The unwelcome hurdle that separates me from the joyous summer holidays is once again imminent; and so mid-exam season, I have only a perfunctory post to satisfy the thirst induced by the recent absence of promised photos.
A tribute to Vidal Sassoon, who’s recent death has caused ripples in the fashion-world. He was truly an artist that “changed the world with a pair of scissors”. His signature cut: The Bob (originally designed for another pioneering stylist, Mary Quant), not only drastically changed Fashion in the sixties, but it continues to inspire millions even today. His avant-garde approach to hair-styling has inspired the feeling of personal freedom for women, and revolutionised the world of hair-styling.
I’m hating on my laptop, it’s always misbehaving. Enduring some serious angst and frustration and distress from technological problems; I wanted to post this yesternight. Well, regardless, here it is…finally!
Details from my outfit on Friday-night for dinner with friends, and photos soon! Hope everyone is having a groovy weekend! xoxo
Armed with a plethora of (rather rubbish) excuses, I’m ready to dive, head-first, back into blogging (for the third time). So, with an indisposed bank balance, lousy prioritising and a healthy fashion-addiction, begins my favourite season.
With April underway and May around the corner, my winter-blues are thawing out and I can finally contemplate a transition into Spring/Summer wardrobe. And, that means only one thing: shopping! Having scrutinised this season’s trends – with the help from my three dependable, faithful, veracious companions: Vogue, Elle and Marie-Claire – I embarked on my annual-Easter style-renewal expedition. Never having been decisive though, I just hope that I’ve invested in some felicitous additions to my wardrobe.
Photos to come! Stay tuned xoxo
It’s time to get the Bloggie-Ball rolling again, and after having spent most of February grappling with the new S/S ’12 trends, here is a (very) surprising trend of this season that I’ve yet to come to terms with. The Pyjama Suit.
Image via vogue.com
I have never been a fan of Stella McCartney yet, her introduction of the pyjama-suit – in Paisley no less (a pattern favourite of mine, being an addict of prints) – is either brilliantly hideous, or hideously brilliant. Rendering many incredulous responses from most observers, and somewhat embellished by its “suit” suffix, pour moi, I love this upbeat stylish update on last year’s jumpsuit.
Aside from the practicality of being able to jump straight out/into bed throughout the day, the “suit” seems to be a silky luxurious dream that is ready-to-wear. A promising trend, though it is definitely not for the faint-hearted (clearly not for me). Paired with a structured blazer and the befitting accessories (courage and possibly a metallic choker) a sleek, sassy, swanky statement suit for Spring 2012.
A perfect excuse for wearing pyjamas to work.
New Year, New Wadrobe? I think not.
I am utterly bewildred by the supposed new season. The weather is still chilly, and I fear it will be even colder later this week. As the all-knowing, omniscent weather-man of BBC stated we have very cold nights ahead, and we should expect hard frost and freezing temperatures.
It’s impossible to convert to a spring wadrobe so soon, yet the bombardment of the new season fashion has already appeared. I’m dazed and puzzled. With the bitterly cold arctic air – thanks to the “easterly winds of Siberia” (!) – I doubt a migration into a spring wadrobe is imminent. Though, as Louis Pasteur once said, fortune favours the prepared mind, so I propose a forecast (in lieu of glum, gloomy weather) of favourites from the S/S ’12 trends. Voilà!
My new beauties from the sale. 50% from Kurt Geiger, I couldn’t resist!
Apologies for the dreadful photo from frosty Sunday of last.
Anybody who knows me will know that I cannot bear wearing the exact same outfit twice, especially to social gatherings.
Although always a good converstation-starter, usually it is purely aggravating, somewhat troubling and sometimes even tedious rummaging through my wadrobe, searching for a suitable outfit. This last holiday though, not only did I wear a staple-piece twice, but I wore the same outfit repeatedly at various gatherings, only ever changing my shoes and jewllery/jacket. You may ask, which items could possibly render such loyalty from me? A simple combination sheer polka-dot button-up and gold jeans appealed to my slothfulness and still satisfied my ostentatious and sassy side. The best part was that it had been a comfortable enough ensemble for me to boogie all night! BOO YAY!