Sunday, 29 March 2015

Blame it on the boogie



March is here and supposedly a time when all habits and resolutions are meant to kick in. The 70s inspiration is one that I’m fully getting a grasp of that has prompted me to reinvent myself more times than I actually care to admit The clocks went forward and a conversation that struck at chocolate hour about my plans for the weekend, kept me wondering if constant overhauls to my wardrobe changes is a club that I’m too late to join.

I’m on my 'Steve Jobs'  when it comes to ‘getting down’ and that’s just how I work. My norm-core attire is hardly earth shattering, but in order to get loose I had to feel it too. My turtleneck and jeans combo for a working 9-5 are on rotation, a playlist I live by that’s forever on repeat. 

Guarded with security in wearing layers for comfort, I recoil in attending nights out where the dress code is risqué, an effort not worth queuing up for. My barely there and nudes tones are straightforward, in order to make a real catch I have to be ready to colour outside of the lines and paint the town-red.  A lipstick colour I wear to avoid looking like a tramp.  

My Cream blazer married off with black velvet top is a double date that’s too cute to pass. My intentions speak volume, a language riveting for a scene with a je ne sais quoi My gold necklace and teamed with finger-coveted bling rings in the night to save me from feeling all to disappointed. To be honest getting ready is the best part about going out, so sticking with my usual get up to get down is a vibe that will certainly get me high and wasted.

Wearing: Escada Vintage Blazer, Vintage Velvet Turtleneck, J Brand Flared Jeans, Christian Louboutin Brogues

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Sunday, 22 February 2015

Newly Reformed


A wardrobe rebirth guided by the style gods at Reformation, Can i get an Amen!

Fashion week is here and its always encouraged a good spring-clean around this time of month. I’ve given up on shopping for Lent, as all my favourites pieces are in for the Fall 2015’ it gives me a good time to play catch up when the Autumn-Winter season arrives.

Lent is a time to reflect and renew. A cleanse is a way of doing that by allowing yourself to uncover the best version of you and give you the tools to work on said version everyday or for the next Forty days, however you decide. It’s the same old tune I sing every year especially around February. A look back on my New Navy post gave me the chance to move forward with a whole new crew that goes by the name of Reformation. They are everything I’m looking for in a wardrobe: Classic, vintage-Inspired and simple.

Moving forward in a stage where everyone is hell bent on nostalgia has allowed me to take a few steps back and gain some perspective. I’ve pressed paused on this whole minimalism thing as I am starting to sound like a broken record. Minimalism is a performance that requires stillness. I’m impatient, thus dubious styling method and frustration ensues all for the simple attempt of getting dressed in the morning. I want to dance to the beat of my own drum and wear an outfit worthy of a standing ovation.

My go-to item of clothing is trousers. With an added flare- like the ones I’m wearing in this post are fitting, as they are both flexible and personal. I no longer feel straight legged, lanky and awkward. I’m lean, with a jig in my stride and a hip in my step.

This won’t be the first and last time you’ll see me wearing the trousers. My eat- sleep- wear repeat mantra is something I take as gospel and with this outfit I’ll gladly sing its song of praise. I feel like I’m burning bridges by resisting the temptation to overstep my boundaries in my purging stint and invest in more of their pieces. Come hell or high water, it’s a thin line, but with flat footwear makes it an easy balance that might be worth crossing.

Wearing: Vintage Coat, American Apparel Turtleneck, Reformation Trousers and Fratelli Rossetti Brogues 



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Wednesday, 18 February 2015

The Chocolate Hour


Why my love for the cocoa has me singing all of its praises.

Creativity with a serving of hot cocoa is a great catharsis; leftover bottles of champagne are not. The mistakes I learnt from my bittersweet tale that left me with a sour ending came with a sweeter beginning this New Year once I fully embraced that ‘snug is the new black’. Boxed in a luxurious packaging of Hotel chocolate I received as a gift for Christmas.  In fact, for the majority of winter I’ve fully invested in my JOMO and any social event around 4pm with shots of hot milk served in beans is an event worthy of attending. The invitation comes with an open RSVP for the hungry and peckish. It’s likely those attend have their social bunny status in high gear driven by the sugary fix they’ll receive at 4pm. A treat as compensation for working up an appetite by fully gorging on delicious selfies on insta or sipping doses of tea served on twitter. I take mine with milk, preferably a good spill of Almond. 

I spent my Sunday to be exact indulging in a cup of hot chocolate dressed in an outfit warm enough to take a stroll in a park. My cuddly appearance rattled a passer-by. His comment about my fur coat vocalized with such fire that he received an icy response to simmer down the tense atmosphere as we parted ways.

With the weather blowing hot and cold, I continue to wear the coat regardless of opinion. The coat holds a steady position in keeping things interesting, different strokes and all that, you know .Not everyone is going to like the same thing. I don’t mind if it doesn’t make me look cool, I prefer staying warm anyway. Taking high doses of chocolate with an immeasurable amount of coffee doesn’t outweigh the other and with a taste so sweet stirred into a colour- strong as my melanin, you’d be crazy to not milk it for what its worth!



Wearing: Vintage Fur Coat, Jaeger Camel Blazer, Uniqlo Turtleneck, Trussardi Vintage Jeans, COS Camel Scarf, American Apparel Belt, Russell & Bromley Boots 

 Photos by Hedvig Berglind



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Sunday, 25 January 2015

Sticky Toffee

I obsessed contemplated for about a week on all the reasons why I shouldn’t buy another coat. I’ve had a Quality Street selection of coats so colourful, body hugging in shapes fit for a catwalk that it’s starting to feel a bit too sickeningly sweet to bear. The best time for a cleanse is in the New year, it’s here and now’s the time I purge from all my retail sins by cutting out all the junk, take the highroad and put a lid on it once and for all.

This winter I pulled out my favourite coat in my archive of classics, the caramel coat. I insist on calling it the ‘Caramel coat’ as it’s a deep hue of beige-brown like toffee and leaves me wrapped in such sticky situations now that I’ve considered buying another one. I have done so since unfortunately, breaking free from a resolution I never had to begin with. My signature stash of sucrose delight never fails me to the point where my bank balance is in a state of silence, my woes are deafening as I’m blinded by the urgency to join the herd! I’ve already indulged in enough to leave me satisfied that I couldn't help but take on more. Dampened by spirits of feeling left out of a place where I could dry off by going cold turkey, I now look like one.

So whilst I currently wean myself off the spending spell and embrace the trimming and stuffed layers of my turtleneck and tailored toasty brown accolade of garments I have to offer. I’ll just have to wait for the warmer months to come. Hopefully by then I might start to feel cut up about something else I can really get my teeth into.
Wearing: Vintage Bill Blass Camel Coat, Uniqlo Turtleneck, Blitz London Camel Trouser, Russell& Bromley Chelsea Boots, Vintage Belt 

Photos by Hedvig Berglind


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