Sunday, 24 January 2016

Repeat Offender

Entering the New Year leaves me in a state of limbo where I’ve struggled to commit to resolutions (they don’t stick or come into full effect until a new season rolls in tbh) and with everything bagged up and isolated, whilst I’m in the process of moving I haven’t fully had time to embrace it. That’s the thing about the New Year; it’s a thing, a label that comes with the obligation of investing in the idea that I can erase my actions and lessons from the previous 24 hours and wear the whole New Year New Me tag without guilt. However I can’t do that if everything that reminds of who I am comes with a whole lot of baggage that I’m not quite ready to 'Marie Kondo' out of my life yet.  I’ve revisited wearable pieces of my 2015 past and reconciled my love for the Camel coat, Denim and Dr Martens. My arsenal for an errand run when my life admin’s real estate increases in capacity and ‘throwing this on’ includes wearing outfits with little imagination when my brain switches off.  
Wearing: Vintage Camel coat (similar here, here and here), Vintage Brown Turtleneck, Levi Vintage Jeans, glitter socks and  Dr Martens Shoes
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Sunday, 13 December 2015

Falling Behind

I’m fashionably late to a party with no dress code.  This no rule to the rule information is new, overwhelming and somewhat freeing. Just as I was really getting into the groove of maturing my wardrobe with cashmere, wools and items to age well in, Gucci this season made Grandma chic’ cool again.

The AW15 season collection rouses a great attraction of enthusiasm. Whilst it unveils a smoke screen that ‘fashion-insta’s (those who buy into fast fashion for the gram) continue to dance around by challenging them (and myself included) to dress for themselves. Gucci, this season is filled with jumble sale incentives on a luxury budget and that makes me anxious, however, in true Sagittarius fashion I’m eager to learn.





Attempting to pursue a non-sexy fire igniting- sort-of-rendezvous-in a detention hall wearing a lurex turtleneck, I opt for a look that echoes a human disco ball. It’s my safety net as the collections are bold and hyper, but I’ve opted to calm it down a bit with muted colours shedding a glimmer on the fabrics highlighted. In favour of embracing clashing prints like a vintage connoisseur, as a stretch away from my comfort zone, I combine earthy tones and mix the texture with a fur coat. Wearing a maxi skirt that favours excessive pleats is no exception! As compulsory hemlines that swing below my knee by about five-six inches puts a positive spin in my round toe pumps to shape the look I live for twirling on. Accessorised with oversized rings, there’s an element of thrift store goodness that sets my impulses to finally embrace the spirit of a character whose wardrobe is full of riches.

The collection carries a strong sense of nostalgia felt for decades. So much that I reflect on my days spent in school. I favour the boxy cut blazers; naff prints coiffed in dresses, shirts and suits fit for a budding student or a fashion enthusiast. Even if I’m not quite the head girl in Alessandro Michaels School of fantasy and eccentric guise, I’d like to see what I can make of this in future posts to come, but for a pretty yet toned-down palette and sensible shoes, I should at least get an A for effort, right?
Wearing: Vintage fur coat (similar here),Vintage lurex turtleneck (similar here and here), American Apparel Pleated Skirt (similar here), Earrings by Topshop and Gucci Marmont Pumps


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Monday, 30 November 2015

Winning Status

I’ve been thinking a lot about teamwork and it’s played a huge factor in what appears to be lacking in my life right now. I consider teamwork to be a consistent effort of combining and collaborating with others in order to bring successes in menial tasks to check off the to-do list. The unfortunate factor about this is that I’m a one-girl band, a soloist in executing and performing such tasks. The end of the year is looming, deadlines are coming to a close and getting dressed is the last thing on my mind. Maybe it’s the indicative change in season that’s got me feeling this way or a coming of age (literally I turn a year older this week) that’s forcing me to eliminate the process of dressing up in order to get ahead and cross the finishing line.

In theory I’ve never worked well sitting down and thinking because my time affords a demand in practicality, and a sporting luxury I have become accustomed to exercising is leisurewear.
My bunny boiler cum gym bunny appearance minus the actual workout and increased affection to look warm and cuddly with my fur coat heightens the level of luxury in leisurewear. Dressing in this form is not only workable but attracts a certain sense of ease and freedom.
Tailored with a wide leg high-waisted trouser it relaxes the effort of exercising my brain into thinking about what to wear. Time has granted me the opportunity to become accustomed to practising these looks without the motivation. I mean that’s what being lazy leisurely is all about.

Wearing: Vintage Fur coat, Vintage 1970s sports collar topTopshop Round Buckle Belt, Vintage Anne Klein Trousers and White All Star Chuck Taylors









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Wednesday, 14 October 2015

Glamour puss in boots

On weekends I can just about throw anything on and not actually care that much, if at all, about how I look because most of my time is spent running an errand or going some place where my form of dressing isn’t given much thought.


Without an agenda on weekends imposing prescriptive restrictions on what I choose to wear, I dose up on my nonchalant proportions of clothing with a deliberate un-put togetherness that’s characterized as grunge, an antidote to the dystopian of the tailored 9-5. Deconstructed outfits and eclecticism are the perfect way to combine the mundanities of clothes left behind, when all the good ones have yet to be washed. Like a criminal with good intentions, borrowing inspiration from Marc Jacobs for Perry Ellis circa 92’ grunge era allows me to break free from routine. Examples of this disconnect are the pairings of my chunky rib knit with saggy sleeves echoing the state of slumber and my lazy intentions to embracing the weekend with a flirty chiffon ending from my Reformation Naveen dressed adjoin with a vintage belt.

I sometimes feel like there’s no win-win and I’m playing devil advocate with my wardrobe choices, but without it, I’d be confused and overwhelmed with ideas that the rituals are becoming a battle that I’m losing. With that said “What to wear?" Is at the very bottom of my to do list of something that as of right now, isn’t worth checking. 
Wearing: Vintage Ribbed Sweater, Reformation Naveen Dress, Vintage Belt and Russell & Bromley Berkley Boots 


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