And I, sat surrounded by boxes on the plush leather seats, am unlikely to forget the exhilaration of my first ever designer purchase.
Isabel Marant Dicker boots, since you’re asking.
My good old Topshop dub Pistol boots have died a death after several years of service, and so, instead of repurchasing what will undoubtedly cave in again in another three years, I decided to scour Harvey Nichols for something far more lasting and beautiful. I narrowed the best black boots down to Ash Jalouse, Acne Pistol and Isabel Marant Dicker.
Though I’m clearly reckless (a student buying Isabel Marant!?) I’m also a little tiny bit sensible, because these babies come with dust bags and will last me forever and ever and ever (probably.)
I love my eyebrows. It took me until Sixth Form to realise that one of the most flattering things that you can do to your face is fill them in. However, it took me until yesterday to realise that like everything in life, you can go above and beyond with your brows.
I was invited with I Love Manchester to a brow event at Harvey Nichols with Benefit (incidentally, my favourite beauty brand) and treated to a tint and wax.
Don’t get me wrong, my brows were great beforehand, but after the treatment, they are sharp, glossy and fuller. The brow mapping was particularly interesting: though my arch and end were perfectly placed, the start of my brow was slightly off, making my nose appear wider.
There was also a bit of a surprise up the fabulous sleeve of Jared Bailey, Global Brow Expert, as we were introduced to Bling Brow! After a year of brows such as Vanessa Hudgens’ , Benefit have teamed up with Swarovski to give you the bling brow treatment. The service will be available for a limited time from November 1 at Brow Bars and boutiques nationwide. There will also be a DIY kit available from the same date.
Check out my experience with Benefit on Youtube:
I was not sponsored by Benefit to produce this post. All opinions are my own.
This week, aeroplanes were sagging with the jewels and Choos of hundreds of the fashion pack on their way from New York to our beloved Blighty.
London Fashion Week. Widely accepted to be the most eclectic of all four cities.
Admittedly, this proved finding wearable looks even harder. But I found you some. Expect lots of colour blocking, sheer and ruffles. I was particularly enamoured by the Tom Ford show and I really really like the tangerine duster with the pink dress at Emilia Wickstead.
Antonio Beradi • Christopher Kane • Christopher Raeburn • Emilio de la Morena • Emilia Wickstead • ErdemAntonio Beradi • Christopher Kane • Erdem • Felder Felder • Jean-Pierre Braganza • Lucas NascimentoMarchesa • Marios Schwab • Markus Lupfer • Mary Katrantzou • Matthew Williamson • Michael van der HamMarchesa • Markus Lupfer • Mary Katrantzou • Mulberry • Orla Kiely • Pam and GelaMarchesa • Richard Nicholl • Roksanda • Temperley London • Topshop Unique • Whistles
Tom Ford • Pringle of Scotland • Richard Nicholl • Temperley London • Paul Smith • Tom Ford
Black Vest – Choies • Faux Fur Gilet – Next • Faux Leather Leggings – Zara • Boots – Zara (old)
I was wearing this vest top in Manchester the other day, and a policeman was looking at me suspiciously. I think that he thinks criminals walk around wearing clothing that express their intentions or disposition.
If this was the case, Superdry wearers would all have severe eczema.
Just because my tee says that you can’t trust me doesn’t mean you can’t trust me, ok?
If I was one of the seven deadly sins I would undoubtedly be covetousness. I can never be sated. Whether that is having an entire block of chocolate when I should really only have a square, or listening to a song (Wraith by Peace, most likely) so many times it gets tiresome really makes no difference. It’s an intrinsic part of me to want more.
This problem is obviously worst when it comes to clothes. And these are my current wants. I’m particularly gluttonous when I look at that nude pencil dress from Forever Unique. It has the Kardashian silhouette down to a T. I’m also desperate for a Charlotte Simone stole. This new candy pink one is so up my street!
As a ‘Fashion Person’, I certainly do ‘get’ some of the weirder trends because I like to think I’m in touch with the cultural genius of the designers and their exceptionally niche inspirations.
However, I’m also a real human who must wear real clothes without scaring people on the street (much), so here is an edit of the most wearable and inspirational looks from NYFW. More of the same coming for LFW, MFW and PFW.
Hat - French Connection (old) • Gold chain - H&M • Sweater* - Warehouse • Skirt and Loafets - Zara (both sold out) • Bag - Persun Mall (old)
I like leopard print a lot. I particularly like wearing it with a gold chain. And what I like the most is that fashion has deemed leopard and gold chains temporarily chic.
It’s clear that at any other time than AW14, this particular combination will look exceptionally faux-pas in a council estate pub type way. But for now, let us rejoice in the social acceptance that the pattern is experiencing.
Magazines often suggest experimenting with the print sparingly such as in belts or bags, and though I enjoy doing this, I also like wearing a hell of a lot. That’s why this jumper is so great.
So far, I have a coat, this Warehouse sweater, a bag, a belt and a dress in the big cat’s distinctive markings. And I’m still holding out for some shoes and a perfect skirt before the season is up.
Tomorrow I make the irritating journey over Snake Pass to Sheffield, my exceptional friends and a new room. I’ll be back in Manchester frequently though for events, reviews and hopefully a lot more of this type of OOTD.
I just hope that the people living opposite this stretch of wall in Altrincham can come to accept me as part of the furniture. Because I think I’ve found the backdrop.
It’s the current Instagram refrain. And no doubt, next week it’ll be ‘why am I not in London!?’
This will then be followed by desperate Italian dreams and then exquisite Parisian fancies. We imagine we’re gurning with Cara and laughing with Carine, FROW-ing with Olivia Palermo and selecting ‘day 3’ outfit with Chiara Ferragni. What we’re really doing, of course is surfing the #NYFW hashtag on Instagram.
Instagram; the place of carefully woven dreams and Afterlight fixation. It’s beautiful, it’s addictive and it’s hella fun. But damn, does it mess with our sense of satisfaction.
Through the screens on our iPhones, we are temporarily taken into the worlds of the Others. Fashion People who show us what it really means to live. And we want in. We want in so badly that only more hashtag hopping can numb the irritation we feel that we haven’t been welcomed to our 5* hotel with an enormous glossy goodie bag of £1000 apiece gifts.
But what was it like before this? Were thirteen year olds introduced to adulthood with oceans of carefully edited ideals? Were twenty-one year olds forced to compare themselves to nineteen year olds far more successful than them? The truth is: yes, but certainly not on this scale.
Instagram doesn’t show you the whole picture (as it were). There are hundreds of millions of posts in which the whole picture is denied and hundreds of millions of people who see only truth and wonder where they could have possibly gone wrong.
Nowhere is this palpable absence of IRL more true than among Fashion People. What don’t we see? The tired feet, the desperate need for the loo half way through a show (hey, it must happen sometimes), the searing hunger, the jet lag. Because Instagram is not true to life.
If you’ve ever been to Paris, you’ll get me on this one. You spend years conditioned to think that Paris is a perma-perfect city, the Eiffel Tower forever veiled in a wash of pale pink and romance. Then you go, and you realise that actually, the roads are too darn long and that it hurts your feet just to walk down one from one end to the other; that the part around the foot of the Eiffel Tower which you never see looks a bit like a building site, if building sites were clamouring with men selling miniature crappy Eiffel towers on metal rings.
“Paris is always a good idea,” Audrey Hepburn allegedly said, and in Breakfast at Tiffany’s: “When you’re tired of New York, you’re tired of life.” This, I believe, is the nineteen-sixties version of Instagram: hyper-edited ideas of life that are presented with such breezy and glamorous nonchalance that the world becomes this frustrating mass of Places You Are Not filled with Things You Are Not Doing.
And that’s just it, isn’t it? Instagram has concentrated this human emotion of yearning jealousy into one writhing, colourful mass of Look At Where You’re Not. It’s like being forced to sit in a white room and listen to Audrey Hepburn talk about all the places she’s been and all the clothes she’s worn, while you’re forced to stare at your own stamp-bare passport and stained skirt.
So take me to New York and feed me with macarons, but remember that the person you’re positively imploding to swap lives with might really, really need a wee.
So there’s this intangible things called the Fashion Rule Book, and you should rip it up. Go on, rip it right up and throw it into that incinerator you keep in your brain for times when you see something that can’t be unseen. The Rule Book says that red and pink are not friends and should not be put together. This is wrong.
Red and pink get on like Nutella and strawberries. Raf Simons proved this fact by pairing the two hues on the catwalk at his AW14 Dior show; an asymmetrical red skirt and pink tank working together like the best buds they are. I love this outfit because on paper, it should be hideous, but IRL it just WORKS. Shop the look below.