Category Archives: fashion
don’t believe a word that i haven’t heard
So. I’m embarking on a couple of days off. Would be nice if my feet weren’t in TATTERS. I have wounds on the back of my heels induced by some simple new Topshop pumps (unbearable even with plasters/socks etc). I also have a Russell and Bromley induced blister on my little toe and tan-leather stains all over. (Not to mention the sore nail and the fake tan disaster areas – yeah, you didn’t want to know about those bits). So basically I want to stay at home with my bare feet in a breeze, please. I’m pretty sure breaking-in shoes isn’t meant to be this traumatic? I bet it doesn’t happen to elegant people. No but seriously, once my feet have been scrubbed/bandaged and are battle-ready, I’m hoping to actually venture out of the house. I want to go for some food, see Harry Potter, sit on some grass and browse some shops. Here’s hoping my feet will actually take me there.
because i used to love her, but it’s all over now
Let’s face it, Summer’s just not going to happen this year, is it? With that in my mind, can Autumn hurry itself up, please. I quite fancy a change of wardrobe scenery. Tights (currently not an option) would work a treat with my new shoes, thanks. Heavens, I hope you’re listening.
I’m working all weekend. However, the boy and I have both got the same day off next week (rare) and so we’re planning to go out (rare!) for some sort of food in town (I say ‘some sort of’ when clearly I mean ‘pizza’). I believe they call it date night around these parts. Urgh, I could hardly bring myself to say that. Any excuse to eat pizza, I say.
And for now, a tenuously related photo (entirely unrelated – it just looks good/autumnal) of Jean Shrimpton. Look, she’s got new shoes too.
you must not know ’bout me, you must not know ’bout me
OOPS. Those of you who follow me on twitter will know that I found myself in Russell & Bromley today. It was entirely intentional accidental. No but really, I’ve been dreaming about these for months. I’ve actually been looking for a vintage pair, but they never seem to pop up in my size. So I treated myself to the real (new) thing. Slightly extravagant, perhaps, but in my mind they’ll be with me forever. So, if you think about it like that, great value for money really. And divine, which helps.
we’ll still be best friends when all turns to dust
It can seem, at times, as if the task of putting together a fashion magazine might appear a little like Nero’s proverbial fiddling while Rome burns… Fashion is one of the great pleasures in life and it is clear that, no matter how difficult the times, the urge, for many of us, to make the most of how we look is primal… As countries struggle to right themselves in this period of extreme turmoil, I hope ‘Vogue’ provides a welcome dose of escapism and inspiration – while also being, like fashion, a product of the age. – Alexandra Shulman
it’s nice to get out in the morning
Overheard the most amusing conversation in the Topshop changing rooms this afternoon. (Yes, I was in the Topshop changing rooms, depressing myself by trying to squeeze into impossibly small and impossibly short shorts). Anyway, it went a little something like this:
Girl 1: Ohh god, I’ve put weight on.
Girl 2: No, you haven’t.
Girl 1: I have.
Girl 2: You haven’t, I can see you with my eyes, and you haven’t.
Girl 1: Oh god, I think I need the 12. Ohhhh.
Girl 2: Just go and get a 12 then. No-one will know!
Girl 1: I can’t go and get the 12!
Girl 2: Why not? I’ll go and get it for you.
Girl 1: No, no. I’ll just get the 10 and go on a diet.
Ha! The ‘I can see you with my eyes’ bit was my favourite. All the while I was having the exact same battle in my own head. And of course this conversation can be heard verbatim in a changing room near you. Go and listen, if only for entertainment value.
happy ever after in the marketplace
Sorry for the abundance of pictures these days. I will speak soon, promise. But for now you’ll have to make do with Patti Boyd and Vogue. Not bad, eh?
we’ll run away from home, see the fountains of rome or maybe amsterdam
The boy and I have got a few days off together. Call it a holiday, if you will. We’re not going anywhere, but have just decided to spend the time sorting out the flat, stocking up the cupboards (we did our first ever online food shop – which I found far more exciting than I should), culling the wardrobe (which I find far easier than I thought I would – I can be ruddy ruthless, don’tcha know), all whilst continuing the ever-fruitless job hunt and creativity quest. Today we could even be found making some home-made bunting (out of the not-good-enough-for-charity wardrobe culls); if that’s not deviceful and staycation-ish, then I don’t know what is.
This evening we are staying in. All part and parcel of the staycation, you see. The boy has made me a g&t (he’s even given me two green straws to match the limes and folded one straw down in a cocktail-like manner – pluspointsplease). So, with a drink by my side, I decided I’d settle down with the laptop and share some groundbreaking photos (said with only mild disdain, of course). The boy took them of me on our little trip out to buy some ribbon for bunting – who’d’ve ever thought it. I am wearing: Rokit vintage shirt, shorts and belt, Urban Outfitters coat, satchel and necklace, and Topshop Aruba boots.
