Monday, 18 August 2014

part 2 of the aforementioned

I've split the 60s photoshoot into two parts so you (whoever you are) don't fall asleep whilst waiting for the page to load/have to run off and find a sick bucket from witnessing all the narcissism. Here's the second.

Myself and my photographer - I was the makeup artist, stylist and creative director because I'm the big sister and I ALWAYS get to play the best roles

you can twist but please don't shout

Greetings earthlings: shall we just ignore the fact I haven't blogged for nearly a year and get on with the good stuff? It's the summer holidays; I have nothing to do except ignore the extra reading and uni application preparation and spend 2 hours painting my face before assaulting the camera lens by shoving said face in front of it!

really should have edited out those nostril hairs

In all seriousness though, the 1960s are a favourite era of mine - fashion, music and culture-wise - and even though I dress nothing like this on a day-to-day basis I might start from now on if I weren't so dead-set on looking like a Isabel Marant tribute act. This always happens when I assume a different and exciting character - take last year's Halloween when I dressed up as a fortune teller and immediately decided to only dress in long skirts, scarves and hoop earrings from then on because I thought I looked Exotic and Alluring; or prom when I dressed up as an attractive teenage girl and decided I quite liked it when people looked at me as I walked past (this may or may not have had something to do with the fact that I was early and looked completely out of place all tarted up in a shopping centre at half past four in the afternoon). But whilst you may be seeing me favouring my boyfriend jeans and Stan Smiths 6/7 days of the week, in the end, I did have fun pretending to be Twiggy and painstakingly editing all the pictures into the perfectly colour-balanced black and white. Especially the editing. 

Monday, 21 October 2013

fashion week favourites

Ladies and gentlemen - I present to you, in alphabetical order, some of my fashion week favourites for the S/S 2014 season.


Up first is Cavalli, who excels with gorgeous intricate beading and fringing on a simple black backdrop. The flowing, kaftan-like cut of the garments added texture and shape to the collection.


The Dries van Noten collection was approved by the judges for its high-low mix, pleated metallic ruffles being juxtaposed with grey jersey basics. The embroidered jacket and bags were also admired for their ethnic flavour.


The long-standing favourite has impressed yet again with a chic pairing of floaty whites with sharp leather separates. The footwear and wrist adornments only added to the effortless vibe.


A surprise favourite from the Indian-born Khan this season. The Latin flavour was much admired, with refreshing silhouettes created by the puffed sleeves and off-the shoulder necklines. The embroidery and prints as well as the Frida Kahlo-style braided hair added to the exotic feel.


Straight-cut gowns and sheer layers all contributed to an effortless fluidity at Theysken's Theory in New York. The colours ranged from muted greys and blacks to flashes of pink and red colour blocking, in a diverse spectrum that kept delivering in style.


Rock-star cool from the cult French brand. The monochrome palette was definitely not lacking in interest, and the looks were taken up a notch with metallic accents and extremely stylish and tasteful headwear *cough cough*. A new fast favourite in the Subtorial Standard Style Stakes ( sorry - when it gets late, my alliteration gets out of hand). Over and out.

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

week in outfits: day 5

hat/urban outfitters, jumper/topshop, jeans/uniqlo, leather jacket/warehouse, boots/deichmann

Et voilĂ , last Friday's outfit  - and I may have saved my favourite till last. Only a little bit proud that I managed to apply red lipstick without smearing it all over my face and finding it in inconceivable places like under my armpits and in my belly button later on, which is usually what happens when I try and put on make-up in a hurry. I would say that I think I pulled it off, but as a matter of fact, I didn't actually wear it out - so for all I know, I could be completely deluded like those people on X Factor who think they can sing.

Also, for some reason unknown to even the Gods of Technology, my lovely sharp photos turn blurry and take on a peculiar tinge when I upload them to Blogger. Just to clarify: my hair isn't green in real life. If anyone knows how to solve this issue, please tell me - and I shall worship thee as the saviour of techno-phobics everywhere. I promise.

Sunday, 13 October 2013

week in outfits: day 4

leather trousers/zara, khaki shirt/topshop, striped top/pacsun, boots/bocage

Leather trousers Thursday... However cool they may look, though, I tell you - they are SO UNCOMFORTABLE! I was walking around like a penguin because it was so hard to bend my knees, especially walking up and down the stairs. However, you can wipe them down if you spill any comestibles/hot beverages on them, which is a bit of a revelation if I'm being honest. I am a notoriously messy eater. Sometimes I think I should repurchase all of my clothes in PVC - but who goes for practicality over style anyway?

Monday, 7 October 2013

week in outfits: day 3

jeans/uniqlo, belt/pull&bear, jumper/h&m, converses/um...converse

Sunday, 6 October 2013

week in outfits: day 2

My ear makes an appearance through my hair again. This seems to be a recurring issue - if you had seen my Year 10 school photo, you'll know what I mean...

jeans/uniqlo, blouse/zara, jacket/topshop, boots/bocage

One photo today - I looked like there was a horrible smell under my nose in all the others and I don't want you to get the impression that I actually am a perpetually grumpy person. I'm nice, I swear! Except when I'm hungry, cold or tired. Trust me, you wouldn't want to cross me when I'm all three of those things.

Anyway, I wore this on Tuesday (excuse the 5-day delay) to go on a school trip to see As You Like It. I always imagine myself as a sophisticated and cultured lady when I go to the theatre, sitting elegantly on the plush velvet chair, head cocked in appreciation of whatever I might have the privilege of being able to watch. Unfortunately, the reality is usually somewhat different. On this particular occasion my contact lenses refused to cooperate, leaving me rubbing my irritated eyes in frustration - until one of them fell out half way through the second act, rendering me almost blind in one eye. My warped logic led me to decide that the least disruptive way to solve this problem was to spend the rest of the play with my glasses skew-whiff on my head so as that they conveniently covered said eye. Maybe this is why I'm single?