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Red, White & Blue in the U.S. of A

red white and blue in vegas

God help me, but I do love a theme. So much so that at some point in my meticulous, weeks-long Vegas wardrobe planning, my brain went into leitmotif overdrive and decreed that my packing list of exclusively teeny dresses be only red, white or blue. I don’t know who I was planning on amusing, other than maybe myself, given that my cunning idea could only ever been seen in all its glory afterwards, triptych-style. Entertained?

Oh sod off, I happen to think this is a more than adequate manoeuvre to earn me a visa.

RED – Dress, ASOS (similar here), Bag, Chanel

WHITE – Dress, Nicole x Missguided, Bag, River Island (similar here)

BLUE – Dress, Topshop (similar here)

Shoes throughout, Office (highly unimaginative to wear the same pair every night, I know, but I needed heels that weren’t going to fail me even when my motor skills did. Similar here).

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LA: Wild Boys on Muscle Beach

DSCF6084When you have a birthday like the one I’ve just had, turning 30 starts to seem more and more like a really fucking great idea, as opposed to something which just happens to you while you hide under your duvet obsessively rubbing Creme de la Mer into your frown lines like some kind of demented, anti-ageing Lady Macbeth. For a start, I woke up in Beverly Hills – if you can arrange to do this on your birthday too, I would highly recommend it. My ridiculously amazing friends surprised me with a pyjama breakfast party in one of their rooms, complete with my favourite ever cake (the vanilla cream meringue cake from Cipriani, which just so happened to be downstairs in our hotel, Mr.C), bellinis, pastries, balloons, banners, sweets – even a bloody tiara. They then surprised me with an awesome convertible which we drove down to Abbot Kinney in before having lunch at So-Cal hipster hotspot Gjelina, driving to Venice and walking down the boardwalk. We then drove down the Pacific Coast Highway to Santa Monica and Malibu before coming back to the hotel, getting ready and going for dinner at the legendary Chateau Marmont where we saw Paris Hilton and Marilyn Manson. Seriously. It was the birthday of champions. In your FACE, thirty. You’re MY bitch, now.

Anyway… on to the clothes. I’ve been a super-fan of Amsterdam-based brand Zoe Karssen for a couple of years now, and their lo-fi slogan sweatshirts and tees made up approximately 40% of my LA wardrobe. Their pieces have a perfect laidback California vibe and are brimming the kind of tongue-in-cheek wit that I’m a total sucker for…

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Wearing: Zoe Karssen Wild Boys sweatshirt, Karen Walker Harvest sunglasses (black version here), Proenza Schouler PS1 bag (purple version here), Topshop denim shorts (similar here) and Balenciaga sandals.DSCF6157

Get in loser, we’re going shopping.

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Wearing as above and London Loves LA ‘Life was tough growing up at the Chateau’ vest (white version here).DSCF6076DSCF6146DSCF6088DSCF6098

Dinner outfit… Wearing: River Island top (similar here) and clutch (similar here), vintage skirt (similar-ish here) and Sophia Webster heels.

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