Back to basics

It occurred to me the other day my wardrobe could not contain any more contents; between items I’d bought on a whim, to 3am half-conscious shopping purchases I had somehow still managed to squeeze every last garment into my tiny compacted space. But I had to purchase this shirt, and this is why.

Although my wardrobe is bursting at the seams, one can always find room for an old friend, right? And to be fair, if anyone is going to invest in something, it’s wise to do so if it’s versatile and can be worn for a lifetime (this is what I’ll tell my accountant one day when my wardrobe is all I have, as I told my parents the same when I forked out my life savings on a Chanel bag).

What I love is the simplicity of shirts; they can be worn so many ways and be interpreted to suit anyone’s personal style. It has been manufactured and copied countlessly, but theres an art to the placement of the buttons, the fine detail in the collar, the feel of the fabric and of course the cut that makes all the difference. One hardly feels better than being comfortable, and sometimes a shirt can be undeniably just that.




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A man’s world

“Never try to beat a man at a man’s game. I think you’ll find, and I certainly find when I dress to reflect my femininity, men treat me better, respect me more and I enjoy giving into that”

This was the advice I was given today when I left the house in my favourite pair of blue jeans, a not so masculine white collared top and my new favourite pair of Frye oxford’s. I felt great – I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just going about my daily business feeling freakin’ comfortable. Then a brunette emerged, wearing her favourite pair of Miu Miu pumps, a knee length plum coloured dress and a matching plastic peony in her hair giving me advice on how to dress.

Had I just stepped back into 1950 all over again or what? To tell someone not to try and beat a man at a ‘mans game’ felt so out of date and out of touch with reality. Am I really meant to put on a dress, put a flower in my hair and pretend I love cleaning and making sandwiches? Hold the phone. This is almost as bad as the time my father once told me:

“Darling – don’t dress how you want to dress. Dress how your husband wants you to”. 

From that day on, I never failed to remind him of his horrendous advice and proudly announced myself a feminist and gay rights activist. SidenoteHe really enjoys my rants from time to time and has invested in a good pair of earplugs. Bravo. 

The beautiful thing about how far we have come as society, and as far as fashion goes is that women have the power and ability to wear whatever the they please. So here’s to the women who don’t need to dress feminine to look great, don’t give a damn about it and look fabulous! Cheers.

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Bang Bang

Bangs – also known to some as  the forehead curtain is one of the tried-many-times-but-failed fashion decisions I have made, at least three times. You see, I love bangs. I think they look seriously great on those who can pull it off. For me, however, I will keep it for my later years when my hereditary forehead wrinkles decide to have their moment. Let’s recap on the times I’ve tried but fallen on my face:

1. When I wanted to look like Freja Beha Erichsen circa 2007 – good luck, dreamer! 

2. In a complete state of shock when my eyebrows had been waxed off beyond belief. Christ it was bad. 

3. During mid year exams at uni, having a complete mental breakdown and picking up the scissors myself in a state of despair (not one person commented on my new look, doesn’t that just say it all?). 

Here’s an ode to the front fringe – and here are a collection of images which confirms why I’ll forever be trying to pull it off, with or without success.








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