Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Boz-eyed


Topshop shirt, dress, rings / Casio watch / Underground shoes

What's the point of an outfit if it doesn't give your friends migraines?

Sunday, 11 December 2011

some clothes wot i wore


Second-hand dress / Topshop tights / Second-hand boots

Worn out for my friend's birthday last night! I so very rarely wear heels so I was somewhat like Bambi learning to walk, however I do think that these chunky platformed characters were the best type of heels to re-initiate myself again. I have been searching high and low for a pair of 90s boots for months now, so I was nearly delirious when I found these lovelies on Etsy. My faith was tested when a £15 customs charge was plonked on me during the first few weeks of coping with being jobless, but nothing was going to taint finding my soul boots. I also wore this outfit with some black lipstick (!!), which I wore into Liverpool city centre on a Saturday night. Never have I felt more out of place.

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Return of the prodigal blogger

I didn't mean for it to turn out like this. Honestly, I was thinking of you the whole time. I hope you can find it in your heart to take me back.

After a month of sitting on trains, marvelling at churches and lounging on beaches in Europe turned into moving to Liverpool which turned into the intensity of freshers' week which turned into a pile of work up to my eyeballs, it was December and I had been AWOL for around six months. With a bit more time to write about the things I want to write about, I am hopefully back to fill your screens with postulations and pictures!
my parents' photo

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

That's P, as in Phoebe


It's hard to feel inspired right now, since my life seems to be revolving around exams. Phoebe Philo's resort collection for Celine, however, remedied that. It is just about the only thing in the last couple of weeks that lit my proverbial fire. Floated my boat. Got my juices flowing. You choose your favourite metaphor. It seemed to synthesise all the thoughts that have been floating around in my head for the last few weeks - pink, white, monochrome, flatforms, sheer things, velvet, pointed shoes, shiny things. The accessories were killer - I would do unspeakable things for those gold flatforms. While it has the same polished and 'fashion-y' Celine aesthetic that has become so popular, I couldn't help but feel there was more than a little bit of English eccentricity thrown into the mix, which feels refreshing after a few seasons of things that are all very 'good taste'. After all, our girl Phoebs hails from this green and pleasant land, and you can't deny your roots. Plus, it would have to be an Englishman who pioneered going out in your pyjamas.

Monday, 13 June 2011

Grunge, isn't that some shade of greenish orange?

eBay

What I'd quite like to be wearing this summer. I'm never normally attracted to cut-off denim skirts, let alone white ones, yet I have two in my 'Watching' folder on eBay. And I want to pair them with a white t-shirt. I believe it's referred to by medical professionals as Liz Hurley Syndrome. Happens to the best of us when the sun comes out.

Sunday, 12 June 2011

Bootylicious

I have been searching high and low for the last two years for the perfect pair of black boots. I'm not looking for a fling, I want the real thing, my boot soulmate. And like the perfect man, the perfect pair of boots has a list as long as your arm of necessary attributes.

5'11" Denim-wearing brunette seeks boots, for walking, dancing and high-kicking. Would like to meet:
Black leather, NO exceptions; suede acceptable, patent definately not. Ankle height, preferably no elastic panels and no statement zips or embellishing. Plain in nature, no laces, buckles or fastenings. Slightly 90s if possible, round-square toe preferred but is willing to meet alternatives. Heel vital - chunky, stilettos not welcome here, although not too high. Ideally will allow daytime weraring but ability to lend themselves to a night out is welcomed. Must withstand clumsy nature of wearer and English weather.


So, okay, I think I might have found my soul-boot.

Dr Marten 8240 eBay

Okay, they mightn't look like much to you, but my heart skipped a beat when I saw them. You know when something is just exactly what you have been searching for? And then I saw the size. Two sizes too small. Lady Fate is a sadist, dangling the perfect pair of boots in front of my eyes, only to take them away. Every time I look in the mirror now I imagine how these boots would look with what I am wearing, meaning that all my other shoes are now not quite good enough. So now, not only do I not have these boots, all my other shoes are inadequate. Thanks eBay, I have no shoes.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Sentimental

Second-hand dress / Topshop bag

In case you hadn't already picked up on it, I am a sucker for sentimental items. Anything with a story or any kind of personal meaning I can't help but fall a little bit in love with. Unconditional love. And like unconditional love, one fails to see the faults in the object of  their affection. While I recognise that it cost very little and there is something not quite right about the tacky plastic and fluorescent yellow colour of this bag, it doesn't stop me from treasuring it just as much as my classic and very expensive 2.55. It was bought for me by my parents as a birthday present when I was around ten, and it was the first 'grown-up' piece of clothing I owned. It was Topshop! That was a huge deal back then. I wore it to the pantomime that Christmas, with the same pride as I would wear a Chanel couture gown to the Russian Ballet in Paris today. While it is currently having a 'moment', what with the reign of the 60s last season and colour clashing this summer, I will still love it for years to come, even when fashion doesn't.

Things I've done recently:
Revised - lots, listened to the Grease soundtrack and Patrick Wolf on repeat, bought a Holga 135, finished my book (High Fidelity, if you gave a crap), wished that I knew Nick Grimshaw (forget French or Italian men, I'm a sucker for a Lancashire accent), got my first haircut in 10 months, pined for some Dr Marten 1461s, got outbid on some really nice stuff on eBay, wished I was a Roitfeld.