Isabel Marant for H&M.

Gimme gimme. Guillaume Macé isn't bad either.

Ahh Acne.

Now that the bitter winds of the Yorkshire autumn have very much asserted themselves in blustery walks to uni and teeth-chattering outings at night, the yearly lusting over Acne's fall collection of coats and jackets has begun. With shearling so soft you can already imagine your fingers running through it and rich, matte leather with just a suggestion of smooth, satiny sheen - not to mention the perfect oversized, boxy structuring and abundance of asymmetry - I feel like this collection may become the online equivalent of those dogeared favourite pages of well-thumbed paperbacks. Obviously my measly student bank account could never even grasp the concept of one of these winter warmers/eye-indulgers, but a girl can dream, right?

Hate.

I FINALLY watched 'La Haine'. I think you can assign judgement to a film by how long you stare incredulously at the silently rolling credits before realising it's time to stop the dvd. In this case it would be up at the 'superb' end of the scale; I even got to the bit where you can see the track list before I remembered to close my long-dropped jaw. I guess you could call it a kind of urban documentary, and although it has such a simple premise - following three friends from a neglected outer district of Paris during one day in real time - it is unbelievably effective in its portrayal of the permanent undercurrent of volatility which is palpable right until the jarring yet extremely effective finish. All three actors are brilliant - Said Taghmaoui, Hubert Kounde and of course the fabulous Vincent Cassel: 'Vinz', with his shaved head and lopsided swagger, is a slightly aggressive character (read: explosive) and is by far the standout performance, representing the conflicted persona of this frustrated generation. To add to that, the soundtrack is a treat for the ears, see Bob Marley's apt 'Burnin' and Lootin'' and Isaac Hayes' 'That Loving Feeling' (super sexy). If you want a film that combines beautiful black and white photography with gritty acting and dark humour, a strange incident with a cow and a spectacular bit of freestyle mixing of 'Sound of Da Police' with Edith Piaf, then 'La Haine' is perfect.

Abstractions/Intuition.

After working my fingers to the bone all summer (to the point that it felt like coffee had seeped through my tattered fingertips to become ingrained within the very fibres of my being), I have now entered the last stretch of the academic existence that has basically informed the structure of my life since I learnt to sing the alphabet at nursery. This is both one of the most exciting and the most terrifying thoughts that I have encountered up to now. Although at times I feel like curling into the foetal position and staring at the wall in moments of total panic at my lack of 'A Plan', I keep reminding myself to take a moment to bask in the fact that I can't even fathom the extent of possibilities that are stretching before me. Pretty crazy. So, final year: here we go.