Sunday, 8 August 2010

Sick...

... and not in a way I'd normally appreciate.

I'm no good at it. It's boring, repetitive and frankly a style vacum. You feel like shit, and believe me you look like shit. It's not a winner.

To deflect from my rather dishevelled and frankly snotty state. I give you these:


Alexander Wang S/S 2010 I believe, but don't quote me on it. I've lost the details. 

Ridiculous? Yes. Fan-fucking-tasic? Absolutely. 

If I had any energy to strut my stuff, and be able to strut it for more than ten yards without blowing my nose, or hacking away like a 90 year old with a 70 year, 30 a day Woodbine habit, it would be in these. Worn with the new length maxi tube skirt and simple tee, tons of bangles and of course, a pair of aviators to finish the look. Perfection. 

A girl can dream. 

Tuesday, 3 August 2010

Fix Up, Look Sharp

Ah, the minefield that is work appropriate attire in the Summer. If you're a woman it's hard. True fact.

Male corporates, I've noticed, do not alter their clothing from one season to the next. It's suits come rain, shine, wind, or snow. If they're feeling particularly louche, they may go crazy with a light grey two piece and perhaps a cotton mix rather than wool. But that is literally it. Obviously those who move to short sleeved shirts, with or without a breast pocket (to keep their Bic), will not be dwelt upon here. I suggest you adopt a similar approach.

Us ladies on the other hand, corporate or otherwise, have a veritable minefield of summer wear to make our way across. For me it's all about keeping cool, keeping smart, and crucially, not letting a spike in the temperature lure me into revealing too much of myself. In every sense. Work wear is a kind of mask; a disguise, an armour, a literal and metaphorical layer that separates the professional from the personal.

This year I've made a conscious effort not to 'relax' and embrace the looser, softer, more casual cuts of Summer. Instead, I've gone to the other extreme. Sharp tailoring and a neutral palette. Dark greys, pin stripe, bright whites and blacks. Think pared down Ralph Lauren and Armani classics.

This dress from Oasis has been my secret weapon this season and a is great combination of femininity and toughness. Teasing but serious. Noteworthy and yet also anonymous.

It's knee length, very important not to get giddy in the heat and let hem lines go north. Plus knee length means you can wear beautiful stockings that finish the look.

Cap sleeve. Flattering. Especially when combined with the square-ish neck line. Enhances the line of the collar bone and offsets that itty bitty waist that has been nipped in by sleek tailoring around the mid-section.

All in all a dress that suggests it shows more than it does. Combined with a killer heel, and a knowing twinkle in the eye, it's killer.




Wednesday, 28 July 2010

Tut Tut

God I'm unbelievably shit at keeping up this blogging malarkey.

You know what I think the problem/s may be?

No?

Good. I'm going to tell you.

  1. Writing is a huge part of my day job. It's not especially creative, but does require synapses to fire etc. By the end of the day, more often than not, my brain activity is on par with a pumpkin's. 
  2. I'm kinda 'ack' with anything that requires regular up keep, or won't look after itself. See also commitment, house plants. 
  3. Fashion wise I'm in a bit of a rut. I like my look, it's fine. There's been no major acquisitions of late to fill my wardrobe, and if any thing I'm a bit work wear focused right now. Not exactly ground breaking stuff. 
  4. I go out a lot... I mean a lot. I am seemingly incapable of saying no to a drink, and well, it's summer for christsake. Because I really don't want this blog to be about my train wreck of a life (been there done that, got the slightly bloodied tshirt), I'm a bit limited on good material right now.
This, dear readers, leaves us at a bit of an impasse, non?

Hmm. 

Ok, a post on summer work wear will be issued forthwith. Watch this space. 

Hem lines, sheer tights and the appropriateness of your toenail polish colour will all be discussed. 

At some point. Maybe. 

Sorry. 

Saturday, 5 June 2010

Can't Believe...

P...I forgot Bowie and Prince for my recent style playlist.

Here are two tracks from the overlords of all that is fantastic and ever so slightly odd to make up for it. These two bad boys (the tracks I've chosen, and in fact, Messrs Bowie & Prince come to think of it) make me want to jump around and squeak with excitement, thus transforming me from normal(ish) person to a gerbil on acid.

 Ah well, you can't have everything.

Thursday, 27 May 2010

The Most Stylish 'Zine on the Block

Drum roll... TBB (Tits, Brains, Balls) No.2.... This Bourgeois Battalion is here.

And no, I'm not just saying that because it's the brainchild of a wife and a favourite.

However, I do happen to be in this edition... I'm giddy with excitement about it, and thoroughly unrepentant that my contribution doesn't deviate from my core philosophy of shoes, shoes, shoes. The article was posted here a while back,  however, this time you can read it with a rather scrumptious visual accompaniment.

Make sure you check out all of TBB, including edition No.1 - the fab styling of the pages, which houses a mighty fine dose of cultural goodness makes it a MUST!

Sunday, 23 May 2010

Playlist: Artists with Style Chutzpah

Sometimes you just gotta give props to those who not only write a banging tune, but also to those who wouldn't bat an eyelash at the concept of wearing paisley, or indeed a conical bra.  
  1. Dusty Springfield - Son of a Preacher Man. That hair, that dress and a song dripping in soul. Beyond stylish. 
  2. Jimi Hendrix - Foxy Lady. Oh this man, this man. What. A. God. 
  3. Madonna - Express Yourself.  Like her, loather her. You gotta hand it to the woman, she's got chutzpah by the bucket.  
  4. The Rolling Stones - Wild Horses.  For a start there's Mick, who back in the day was one hot rock god and let's not forget Keith -  a man who is slowly evolving into a walking privet hedge. Amazing. 
  5. Kraftwerk - The Robots. C'mon people they're German electro minimalists.
  6. Beyoncé  - Why don't you love me?  The video for this song is solely responsible for the look I shall be working this summer.  It's merely a bonus that I'm already a martini drinking hot mess.
  7. Diana Ross - Chain Reaction. The woman's clearly batshit crazy, but she owned the '60's with the Supremes and she's nailing '80's decadence with white fur, shoulder pads and a alarming amount of sequins. I love it. 
  8. Louis Armstrong  - Hello Dolly.  A bow tie. A nice suit. A proper shirt with cufflinks. A handkerchief in his breast pocket. Lovely. This is what I call dressing for dinner. 
  9. Michael Jackson - Smooth Criminal . Screw Thriller, this video is so stylish it actually hurts. Prohibition era bar, white suits, fedoras, and that leaning dance move. 
  10. Snoop Dogg - Drop it Like it's Hot . This video is smokin' and in Snoop's case, quite literally. 

Sunday, 2 May 2010

Night of the Living Dead

It's official, dungarees are making a comeback. I know this to be true because they were in my bank holiday mail out from Oasis. Which means they've gone - gasp - mainstream. AGAIN.

For some this may be a phoenix from the ashes, although, hello? Were you there in the '90's? They were bad enough then. And yes, I can say that. I saw and I wore.

I think it's safe to say that for me this particular renaissance is less phoenix, and more night of the living dead.

See what I mean? Bad, bad, bad.


So, an appeal:

Ladies, we did dungarees, and oh how we did them. We worked the cropped tee, we worked the webbed waistband of our Calvin Klein underwear, fully visible if you wore your 'rees baggy enough (and we did), but crucially, and this is important, we were teenagers. Yes, teenagers. We knew no better. We read Bliss and J17, we thought All Saints were edgy for a pop band and that Kurt 'RIP' Cobain would live for ever. In essence, we knew nothing. Nothing!

Is it going to be any better this time around? I doubt it. Wearers revisiting the trend will only feel oddly petulant, with a strong desire to start hanging around at the 'rec', drinking cider from a 2 litre bottle, which would, let's face it, seriously perturb the current crop of teenagers who're already there.

A simple equation then. Dungarees + 2010 + previously sane woman = complete embarrassment for society.

Harsh but fair i'd say.

Oh and in case any boys feel moved to give it a go, y'know, in the name of fashion, consider this a warning: Men shouldn't even contemplate working the dungaree unless they are a) legally known as Farmer John, and/or b) featured in the music video for Cotton Eye Joe.