Rihanna's Collection for River Island

The collaboration between River Island and Rihanna has been long awaited and finally it is here. I bring to you a sneak peak of the clothes that will be hitting the high street shop's floors.

So what is the overall impression?  I am not that impressed.  We (the British public) have been emulating aspects of Rih Rih’s style for a while now: She brought the GEEK tops to the front of main stream fashion, she (consciously or subconsciously) encouraged young girls to wear shorts that refuse to coverthe arse and she endorsed the flat cap trend that has been sweeping the nation.  These were the clothes I was expecting to see within this collaboration. I was wrong.

Rihanna’s style is edgy.  She has gained fashion points from the alternative way she wears designer’s clothes (usually a bit risqué). Her programme, Styled to Rock featuring Henry Holland, her stylist Lysa Cooper and Nicole Roberts, also affirmed her knowledge and influence on fashion.  What I find odd about this collection is that I think it looks cheap. Not that I personally know Rihanna, but this collection looks as if she has said to a group of designers, ‘these are my favourite outfits I have worn, base my collection on these outfits.’

Ibiza

As I informed you, last week I was on the notorious party island of Ibiza. I was apprehensive about going to Ibiza: firstly because Ibiza is a place for excessive drinking (which Im not very good at) and secondly because the trip was being organised by Erasmus. So were my apprehensions viable?  Yes and no.

Our journey getting to Ibiza was absolute hell. We were told to get to the bus stop in Valencia for threepm. After a three hour wait outside at the bus stop (waiting for the unorganised Erasmus life staff to sort out which pupils had paid) we finally left at 6 o clock. 

We then had an hour and a half bus journey to Denia (the port where our ferry was leaving from).  We then had a two hour wait (outside in the cold) before we got on our ferry at 10pm.  Our ferry was four and a half hours long which consisted of drinking and bopping around in a 'boat disco'.  To paint you a picture; imagine a group of European people (a lot of french, german and italiens) all drunk, on a swaying ferry.  The boys were wearing dodgy coloured fake raybans, plastic trilbys, tacky wife beaters and ill-matched (mainly chequered or billabong) swim shorts.  The girls were wearing those too short shorts, flip flops and a fluro boob tube that doesn't stay up.  I sound very judgemental but it was more peoples behaviour that was most shocking.  Everyone on the boat was looking for a shag or at least a bit of tonsil tennis. After an hour or two of bopping on the boat, I looked around and realised that people were either eating each others faces, grinding on one another, excessively drinking, or passed out. We finally arrived in Ibiza at 2am.  We then had to wait an hour before being lead to our hotel which was a fifteen minute walk away. We arrived at our hotel at 3am where there was one man on the reception desk waiting to check in 300 students using paperwork.  We waited our turn and was finally checked in, freezing cold, at 4am. We arrived in our room to no beds set up and one sheet to keep us warm. Sleep was only granted at 5am after we had hunted a few blankets down and made our bed. 

Despite our crappy journey, the rest of the trip was fantastic.  Im going to go with the saying pictures speak a thousand words.  So here is the rest of our trip. 

The first day we hired cars and drove to a secluded little beach.  

Here is Laura in her cool tiger swimsuit on the beach.

Hugo passed out on the pebble beach.