A breath of fresh air in a world full of too-tight skinny jeans and polyester pencil skirts…
Neutrals. I’m not sure I like the term. I used to love the idea of a monochromatic wardrobe artfully arranged from white to stone to coffee tones, khakis and then greys and blacks. A capsule. Breathable. Something like this >. Where you buy one item and retire another with dignity, understanding the role you play in our over-consumed world and appreciating each purchase you make with a solemnity that Marie Kondo would be proud of.
Unfortunately for ole Marie and the world of order and tidyness, I find I’m going through a period of more is more – bright dresses and silk shirts, mixing prints and stripes, polka dots and textures. Maybe it’s because Summer has rolled around and you feel like colour is the way to go. Or maybe I’m turning into Iris Apfel (hopefully not just yet).
I feel like there will be a time in my life when I wear silk pyjamas and ornate bejewelled rings, oversized sunglasses and fur coats of many colours. And I will shop only at Liberty and buy mountains of macarons from Ladurée that I feed to my Pomeranians. But for now I’m up and down as to what I want and what my wardrobe is or wants to be, so neutrals do sometimes still exert a pull. Especially as this look has moved away from ‘Out of Africa’ connotations or ‘hessian hippy’ styling to something so chic, so breathable and so relaxed that I can’t help but love it.
It feels quite grown up but still über cool. Like a Céline woman without the severity. There is that severe masculine edge but it’s softened by the natural fabrics and the sway of a wisp of hair or a tasteful feminine bow. She knows who she is, likes to look elegant and put together but be comfortable at the same time. Items aren’t fussy but still detailed and clever. Fabrics are cool and comfortable – linen, organic cotton, stiff crochet and fine knit. There’s a hint of beading, a touch of gold, a knot here, a raffia sandal there. And bags are interesting rather than showy. As if you are carrying a functional sculpture that doesn’t need any fussy zips or statement logos.
It’s all about considered basics which – to give Marie her credit – I do believe in. We should consider what we put together as a look. There should be pride in our appearance no matter what the style. And the joy of head-to-toe neutrals is exactly that. It’s a quietly considered style. A breath of fresh air in a world full of too-tight skinny jeans and polyester pencil skirts. A world where movement is slower, more graceful. Our desks are organised and our lunch is always organic but we brought it from home. A life that doesn’t seem so chaotic. We walk with direction and appreciation. There is no rushing or missed gym sessions. There is always time for a holiday. We are just confidently present. Beautifully put together and effortlessly chic…Hmmm…maybe this is the woman we all want to be…
Shop the Look…
image credits: Zara / Fashion Editorials / Pinterest / Style Du Monde / Mango / Whistles / Topshop / & Other Stories
I am a huge fan of white. I think it’s seriously underrated. Why wait to get married? Get involved now. White shirts, skirts and head-to-toe breathlessness. So clean, so fresh – so easily stained, but oh so dreamy…
So while everyone is having a meltdown over whether Maria Grazia Chiuri’s Dior couture show was or was not original (Mr Gabbana is having a say) and also ogling Chanel’s latest over-the-top stage (they casually rebuilt the Eiffel tower in the Grand Palais) my eye was caught on the Rodarte sisters’ latest offering. Oh Wow!
I don’t know if it’s because we are in the 23 degree throes of summer or the fact that I have three weddings to attend but the chiffon and ruffles, bows and breathlessly beautiful flower crowns have taken over my daydreams. It’s nothing revolutionary but the detail and love that has clearly gone into each piece makes my heart sing! This is fairyland decadence on an epic scale. All princesses in waiting rejoice…
Does it sound obvious to say expect the….expected? These days I feel like sometimes we play it a little safe. A little too black on black. The little black dress (firm case and point), an oversized white shirt tucked into a pair of slimfit jeans, a ‘careless’ trenchcoat, ballet pumps or a slouchy Breton knit. The problem with all of these is that yes they are chic, yes they are timeless and work within almost any context, but they are also completely predictable and BORING.
Don’t get me wrong, I love these items but not when you have veered into the realm of obvious. A little too done. Too put together. J Crew on steroids. The problem is that to blend in you are stripping the interest out of your outfit. You really have to style them up (think converse with a ballgown) or look like Kendall Jenner because let’s face it she’s so beautiful can reinvent a ballet pump.
Basically I’ve come to the realisation that these items are like a facelift – it can be subtle but you know she wasn’t ‘born with it’. They are closet staples and you need them to hide the fact that you couldn’t come up with anything more interesting to wear.
So why not go the extra mile? Sometimes a little more effort means exactly that – you are letting the world know that yes you have tried and oh look at that- you are OWNING it. You have moved beyond just ‘throwing something together.’ This doesn’t mean you need to spend millions or that you are leaving the house in a trend heavy ensemble that will be worn once and never revisited again. (I’m talking to you Platform Sneakers). It just means adding something into the mix that is unecessary but says that you care. That you are a little bolder, a little more interesting and a lot less cookie cutter than that Ralph Lauren stripe shirt paired with loafers and Michael Kors sunglasses.
Enter the neck tie. A subtle yet rather refined item. Draped or tied around the neck. Just so. Or so… Or any which way really, I don’t think it matters anymore. The fact of the matter is that you are confident enough to wear one. At any age. Not just for air hostesses or middle-aged Manhattan socialites, it’s making the rounds of the fashion conscious. A colourful piece of silk that catches eye as much as the light. Pair with basics, suits, shirts, or dresses it will work hard and earn its keep. And you don’t need the Hermès version to make this work. Bimba Y Lola, Massimo Dutti even Zara are offering affordable yet clever high street options. Subtle yet sophisticated. Get involved…
image credits: style du mond / pinterest / stylecaster / man repeller / the trend spotter / fashion gum / whitney’s wonderland
My sincerest apologies for the break in transmission. The excuse? The heat. I feel that I simply cannot waste an ounce of energy in it. And that includes typing. It’s just too much effort.
So instead I am going to distract you with Gingham. Because it’s well…pretty distracting isn’t it? From cutsy shirred strap tops (completely work inappropriate) to full gigham-licious ensembles, this summer has gone Italian tablecloth mad. I recently bought this easy Zara ensemble which is work appropriate and makes me feel like I should be swaning around a Riviera of some kind (French, Italian, Cornish, I’m not picky).
I believe that London was not built to handle this weather and should just shut down. Surely in terms of health and safety it’s just too hot? Someone recently told me that cattle cannot be transported as the temperature is past safety standards. Well surely the tube counts as a cattle truck? Can we be held on a par with animals? I think so. But until government decides we can all stay at home in our plastic pools or crowd around the lido on Thursday instead of contributing to the economy we will have to make do with other distractions. Hence gingham! This trend is fun, frivolous and feel-good, all the f-words that are describing my current mood…okay maybe not all the f-words….
Enjoy the inspiration x
Feeling inspired? Get on board the gingham train with these fab buys…
image credits: collage vintage / pinterest / oracle fox / style du monde / something vogue /
Brown. It’s now a thing. Who knew? From Melanie Trump to trendy streetstyle aficionados, brown is the colour du jour. Perhaps it’s a response to the 70’s nostalgia trend that everyone’s been feeling? Or maybe it reflects society’s general mood of the day. Terror attacks, buildings burning to the ground, Landslides in Bangladesh, fires raging in South Africa, Government uncertainty, Brexit, Trump etc. etc. We’re just not in the mood for bold and bright are we?
One thing I do know is that it’s looking quite fresh (never a word that should be used in the same sentence as brown but here we are). From oyster tones to 80’s check or a burnt coppery shimmer in-between, the key to this look is commitment. If you are going to do it – go hard. Head-to-toe or a statement piece with mega detail. Layering works well, definitely try texture or a classic brown suit. Who knew I would go mad for a brown suit? Do beware dear reader of taking it too far – I would draw the line at corduroy. Nobody wants to look like they are heading to a Jimmi Hendrix revival concert. Get it right though and you look oh-so-clever. So chic. So bold in the most subtle of tones. So here’s a bit of inspo for you on a Friday. Go forth and paint the town…errr….brown!
Mercedes Benz Fashionweek Sydney Australia day 3
New York Fashionweek SS2016, day 2
image credits: fashioneditorials.com / pinterest / style du mond / oracle fox / the fashion medley / disney roller girl /
Today I’m ordering an extra large unicorn macci-whatever from Starbucks. Why? Because I’m sick of adulting.
It’s been a strange week. Yesterday I had an ugly meeting. A meeting where I left feeling quite judged and unsure of myself. This doesn’t usually happen as I’m quite level-headed about work but yesterday really upset me. So much so that I had an emotional doughnut afterwards (not something that happens EVER). I then proceeded to vent to some of my loved ones but don’t feel much better after either. So today I had an emotional Cadbury’s creme egg. What is happening to me!
I’m sulking. I’m sulking like an emotional teenager. And I feel like I have a right to. Adulting is actually really hard. We are expected to have everything ‘together’. You leave school or university and the world expects you to get a job, know how to cook, work out life admin like bills and insurance, find a partner and look perfect on Instagram while doing all of this. And then to top things off humans have added another layer of complexity – social norms.
We are expected to navigate a galaxy of socially awkward situations, email etiquette, cold calling (whoever thought that was a good idea had clearly never had a human to human interaction in their life), client – supplier inequality, horrible bosses, catty co-workers and constant feelings of inadequacy. All of these are then further heightened when you work in a creative industry. Everyone has an opinion – today that model is a good idea, tomorrow we have moved on. Today you seem to know what you are talking about, next week not so much.
It’s hard to fit in and stand out at the same time. And this doesn’t seem to change no matter your level of experience. Reassuringly I have now managed to survive my 20’s relatively unscathed. I feel a certain level of confidence in my abilities and most of the time I talk the talk and walk the walk. So when someone comes along and dumps on my parade most of the time I just shrug it off as their problem, their insecurities or the old ‘it wasn’t meant to be’ belief.
But every now and again my world gets shattered. This is one of those days. I know it will pass, tomorrow I will wake up and eye roll the memory of that meeting. But today, just for today I’m booking out. I’m throwing up my arms and ordering an extra large unicorn macci-whatever from Starbucks. I’m not responding to emails within 10 minutes. And I’m most certainly not smiling blandly at anyone who walks past just to be polite. Because today the trials and tribulations of being a teenager sound like a dream compared to living life as an adult. I’m a casualty and so I’m booking out.
If you would like to join me check out this beautiful Teen Spirit story in the latest Teen Vogue. Someone get me some sequins and plop me in the back of a pick up truck. Life would surely be much easier…
& Other Stories has me reaching for my SPF even though the sun’s not shining.
Hello Monday! I trust everyone had a lovely weekend? Did you enjoy the sunshine if you got some? Apparently London was awash with vitamin D. Sadly I wouldn’t know because I was in the Lake District being rained on for 4 days straight. Such a lovely part of the world – just so green and lush and romantic. Think white washed cottages and fields of fluffy sheep. Magical rolling hills, quirky little towns and cosy pubs. But on second glance you realise why it’s so green – it rains non-stop. No not just a spot of drizzle and mist here and there. Solid sheets of rain. So much so that those cute fluffy sheep look a little suicidal. They just want some sunshine. But this weekend they did not get it. And neither did I. So when I saw the latest holiday edit from & Other Stories I nearly cried with longing. Take me away! Where you ask? Anywhere! As long as you can guarantee sunshine I am on board. If not I will just dream of swimsuits and St Tropez…
Here are my favourite pieces with some editorial and blogger inspiration alongside them to get you into the vaycay spirit…
Shop the full & Other Stories vaycay collection here >
image credits: fashioneditorials.com / & other stories / fashion me now / natalie off duty / where did you get that / pinterest