*Passes out with sheer joy*
Sunday, 26 February 2012
Friday, 24 February 2012
Day 2: I wore - The Kooples hat, vintage fur gilet, Topshop leather jacket, Siwy jeans, Camilla Skovgaard boots, H&M jumper, vintage Chanel bag courtesy of Wish Want Wear, Margiela rings.
On Day 2 Stylist got given a Rolls Royce Ghost from H.R.Owen
My fashion week survival kit. How cute is my personalised orange notebook? A huge thankyou to Sloane Stationery whose notebooks you can also have personalised with your own handwriting! Love.
The Handpicked Media blogger suite at One Aldwych - everything from pastries to a masseuse was on-hand. Shame I couldn't have stayed longer! Here I am with Ella of Coco's Tea Party and Simon of The Very Simon G.
Day 3: I wore: Zara blouse and blazer, ASOS sunglasses, Mango shoes, Karen Millen skirt, bag as above.
Day 4: I wore: vintage fur coat, vintage denim jacket, Zara knit, Topshop Unique shoes, Current/Elliott skinny jeans from Donna Ida.
Day 5: I wore: Chloe bag, Camilla Skovgaard boots, Topshop leather jacket and sweatshirt, My-wardrobe gilet, Paige jeans.
Now if you'll excuse me I need to sleep for about 3 weeks...
Monday, 20 February 2012
I wore: a fuchsia DKNY coat, excruciating Camilla Skovgaard sandals, a vintage black leather pencil skirt, tweed jumper from Zara, Whistles lightning-bolt blouse and a vintage Chanel 2.55 courtesy of the lovely folk at Wish Want Wear.
The black Ferrari FF which I'm so casually mentioning now is thanks to the incredible luxury car dealership H.R. Owen who have been kind enough to provide the Stylist fashion team (with whom I'm freelancing at the moment) with some very impressive wheels this week. Hashtag totes amaze, one might say.
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Saturday, 18 February 2012
Sunday, 5 February 2012
I'm 27 but, to be honest, I never really left 15 behind. I still love pink, would prefer a coke float to a glass of red and spend an
alarming disproportionate amount of time watching films set in that theatre of dreams, the American High School. I think this latent tween-dom has something to do with the fact that growing up in the late 90s/ early 00s, I had so many teen icons to love. Cher Horowitz is still my ultimate, obviously, but Blossom, Clarissa, Angela, the girls from The Craft - they all convinced me that, despite the odd breakout/ mate trying to kill you and nick your boyfriend, a teenage life was the only one really worth living. Especially since it looked like, in their world, they never had to shave their legs with a blunt Bic, or wrap their head around French subjunctives, or wait for hours in drizzle for the 127. AND they had highlights that certainly didn't look like they'd attempted to do them themselves with a Wella kit from Boots and an overzealous, ham-fisted friend. Yep, I'm pretty sure I could've dealt with attempts on my life in exchange for really good hair.
All these memories came flooding back when I discovered Teenage Bedroom, a Tumblr which peers into a world unlike any other - that sacred inner sanctum that oh my god, like, SAYS so much about you. A place where clutter is king and the desperate need to prove your personality in a physical way reaches hyperactive levels. A trait which I've now swapped for clothes, evidently. The below two pictures are from my first year university room, at age 18. The third one down is my little brother standing in my room as it was from the age of 13 until I came back from uni. Sadly, the only photo I seem to have. Just FYI, my arrested development is not so drastic that that my room still looks like this. It looks like this now.
Here's a preview of other gems to be found on the tumblr...