Friday, 1 May 2015

Festival FOMO

Top: Topshop || Overalls: Topshop || Lace-ups: Superga || Bag: Chanel

Festival season is upon us folks, and though I've already had my fair share of concerts and an obnoxious collection of deceitfully candid dance moves shots, snaped and shared on Instagram, I can't help but start thinking about my next affair with all things music.

Take overalls, for instance. Perhaps not something I would be comfortable wearing everyday, yet with the excuse of practicing for Roskilde, suddenly you can't get me out of them. Cherry popped. Addicted.

Topshop, I blame you and your impossibly hip selection of music wear.

Hashtag I'm here with the band.
(Or you know, the rest of the crowd jumping up and down to the music).




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Island dressing

 WSJ Magazine April 2015 by Josh Olins

Island dressing inspiration. For I am about to embark on a May day adventure, and Clare Richardson's quiet yet luxurious styling is exactly the direction I want to head. 

Though truth be told, the island I am visiting may be wondrous and wild, but warm it is not. And I won't be there for casually posing on rocks in a Proenza bikini and Loewe latest tote, but to celebrate a good friend's 30th. Dress code actually reads kilts and tartan. 

Aye, that's right, this lass is off to Scotland! Feumaidh mi ruith...

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Friday, 24 April 2015

Blue-on-blue-on-blue

Ph. Olivia Divorne

One thing I won't miss about Shoreditch (finally all packed and on my way back West) is the dirty backdrops on the streets of E2. 

Then again, who am I to talk? Coachella came and went a fortnight ago, yet I still haven't scrubbed my Superga's. Grubby or not, they could not be left out of my blue-on-blue-on-blue composition. This one might just become my summer hit. That perfect navy number is the catchiest chorus ever, don't you think. Mode repeat: *ON*.

Now you mention it, that one didn't come brand new eitherthough unlike my old neighbourhood, its quilted surface was in immaculate condition. Here, why don't you bookmark Vestiaire Co, and its ridiculously well curated selection of previously loved designer wear, too. 

You are very welcome! 

Or perhaps you won't thank me when you develop tendonitis from constantly clicking refresh on that 'Just In' tab. Oups!

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Coach-ella (-ella,-ella)


The singing started in my head before I could even begin to plan my desert-gearwhich hardly counts for much, for I tend to not overthink outfits (read: throw a messy pile into oversized suitcase and hope for best. "Dear PR girl, no my hair is not festival-ready. And neither is any other part of me!"). But I digress. Back to the singing in my head. 

It started long before we received our American Airline flight confirmations; before I even had time to meticulously check the lineup and prep for the concert schedule. The words would not stop. Again and again. A festival of puns. Utter pundaemonium. For Coach was taking me to Coachella. (-ella, -ella, -ella). I know! Oh the banter to be had! Talk about meant to be. 

The plan was flawless. 

Coach was to provide the fashions: a Palm Spring-Summer 2015 worthy set of carry-alls (let's stop pretending that this isn't another streetstyle scene, albeit one in the middle of nowhere), that would allow me to drift from posing at their Desert House pool-party to frantically jumping up and down for AC/DC at the main stage. 

Coachella, on the other hand, would ensure I leave with VIP-bags under my eyes (though no sleep does that to you regardless of your ticket status, I'm told). 

Two types of bags; both essential to a good time (that, and sensible shoes, obviously! It might be Desert Fashion Week, but girl, you don't want to miss Alt-J because you can only limp from one side of the field to the other). 

The competition was harsh. The first-name-only girls running around the Soho House pop-up really put their best bag forward. Leggy Rosie and her Rivet Dakotah. Quirky Daisy in the mini Swagger. And then there was little old me, and her baby blue Drifter

Blue-on-blue-on-blue. Yet zero blues. Nailed it. 



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