It's been a while since I've been able to get excited about a designer/high street collaboration. Isabel Marant for H&M left me cold (the high street has been overrun with IM copies for years now- the last thing I want to see is more of the same, even if it is officially sanctioned by Miss Marant herself), and Meadham Kirchhoff for Topshop was brilliantly bonkers, but ultimately, not for me. So when I came upon House of Hackney's capsule collection for Asos, I couldn't help but add half of it to my wishlist and fervently hope Asos will continue offering 20% off everything next weekend, as they have in previous weeks. I was expecting the collection to be a bit more floral-heavy, which is what I've come to associate with the brand, but tartan is probably a lot more "me", and it reminds me of both my beloved Dries van Noten S/S 13 collection, and the Stella McCartney coat I've been lusting after this season. Now I just need to decide what to actually buy- I'm leaning towards the slip dress, which is, unfortunately for my bank balance, the most expensive piece in the collection...
Wednesday, 11 December 2013
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
If anyone actually reads this anymore (hi! *waves*) I can only offer apologies for vanishing off the face of the blogosphere. My new job generally leaves me exhausted and despite my best intentions for interesting blog posts, all I can actually share is a load of photos of me repeatedly wearing the same clothes (or ones which are so similar, they may as well be- I'm officially banned from buying anything with a white collar ever again!) At least if the cost-per-wear of any given item in my wardrobe were calculated, it would be about 5p. I'm not actually sure that's a good thing...
|clockwise from top left- dress- Cos, boots- Beau Coops; breton top- Sunspel, skirt- vintage, boots- Massimo Dutti; top- Asos, shorts- Whistles, shoes- Kurt Geiger; dress- Pop Boutique, shoes- & Other Stories; shirt- Asos, skirt- JW Anderson x Topshop, boots- vintage; coat- Primark, jeans- Masscob, boots- Massimo Dutti|
Not pictured- either of my two (!) new pairs of shoes, once of which is an honest-to-God pair of trainers. I've been wearing them with little dresses and telling myself it's very Scandinavian of me, rather than 1980s commuter. Photographic proof of my Scandi-coolness to come...
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
This post by Garance Dore sums up how I've been feeling about my wardrobe at the moment. All of the things I've been excited about this season (chunky knits, angora jumpers, oversized coats, pvc midi-skirts) look absolutely awful on me. Case in point the H&M coat of my dreams, a love affair which is very much one-sided:
|This is me trying to make the coat look as flattering as possible|
|This is what it actually looked like. In the perfect candy-floss pink to boot. *sob*|
Now I love this coat. I nearly hyperventilated when I first saw it, as it was exactly what I had wanted, but didn't think I'd find, and certainly not for under £100. I first tried it on a few weeks back, after I had grabbed my size and raced to the nearest mirror, certain I'd be taking it home. I was quickly disabused of that idea when I saw my reflection, wearing what appeared to be a giant's dressing gown, and I slunk home, coatless. Since then, I've tried on every single coat I've even remotely liked in every shop possible, and not had any luck. I then went and tried on the H&M coat, in both colours, three(!) more times. You know, in case it miraculously decided to look good on me (third time was definitely not the charm). I'll spare you the nearly identical stories involving angora and oversized jumpers, but suffice it to say, this is not my season, fashion-wise. I'm not especially tall, a size 6-8, and I've got broad shoulders, upon which anything bulky hangs and creates the illusion of squat square-ness. Oversized anything is not a look I should ever attempt. So I've reverted to wearing the same things I always wear, and looking like I always look, despite actually being thoroughly sick of navy jumpers and black skirts. So I'm left feeling as if I've got nothing to wear, simply because everything I wear is essentially a variation of the same thing, and it all blends into one after a while. So my (admittedly quite shallow, but hey, this is a fashion blog, so whatevs) dilemma is do I stick to what suits me, and dress in a way that accents the positive, glosses over the negative, and would generally be approved by French fashion editors, or give in to my fashion victim cravings, buy lots of pink fluffy things and give up on anyone ever approving of what I wear? Answers on a postcard please...
Sunday, 3 November 2013
Monday, 28 October 2013
Magazines have long sold us the idea of having the high street version of a designer look, for a fraction of the cost. And I used to go along with it, always waiting for the low-end version of the high-end look I was coveting. When I was about 18, one of my first purchases from Topshop was a faux-leather version of the Ostrich skin Prada bags that were everywhere that season (I'm massively dating myself here, it was somewhere round the turn of the millenium). I couldn't get over the fact that you could have something that looked reasonably like the designer item it was inspired by, in the same season, for the princely sum of £18. I was hugely proud of that bag, and it's probably still knocking around somewhere in my old bedroom in my parents' house. As time passed though, and my obsession with fashion grew deeper, I realised that there was no real point to designer copies. Anyone with any idea about fashion will soon clock that your high street bag is just that, and not actually designed by Miuccia herself. So I've slowly lost interest in designer look-alikes. I don't mind "inspired by" or in the general style of, but I don't think anything currently in my wardrobe could be considered a designer copy in any way. The floods of designer fakes that have overrun ebay leave me cold (when you see copies of Topshop or Zara styles, it's clearly gone too far). So I was as surprised as anyone by the item that made me re-think my stance on the issue.
It's a bloody Bambi jumper. From Primark. It cost £10 and I absolutely love it. In fact when I saw it, I ran over to it and had to stop myself squealing ohmygodgivenchybambiImusthaveit! Because this look, from Givenchy's A/W 13 collection was possibly my favourite look of the season:
Now, I realise 99% of people who see me wearing my Primark almost-copy will just think I'm a grown woman in a Disney jumper and possibly just assume I'm a bit odd. The other 1% though will know I'm wearing what I wish were a Givenchy jumper, but is actually just a cheap wannabe. And I don't know if I'm ok with that. If I were wearing the real deal, I would still be a grown woman in a Disney jumper, but I'd be smugly secure in the knowledge that it was approved by Riccardo Tisci, and every fashion editor and starlet in existence:
So basically, I'd still be a fashion victim, but at least one who was wearing something by a hugely covetable designer. Now I'm just a 30-something in a jumper with a cartoon deer on it. To be honest, even if I had no idea of the inspiration behind the top, I'd probably still have worn it at home where no one but my boyfriend (who once owned slippers in the shape of big, fluffy dogs and therefore cannot judge) would see me. But now, the fashion world has deemed it acceptable, so I've worn it in public. And it's the first thing I've liked that I've really questioned- normally copies of the must-have of any season just bore me because they're overexposed before they even properly land in shops, but Bambi seems to be one look the high street has, for the most part, left alone. I just don't know if I ought to have done the same...
Sunday, 27 October 2013
& Other Stories brogues, pink nails and my first midi ring, Mozza and a promising find from Daunt Books, amazing autumnal ivy in Hampstead, new Lula and my much-anticipated perfect white nail varnish- Butter London's Cotton Buds, the walled garden and entrance to Fulham Palace, the old pier in Brighton.
Saturday, 26 October 2013
My inability to pass shops without ducking in to have a quick browse, even if it's the third branch of H&M that day and I'm quite certain I won't find anything I like, means there's been no shortage of opportunities for changing room selfies since I've been back in London. So I present every single thing (more or less) that I've worn over the past 2.5 weeks...
|shirt- Asos, shorts- Whistles, boots- Massimo Dutti; jumper- H&M, shorts- Vero Moda, shoes- Kurt Geiger; dress- Cos, shoes- & Other Stories|
|top- Cos, skirt- vintage, boots- Massimo Dutti; jacket- Gap, trousers- River Island, boots- Beau Coops|
I'm slightly freaked out by how identical my stance is in every single one of these, down to the placement of my fingers as I'm holding my phone. I am however, quite pleased with the variety of my outfits considering they're comprised entirely of the contents of my 20 kilo suitcase and a handful of new purchases. Perhaps I've succeeded in building a capsule wardrobe without actually trying? I definitely need a new pair of ankle boots though- both the pairs I've brought with me probably photograph better than they've actually been holding up...