Ode to Zara

I mean I might as well set up a temple and start worshiping. In my eyes Zara nails it every, single time. Who are these people who rip off designers almost instantaneously (they have a 2 week turnaround time when other brands need 6 months),  shoot everything beautifully, have ridiculously good delivery options and their stores are generally well stocked and easy to shop (learn something here Mango!)? Oh and ps – they don’t waste money on advertising or dressing celebrities. Because, well why would you when you sit at #46 on the Forbes most valuable brand list at a casual $13 billion.

Also their owner literally looks like somebody’s sweet but slightly dilly uncle (check him out here). But don’t let those eyebrows fool you, at one point last year he was the richest man alive, beating Bill Gates’s casual $82 billion (probably because I spend so much money in there).

But lets get back to the clothes. The latest ‘Clean Lines’ story is a dream. It features the beautiful Cara Taylor, the girl who is making me want to chop all my hair off , because she rocks a bob like its nobody’s business. But I pretty much want EVERY SINGLE ITEM. There is such a good mix of nostalgic 80’s sport, Celine-inspired pieces (gotta love a bit of Celine) with the textures and lurex, plastic and and pvc that just need to find a place in your closet. Everything is perfectly paired, right down to the last mismatched earring. Go shop it now before I head into store and buy it all out…You have been warned…

 

shop the full collection here >

image credits: Zara

 

 

Mid Week Motivation

It’s about this time every week when we start losing the will to live. Take a break and enjoy my mid week motivation round up…

It’s about this time every week when we start losing the will to live. The weekend seems so far off and the gym now feels so hard to get to and those food prep lunches sooooo hard to prep. Generally we are drowning in the mid week dead zone. So I’m going to try do a weekly post to take out minds off the workload and onto fun things to do/watch/go to or generally get involved with.

If you have any suggestions please do send them to me. I always feel like half the joy of finding something exciting is sharing it with other people. So bring and come! Otherwise make a cup of herbal tea (oh who am I kidding – a coffee and a doughnut) take a break and enjoy this random selection…

Running in Heels Book Club

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Now honey I don’t like book clubs. I never have. The fact that they are made out to be a female only institution where a group of women sit discussing the latest chick lit (Fifty Shades- vomit), while getting drunk on cheap wine, is something I desperately want to avoid for oh so many reasons (equality, hangovers, sanity – the list goes on).

Which is why I’m intrigued by Running in Heels – the latest, lifestyle forward subscription book service. Every month they deliver a lovely modern fiction paperback masterpiece (NOTE NO CHICK LIT) to your door for £12.50 including packaging (they also deliver to North America and Europe!). Now I can hear all the millenials rolling their eyes, thinking, “But I can download kindle books for £1.” Well the answer to that my friend is that this lovely company delivers a beautiful marbled box to your door every month, containing 1x paperback AND a selection of treats that can be enjoyed alongside aforementioned masterpiece. Think mini Diptique candles (sold), organic chocolate and beauty product testers which you can enjoy in the comfort of your own home sans deadline.

And you can then cleverly log onto their site to leave reviews and comments when you’ve finished reading. So if you hate the book you will be happy to know that you have options.  You don’t have to finish it, just enjoy the added goodies and move on with life. And there’s something so self indulgent in gifting yourself with a monthly package. I’m calling it the perfect modern book club – ideal for that anti social woman who doesn’t have time to get drunk on cheap chardonnay and discuss two dimensional characters who she wished she hadn’t wasted her free Wednesday night reading about. Your are most welcome.

Check it out here >

 

Mozart in the Jungle

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I was trolling through Amazon Prime recently and spotted this series which couldn’t be more random if you tried. A Spanish conductor who sees dead musicians and joins the New York Symphony Orchestra. That antics that ensue are odd and the plot line has more twists than a day on Trump’s Twitter feed, but the link to classical music is beautiful, the characters quirky and there are some thought provoking moments with brilliant one liners. Need more reasons to commit? Some of the episodes have been directed by Roman Coppola and lead actor Gabriel Garcia Berel has won a Golden Globe and rightly so, he’s brilliant.

Check it out now > 

 

That Wedding

So Megan married Harry and bells rung and the Queen wore lime and purple (seriously bold move), they had black people singing in Windsor Chapel (probably a first) and the British public will have nothing else to talk about for the next month apart from who wore what and the meaning behind that lip biting episode. The joy in events like these is the tongue-in-cheek criticism of the world’s beautiful, wealthy people. It’s jealousy disguised as hilarious sarcasm and no one does it better than Fashion Critical, a Facebook page commenting on who wore what at big celebrity studded events. The wedding commentary had me in stitches. Perfect for a Wednesday afternoon tea break.

Enjoy it here >

 

“I can’t leave the house Charlie, my mobile has run out of battery.”

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Must leave house. Must have phone and purse. Damn, phone battery is dying. Don’t want to carry gigantic, phone charger which weighs more than an actual power plant in my bag. What to do, what to do? Enter Mighty Purse! A ridiculously named bag brand that features a range of wallets, purses and bags all housing a super useful in-built power charger (with mini adaptor for iphone). So you can now leave the house safe in the knowledge that your obsession with shooting photos of your food won’t mean that you then can’t order an Uber for the trip home. Stylish technology hack sorted.

Shop the collection here > 

 

Think Pink

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Enough with the minimal tones. This summer pink is the new black. It’s time to commit head-to-toe. I’m talking pink suits. It’s THE thing and Sheer Luxe has done a really good round up. It’s exciting. I’m REALLY excited! I think I might have to do a separate post on pink…can you tell I’m excited?

Sheer Luxe pink suit round up >

image credits: running in heels / amazon / pinterest / style du monde

Slow Sundays…

I really struggle to sit still and relax. I’m constantly on the move, planning, scheming, tidying (I tidy a lot, it’s so annoying) and generally faffing. I’ve been brought up to make the most of everyday so the idea of sitting and doing nothing is actually quite hard to deal with. Even now I’m blogging during each of the ad breaks in Sleepless in Seattle because watching TV during the day is ‘frivolous,’ or at least some antiquated voice in my head thinks so. On the one hand this obsession is very helpful because it means I tend to be quite productive, but on the other I can’t switch off. I’m restless…always restless…

Unless I’m on holiday and then I can sit still all day long. On the beach, in an airport or sitting in a cafe in Barcelona watching life happen without me in it. It’s like a switch goes off in my head and I’m happy anywhere doing anything. Or nothing. But I can’t be on holiday for the rest of my life (or at least until I win the lotto) so in the meantime the multi-tasking, tidying and general faffing will continue.

Here are the fruits of today’s insanity… x

image credits: they all hate us / pinterest / vogue

Spring Break

A moody nod to the wishy washy season. Here’s to the start of a beautiful summer.

Once again apologies for the break in transmission. I see that I last wrote in November 2017. That feels like a complete lifetime ago. For starters it was the dead of winter. The beginning of what felt like the apocalypse in London – dark and dreary with no end in sight. But we got through it, albeit with a lot more snow than anticipated (global warming what?) and now we are at the start of what I’m hoping will be a beautiful summer. I don’t want to bore you (or me for that matter) with talk of the weather but it does influence my mood. While most people find Spring to be invigorating and hopeful as it winds its way into summer, I find the odd showers and strange winds can make it forlorn or nostalgic. Like a teenage girl left to her own devices in a big old house while the grown ups are laughing and smoking in the garden. She’s all dressed up with nowhere to go.

There’s something restless about the air – an anticipation and a fear of being left behind but at the same time wanting to start afresh. I guess that’s what change is – fear and excitement rolled into one. And before you know it, the uncertainty and blossoms are over and a bright and confident Summer arrives. As if it was always there and never planned to leave. I hope you like the images…

 

 

image credits: fashionography / british vogue / fashion editorials / vague visages / farfetch /

Miss Peru? Making a feminist statement? I think not.

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Recently I came upon this Vogue post and a slew of other content written about the Miss Peru 2018 pageant. The event made a splash on newsstands because instead of telling the judges, the audience and in essence the world what their measurements were, each beauty contestant listed some terrifying gender violence statistics from their home region. “Bravo!” everyone has said, “What a way to make a statement!”

Now we all know pageants are outdated anti-feminist circuses but apparently they can now be used as a voice for change. Really? Well I would like to take a step back. Let us gently rewind to the part where we find out what normally happens at lovely Miss Peru. The beauty contestants smilingly tell the world their measurements. THEIR MEASUREMENTS! Chest, hips, waist, etc. Are these people serious? How about they tell the world what subjects they took at university? What charity work they do and where you can donate? Maybe discuss how great it is that they can speak 5 languages rather than the importance of their hips in inches?

I do of course realise that there are portions of the pageant where they answer serious questions. Where they demonstrate talent, intelligence, empathy, etc etc. Having met some beauty pageant contestants in my lifetime I can say without a doubt that these are hardworking, clever girls who, having been genetically blessed, are using the system as much as its using them. But in a scary world where Harvey Weinstein episodes are the norm is a beauty pageant really the best way to be getting that attention? Could it maybe be a bit of a marketing ploy on behalf of pageant organisers to re-harness some lost media space?

I guess any platform that makes the world sit up and start talking is a positive one, but then I have to ask – at what cost? We’re still oggling and judging barbie dolls strutting stages in stripper heels and sparkly dresses. Apart from listing statistics, the Miss Peru contestants still showcased their bodies in hideous gold bikinis, gazing into the camera like they wanted to eat it. Real 2017 role models? I think not.

Is that two minutes of talking worth the remaining two hours of plastic smiles and hairspray? Granted in the final round the contestants were asked for their thoughts on the best way to combat femicide and violence against women, sadly not something that received the same amount of attention. I’m not quite sure why…

Are we teaching our girls that we can make statements but still be subjected to the world’s view of how we should look and what we need to measure? Surely there must be a better way? I don’t know what it is – I sincerely wish I had more answers. I suppose asking questions is a step in the right direction?

So again I ask – is this the only way us women can move forward? Oh the irony…

images: they all hate us / pinterest

Moody Saturdays…

I’m sick. Not enough to be trying to sleep through snot and a fever, but enough not to go to kickboxing with my friend this morning. The light is streaming in through the windows. Milky pale wintery sunshine (but still) and I feel compelled to stay indoors. It’s been a tough week so a dose of inspiration is in order. With Autumn firmly behind my London door I’m looking for warmth. The fuzzy caramel, warm highlight kind. Hope you enjoy this selection, its making me happy on this miserable morning.

PS – the sun has now gone only to be replaced with an Autumn shower.

PPS -sorry for the radio silence, my life decided to grow a life of its own and I have had no time for pretty pictures or blogging moments sadly. Here’s to trying to pick that up again…

 

image credits: they all hate us / pinterest / fashion editorials / style du monde /

Work Work Work Work Work Work…

It’s high summer – everyone’s talking summer holidays and train disruptions (a hazard of European living). But I am have just started a new job and so my head is firmly in the working world and the wardrobe that goes with it.

I often feel quite sorry for a lot of my friends who work in very corporate environments and are therefore limited to exceptionally conservative, corporate pencil skirts and shift dresses. At this point I would just like to state for the record that there is nothing worse than a square neck pencil dress – nothing, not even harem pants and songs by Fifth Harmony.

The joy of working in a creative industry is that you get to embrace that creativity in what you wear everyday. Some people take it to the extreme (I really don’t want to be calling a meeting for you, me and your belly button thank you very much) and most are quite casual about it (that levis jeans+button down shirt uniform looks chic and does the job). But some – and we’ll call these the birds of paradise of the working world – just BRING IT. Every day is about a mood. An effort has clearly been made and I appreciate that. I love it! I yearn to replicate it and sometimes I succeed and sometimes a topknot and a bomber jacket will just have to do because I do not have the time or brain space to think of anything else. But for the moment all I can think of is taking work, and therefore by extension my wardrobe, by the horns and committing to it. Wearing clothes that will instil in me a feeling of power and success and an inner strength that hopefully will translate into the work I do. It’s a nod of understanding to the 80’s. I’m thinking pinstripes and oversized shapes, men’s trousers and white shirts, neutral colours but interesting silhouettes. It’s all about power dressing in a smart and feel good way. I know we’re all floral dresses and basket bags at the moment, but this look is worth dreaming about. It’s a woman owning it in a man’s world. So while you are enjoying your bikinis or festival frolicks, think of me, dreaming away in an office somewhere…

image credits: Style Du Monde / Who What Wear / Sylvie Mus / Badlands / Oracle Fox / Vogue

Beam Me Up Gucci

Gucci is the gift that just keeps on giving. One minute you think you are completely over their overpriced bee motif trainers  and ridiculous fur lined loafers, the next they pop up with something completely innovative and smile inducing and you’re back to being inexplicably hooked. It’s so annoying! They are a powerhouse, a squad, a clique. They are the cool kids of the playground who started wearing those tattoo necklaces before anyone else did (and stopped when everyone else started wearing them). And try as you might to resist it, deep down you know that you just want – no NEED – to be a part of it. It’s like Taylor Swift and her squad. On the surface everyone eyerolls her 4th of July parties and squad escapades but deep down they all wished they had thought of matching swimsuits and waterslides.

But I digress. My point is that Gucci is always ahead of the game. I thought they had re-established this with their Pre Fall disco video (see here) but actually they have just gone up a whole other level of out of this world cool.  Taking references from Star Wars, Creature from the Black Lagoon and Forbidden Planet the latest campaign is tongue in cheek while still beautifully shot with that expensively gorgeous, over-the-top styling that only Gucci can do. I mean for goodness sake how do you make aliens look stylish? Damnit they are cool!  Damnit I hate them! Damnit I want it all…

 

 

image and video credits: Dazed

A Vision

I love it when a vision comes together visually (that sounds rather pseudo-profound doesn’t it?). What I mean is, when you can see that a photographer, model, stylist and concept all come together and produce something clever or interesting or – and I hesitate to use this word – beautiful. The reason I hesitate with the word ‘ beautiful’ is because beauty is terribly subjective. As are the other terms I’ve used, but beauty strikes me as so superficial. A 2 dimensional concept when featured in the same breath as striking or mesmerising for example. Case and point – the latest cover story from Harper’s Bazaar Spain. Featuring Daphne Groeneveld, who might not be everyone’s cup of tea, she has been exaggerated to the point of full fabulosity and you can’t help but be captivated by the images. The blanked out eyebrows, props, styling, its just magical….

 

check out the full shoot here > 

image credit: fashion editorials

Searching for Inspiration

Apologies for the break in transmission. I’ve had a bit of a busy period and I just couldn’t extend myself to produce any creative content. You could say I stepped into a little bit of a black hole during which time I didn’t engage with social media, accept invitations or phone calls and just generally took some time out.

I’m still not quite there but I slowly feel like I am waking up. Usually I find myself surrounded by inspiration – a stranger’s outfit, the way the light shines into a coffee shop, an old lady walking three pugs, cigarette dangling out her mouth. It could be anything or anyone. But lately I have felt a little bit blind to the world. This sounds like a terribly depressing thing to say but actually I think realising it is the first step of taking that pressure off yourself. I think we put ourselves under far too much daily pressure. Pressure to be someone, to look like someone, update the latest picture, be current, be in the know, have it all figured out. And quite frankly I think a lot of it is so superficial and unfulfilling and we race through life without taking any of it in. The idea of mindfulness or living in the moment isn’t new (and those colouring in books and mindfulness apps just annoy the crap out of me) but there is something to be said for putting the phone away and taking a step back. Work on getting some sleep, talking less, ignoring the flurry of Instagram envy inducing pictures and just sit or stand or walk. Don’t feel the need to give of yourself all the time.

Below is a bit of a mishmash of pictures that I’ve been crushing on recently. They don’t really relate or have a theme, but sometimes its just nice to look at pretty things. Enjoy x

 

image credits: theyallhateus / fashion editorials / pinterest