Following on from my last soul searching post about being who you are, my musings have been perfectly demonstrated through my dress sense.
One of my male friends once described my style as garish. I prefer kitsch or colourful but to be honest I wasn’t offended by his word choice. As someone who would site her style icons as scary spice and the fresh prince it’s no surprise that many people find my style a little tacky.
Approaching my mid twenties and working for a brand that regularly ask me ‘would you actually wear that?’ When I put outfits together made me think it was time to tone it down a little. I wanted to try the whole ‘I look really chic even though I’m only wearing black skinny jeans and a v neck t shirt from all saints’ thing. So the other night I got dressed up in some tartan trousers and a black chiffon shirt and black boots. And that’s it. And I looked in the mirror and I just wasn’t feeling it. I could pretend to be chic and classy all I wanted but I just couldn’t fool myself. So I added a flouresant yellow blazer and some classy pink lipstick and boom I had my mojo back.
I was fighting my way through the underground, when I spotted the headline of this Stylist article And felt instantly excited; being a question I ask myself almost daily.
The great news is that we are all living longer, making the connotations attached to certain ages shift - 50 is the new 40 exclaim our mothers and their not wrong. We are less traditional; now that marriage and children isn’t the only path and all our adventurous and ambitious escapades inevitably leave us doing things a lot later. Average age to get married is 30 as opposed to 23 so all the single ladies shake that hand with pride - there’s no rush.
But then there’s also the darker side that contributes just as much. Most of us can’t actually afford to do grown up things such as buy a house and get married. When your bank balance still leaves you calling the bank of mum and dad at the end of the month it’s hard to feel really truly mature not to mention the fact that many of us still live under their roof.
While it’s comforting to know I’m not alone, I pinned great hopes on this article that it would give me some kind of ephinany but it just kind of confirmed what me and my friends already know - we are a skint, immature generation who may not ever get a mortgage. The only bit of advice offered was to embrace it, so here’s to taking my own advice of just being in the moment. And besides I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to give up watching The Simpsons in my onesie.
Visual Merchandisers on and around Oxford Street have been working flat out to get their windows looking perfect for London Fashion Week. Some are just plain pretty, while others have concepts and stories behind them, either way they all looking great.
How cute is the Tezenis window?!
Oasis circus themed window complete with moving ‘LFW’ carousel. Never one to do it halfheartedly, not only is the theme extended onto the actual building but they’ve got an equally amazing third window in the entrance.
Every year Warehouse team up with the British Fashion Council to give a talented graduated a career kick start in the form of an exclusive collaboration. Philli Wood for Warehouse launched last Thursday with a glamourous bloggers breakfast, where the guests previewed the collection before it’s official release later that day. It meant a 6am start for me but it was all worth - and I managed to sneakily munch some glittery croissants!
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H&M’s window was styled by high profile bloggers.
To be fair Selfridges windows are always pretty extravagant, Fashion Week or not, but I’m really liking this Diesel tribute which is celebrating an exclusive rock inspired leather collection which launched at the end of January. The collection is intended to embody the rebellious spirit of leather and the subcultures it’s associated with.
The new year is a time of reflection and resolutions. It’s a time when we put a huge amount of pressure on ourselves to loose weight, get a new job, sort out our finances. I have the added misfortune of having a birthday two weeks after new year so just as everyone is calming down from their new year resolutions I’m gearing up for profound epiphanies about becoming another year older. This time last year I was in a job I hated, sharing a room with my little sister (no offence sis) in my home town, feeling bored, frustrated and lost.
One year on and I’m about to move into a flat with my boyfriend and be a part of a new major store opening on Oxford Street one of the most famous shopping streets in the world. I’ve come a long way - so why doesn’t it feel like enough?
As I prepare to move into a rented flat, I feel disheartened by my friends who are about to buy one of their own. Similarly, my new store is exciting but not half as exciting as the girl who’s just landed the job above me. But where does this pressure come from? It’s not as if my parents write in my birthday cards, have a good day but do you think you could aim for a promotion and put a ring on it some time soon. My family and friends are full of congratulations and support for everything I do, so I can only really conclude that the pressure comes from me. Somehow I delude myself that I should have a small waist and a huge salary. And that I most definitely need a mortgage and baby in the next 5 years. Then I remember that I actually don’t. Of course it’s heavily implied but don’t be fooled.
Yeah, you can blame the media - films, books, magazines, celebrities all portraying largely unrealistic aspirations to us mere mortals as we continue to lower our own self esteem trying to keep up. When you’re aspiring to be successful in a society where 9 year old bloggers are sitting on the front row of fashion shows and teenage pop stars have earned more before graduating than you’re likely to earn in your life its easy to feel like you’re not up to scratch. Comparisons are only normal and aspirations are necessary to get stuff done but many of us often sprint past the line between aspirational and jealous, insecure and slightly psycho.
Honestly I spend such a large percentage of my day worrying about what I ‘should’ be doing, it’s an achievement in itself that I actually manage to get anything else done at all. There’s tons of things I want to achieve but watching re-runs of Sex and the City and then getting annoyed because I haven’t got my own column yet isn’t going to help.
So here is me saying don’t make resolutions you can’t keep because you think you should… whatever you’re doing now is just fine.
One of the first things I remember learning about fashion is how the trends will always reflect/coincide with whats going on in other areas of the media.
Well at the moment everyone seems to have a little fetish with Russia. Just as tacky reality TV show Meet the Russians is getting lots of attention, I can’t help but noticed all the Russian inspired fashion splashed across the pages of magazines.
pages from Company magazine
Russian and opulence are two words that just seem to go hand in hand. The trend is producing some delicious, lavish, bejeweled styles - all completely OTT and I think that’s why I like it so much; it’s like an ‘F’ you to the recession.
Don’t get confused though, the current fashion is more akin to regal Russia heritage and authentic folk style whereas the girls on the show certainly get treated like royalty but more in a 21st century Queen of the WAGs type way, watch it on Fox to see what I mean.
Your Russian Checklist:
EMBELLISHMENT (River Island)
Basically if it’s luxurious and detailed, bordering on OTT, then you’ve probably achieved the right look.