic sentences, and hit backspace a lot – which is probably for the best as a lot of my waffling would not be appropriate, interesting, or the kind of thing I would want the whole world to know. As a rule of thumb I would not put anything on here I would not want my parent’s reading; which is probably a good job seeing as my parent’s do read my blog now (much to my annoyance sometimes; however I thank them for their support, putting up with my pseudo mad antics, and Mulberry ramblings).

I may at times appear to have tough skin, but I am just as insecure as everyone else (if not more so) – I worry about my hair, my eyes (too small!), my skin, my smile (getting my teeth whitened again this weekend hopefully, not that they have ever looked yellow; I’m just getting a complex), my general appearance, and all the other aesthetically related things that anyone else does. If you are going to leave negative anonymous comments I may brush it off, and be the bigger man; but deep down it does hurt me. I never get that upset anymore, I admittedly have cried before over such nonsense but now I pity anyone who has to go to such lows for their own sick amusement, and gratification. Just because I do not talk openly about my insecurities does not mean I do not have them, or that I am absolutely in love with how I look – because I am not.

So now we have established that I am indeed a human being even if I may not always act it, let’s establish a few basic facts. My name is Lorien – yes that is my real name much to a lot of disbelief, it’s not a pseudonym – I am genuinely called Lorien. Much to my amusement a lot of my friends call me ‘The Lorien’, and much to my dismay some choose to call me L’Oreal… however I suppose I am worth it, right (or at least that’s what I tell myself)?

I live in the countryside of West Worcestershire which can only really be described as picturesque. I tend to spend many of my weekends in Birmingham, or London – because we all know I am a city boy at heart. I love cities; probably because I live in a village… I enjoy the buzz, the people watching, the socialising, the wining, and dining, and the general atmosphere of something that is alive. I particularly adore spending time with my friends – although coffee tends to lead to cocktails, champagne, and debauched nights on the town (what can I say, I do not drink often, but when I drink I certainly drink). Contrary to popular belief I do not spend all my time drinking, whilst I do adore drinking with decent company I do not even drink every week, or during the week at all unless it’s a special occasion.

When I get the chance I love to read, in fact I often wake up cuddling my Kindle where I have fallen asleep reading into the early hours. I am particularly fond of classic literature, and modern classical American literature. When I was younger I struggled to learn to read, then I went from not reading at all to reading The Lord of The Rings – this changed my life. It was a turning point, and since I have always have the thirst for a great book. I really cannot comprehend people who do not read at all; it makes me think what a waste. I love how books test my emotional capacity, and make me feel – a sign of a good book to me is one where you feel betrayed because you have finished it. To me reading is knowledge, and knowledge is power. I salute the likes of Bret Easton Ellis, F. Scott Fitzgerald, and Edith Wharton who have kept me amused for hours.

I have never been massively popular, mainly because I am opinionated, I have strong interests, and I speak my mind. The cliche of Marmite has been applied to me before, however it’s true; people either tend to love me, or hate me – I am an acquired taste. I do not expect everyone to get on with me, because I know I do not get on with everyone. I am an easy going guy, and no where near as intimidating as people make me out to be. I do not tend to take issue with anyone else unless they take issue with me – I am a big advocate of common courtesy. I spent a lot of my time wanting everyone to like me, however since then I have realised that I would rather have a few people respect me than many that like me. There is more to life than popularity, and I would hands down any day rather a few incredible select friends than lots of mediocre friends.

I guess what I am failing to get at is that there is a lot more to me, I can be personal – but I am going to stop now because I have proved myself enough when I should not have to justify myself to anyone. I could share more of my interests, and personal information – but I will not because at the end of the day I am not here to make you love me (bonus points to you if you do). I really do appreciate that people read, and enjoy my blog, to the minority that do not; well don’t read it then. I am not just a ‘ditz’ who sips champagne, and shops in Harvey Nichols. If you want to get to know me do, if not well judge me all you want – because regardless I do not intend to change for any one any time soon . Bisou, bisou!