My latest sartorial girl crush is Carlotta Oddi, major babe and assistant to tits-mental Vogue Nippon editor Anna della Russo. Stylistically, (and for her sake, I hope mentally, have you seen the ‘Fashion Shower’ video?) the polar opposite of AdR, Carlotta’s outfits encompass all of my favourite things – heavy menswear and streetwear influences, prints, I also love that unlike a lot of high-profile streetstyle favourites, she’s loyal to a piece and not precious about piece repetition – for example, her Opening Ceremony varsity, and Balenciaga leather biker, which when I was considering buying it, upon trying it on made me look more like a badly wrapped barrel, SAD TIMES.
Fred Perry have a reputation for great collaborations – notably their long standing line with Raf Simons and last year’s team-up with Dover Street Market to mark their 60th anniversary, which saw 20 designers including Simone Rocha, woodwood and Colette create their own interpretation of the classic Fred Perry polo.
Continuing to offer a fun (without being obnoxious) twists on classic styles, Fred Perry have just launched a line of polos featuring cult 80s gaming fave PacMan, (I promised myself a long time ago if I ever used the phrase ‘geek chic’ I’d hang myself) through ASOS. Ranging from £65 to £75, you can get them HERE.
I accidentally spent a disgusting amount of money by ordering a load of clothes that I was already feeling mildly guilty about buying to my old address, and surprise surprise they weren’t there when I made the pilgrimage over there. Obviously the natural thing to do in this situation is
punch myself in the face and be a lot more careful with money for the rest of my life to commit sartorial self harm and…buy more shit!
From my new favourite website in the world, ssense
I bought some men’s sock suspenders the other day, I had a dream that I bought some and they looked really good, and who am I to argue with my subconcious. These give a similar look, but less ‘creepy victorian dad’. These bad boys are from ASOS
I think people at work who are witness to my Hello Kitty obsession think that it’s ~ironic~, but it really isn’t, I just love that lil bitch. I keep getting shouted at by scary old women on my estate for not having a bell, so I can justify this wondrous find as a NEED rather than a WANT.
I have actually bought this but haven’t tried it on yet. Obviously, being a professional model myself it’s going to look exactly like it does on this lovely lady, and not like sausage meat wrapped in chiffon. Denial is not just a river in Egypt…
I need a new wallet/purse so badly, scrabbling around in the bottom of my bag for change like a derranged pigeon looking for food isn’t my most attractive habit. This Alexander Wang baby is from shopbop.com and is only £125.
My flatmate’s just bought this amazing Patrick Bateman-esque flasher mac (here), it’s a men’s, which doesn’t bother me, but they don’t run it in an XXS or even an XS, so I think I’d look more like a sofa with the wrapping still on it.
I’m not just an incredibly pretty face, I am also incredibly intelligent and interesting which is why I’m going to read this on the tube so everyone will know. No, for real though I find anything about human behaviour really interesting, and I keep reading books about gay alcoholics lately so this’ll be nice for a change. Here’s the Amazon description:
“In his work as a practising psychoanalyst, Stephen Grosz has spent the last twenty-five years uncovering the hidden feelings behind our most baffling behaviour. The Examined Lifedistils over 50,000 hours of conversation into pure psychological insight, without the jargon.” So excited.
This is probably as ~summery~ and ~feminine~ as my summer wardrobe will get. I’m usually against slogan clothing, especially places I’ve never been, but I love how the florals contrast with the black, and apparently all I want to wear at the moment is sheer
because I’m a pervert.I’m not usually a Jeffrey Campbell fan, but I’m so surprised I liked these and they’re not black that they’re worth a mention. Again, these are from ssense.
Bomber jackets are absolutely everywhere. I’m a big fan, I love a unisex trend in general and I always find it difficult to buy a jacket that is roomy enough to wear more than just a t-shirt underneath without having to size up. No surprises, but I’m a big fan of the Givenchy bomber jacket selection:
New Look black quilted, Jeremy Scott, Rick Owens, Cheap Monday, Alexander Wang, New Look grey sleeve, Camilla and Marc, Asos tiger stripe, Blood Brother, Dorothy Perkins, Topshop blue with black sleeve, Maje, Haider Ackermann, Rick Owens grey pattern, Asos palm tree, Topshop red with black sleeve, Topman black leather sleeve, Topman checked.
I’m currently sat at my desk at work trying not to be sick all over myself and others. I’m convinced these are my final days. As I approach death, the light in my eyes dimming and my heart grudgingly sputtering along , here’s a load of reet nice things that would make me feel 100% better.
Recently in my never-ending quest for things to spend money on, I stumbled across Cast of Vices, a right nice accessories brand that tick all my accessories boxes – big chains, leather and an appreciation for a rude slogan. (I realise these three things make me sound like a foul mouthed pervert, and this would be accurate.)
There is a substantial selection available in their eShop, but at present, there isn’t a London stockist, but if you find yourself in ~gay Paree~ you can pick yourself up a lil somethin’ somethin’ at French favourite, Colette.
The eShop also features rare art books from Dash Snow, Dan Colen and Terry Richardson amongst others, band tees, and curios like an actual helmet off of actual Vietnam and US prison tupperware.
You can get all of the above from their website.
DISCLAIMER: I wasn’t paid for this, if I was, they’d probably want their money back.
When I’m a broke ass bitch the only thing I can think about is why I’m being denied the means to buy pretty things. Here’s my current list of demands.
As much as his first men’s collection under Saint Laurent Paris wound me up, I still really appreciate Hedi as a photographer. Available from LN-CC.
This is probably as summery as I’ll get, tbh. Available at Topshop
Airtex is summery, right? From The Ragged Priest
Givenchy Black Dahlia Noir.
I know, I know, another day, another dungaree. This pleather bad boy is from Miss Selfridge.
KFC Boneless Banquet. Don’t judge me.
Popes aren’t famed for their outfit variety. With Pope Benedict the XIV’s abdication being the first for over 600 years, the next Pope to have his name pulled out of the Goblet of Fire could really make his mark by being a bit more sartorially adventurous.
This outfit repetition throughout history is, frankly, a bit embarrassing. Here’s Pope Paul III and Pope Leo X, hundreds of years between them yet they appear to be wearing the actual same outfit. Awks.
However, I did find one shiny beacon of Pope-hope, check out Justinian I here, he appointed three popes around the year 500, very Dolce and Gabbana SS13.
If only Benedict XIV had stuck around a bit longer, Gok Wan could’ve thrown him through the haberdashery at John Lewis like he does with everyone else, cries of “whack a belt around it!” and “bangers!” ringing in his ears for years after. . I suppose it’s like a lot of jobs, in that you have to hand in your uniform and name badge when you leave. Does he actually have any clothes of his own
other than a nazi uniform? I’m guessing he doesn’t have much, which leaves the door open for a whole lot of shopping. Hopefully he can take inspiration from my lovingly created post-papal moodboards:
POPE ON THE TILES
Now this is definitely a hard look to beat. What could possibly replace this lovely smoky handbag? This is also a very important health message about the dangers of being at a club and trying to hide your lit cigarette in your handbag.
more than a bit blind, more than a bit deaf, slightly completely unobservant and perhaps most importantly, terrified of cycling (and hat hair) I am set to become the scourge of the roads. Here is my new faithful steed.
When I told my mother about this out of character purchase, she said “I’ve got a spazmo reflective vest your nan had for her moped, do you want it?” Despite the charming mental image of my long dead, chain smoking, moped riding German nan tearing through the mean streets of Bristol’s Westbury Village in it, that’s not a look I’m keen to replicate myself.
The popularisation of bicycles among the more fashion conscious of us has led to a Wikipedia page dedicated to ‘cycle chic‘, a bicycle street style book and a slew of bicycle style blogs (check out the Sartorialist’s ‘Bicycle’ tag here) replete with endless photos of Alexa Chung, Agyness Deyn, Mary Kate Olsen et al on their two wheelers.
Chanel even does it’s own, complete with quilted handlebars and a 2.55 saddle bag. Naturally.
With all of this bike style envy in mind, and not a “spazmo vest” in sight, here’s my dreamy bike wear wishlist:
Helmet, Cycle Chic
Amazing unzippable jacket, Acne