ONE WEEK TO GO, I REPEAT, THERE IS JUST ONE WEEK TO GO. I’m obviously still spending my time listing things I want, rather than buying things for people that are actually expecting presents. If I can’t get all my Christmas shopping done in an hour this Saturday, then it’s not happening. Sorry guys, IOU’s are still a thing, right?
Marc by Marc (by Marc, by Marc, by Marc..) leather backpack, Mr Porter
I’ve always got time for a backpack. I got into ~handbags~ fairly late at 18, prior to this I had a very organised “If I can’t carry it, it stays home”/”stuff everything in my boyfriend’s pockets” approach to life. Since I’ve been cycling I’ve come to re-appreciate the need for some hands-free bag action, and this spicy leather bad-boy is large enough to use for a weekend without looking like a body-bag.
Drawn In: A Peek into the Inspiring Sketchbooks of 44 Fine Artists, Illustrators, Graphic Designers, and Cartoonists, Amazon
As a very ~artistic~ child, I’m still very much into ~the arts~, even if the extent of my creativity lately has been making covers for my mother’s mixtapes (which did go down a storm, just saying). Anyway, I get a real kick out of other people’s sketchbooks/notebooks etc so this is pretty much perfect.
Tartan shorts, Topshop
Tartan has got my office in a choke-hold. At least six people on my floor have the somewhat ubiquitous Zara grey check scarf, and I don’t think there’s been a day over the past few weeks where I’ve been in a meeting without at least one Rupert the Bear doppleganger. That said, ever the shorts fan, I’m really into these. Tonally they’re not overly aggressive and as they’re shorts (ie, there’s not a lot to them) they’re not going to dominate the outfit as a whole.
Fake pony clutch, ASOS
I’d like a real pony, or a Givenchy ponyskin Pandora, but failing both of these, this clutch isn’t a bad third choice. I’m finally at that stage of life (23) where I feel like I can actually be responsible enough to own a bag without straps. And at £35 I’m not going to cry TOO hard if this trust in myself is misplaced and I lose another possession to the great God of nightbus.
Commes des Garcons wallet, Dover Street Market
I hate wallets. I hate carrying cash. I hate never being able to find anything in my bag more, though. Commes wallets come in roughly 677 varieties, but this one is my favourite. I love the unisex shape, the understated detailing of the stitching and it’s obviously in my favourite colour.
Another day closer to Christmas, another day I’m shocked at the injustice that I don’t wake up to a pile of presents EVERY day. Here’s part two of 25 things that I will accept as gifts. There’s still time, people!
Oversized shearling jacket, Acne
One of my absolute favourite Swedish exports (after ABBA and one of my best friends), since its founding in 1996, Acne has become a go-to for their jackets. The classic, shearling collar and pale pink biker jackets have all been a permanent fixture in my ‘how much money could I get if I sold my kidney?’ daydreams for the past few years. I love this oversized flight jacket, I generally always go for jackets at least one size up, I generally always wear bodycon skirts or skinny jeans so larger proportions on top balance this out. Also this looks warm enough that waiting for a night bus on New Years Eve won’t make me want to open a vein in the bath. Good times!
Religion shirt-dress, Topshop
I love a shirt dress. This collarless printed bad-boy ticks all the boxes. Oversized enough that you can layer underneath for winter, or avoid drowning in your own sweat in the summer, formal enough for work but comfortable enough for a hangover. The only thing I’m not mad about is the asymmetric drape hem, which I am already having premonitions of having to constantly fish out of the toilet/tube doors, but if you’re not an idiot like me, this Ann Demeulemeester-esque piece is defs a winner.
Givenchy spazzolato shoes, LN-CC
I’m generally very fussy when it comes to shoes. First rule, always boots. Any heel that isn’t wider than one inch causes ‘creative differences’ between me and gravity. Second rule, always black. No exceptions. I love the chunky heel on these, statement/metal heels have become a catwalk fixture for the past few seasons with the highstreet going particularly mad over them (I had a great pair pair from Zara with a silver chunky heel…obvz someone homeless is wearing them now after I left them on the nightbus…). I’ve mentioned before that I’m not the tallest tree in the forest, but the heel on these is just the right height for a confidence boost without making me feel like I’m in bad drag.
Messenger bag, Zara
Zara is somewhat renowned for its ‘interpretations’ of designer wear. The menswear in particular has taken a fair few Givenchy-print bullest to the face over the past few seasons, and the structured boxy shape of this bag is definitely reminiscent of Givenchy/Alexander Wang. Which isn’t a bad thing at all, especially when you don’t have £800+ spare change knocking around in your back pockets.
Peanut Butter PopTarts
I’m not sorry.
In recognition of Christmas, a time where I can ease off on buying myself presents for being amazing and let other people do it, here’s part one of 25 things it’s a crying shame that I don’t own yet. Hint hint.
World Champion dress by Pero, from Primitive
Is there actually anything better than a sport-luxe maxi dress, conveniently oversized allowing for maximum Christmas-binge potential without having to resort to the boxing day elasticated waist of shame? No? Thought not.
As Seen in Blitz: Fashioning 80s Style, from Amazon
My first and most enduring fashion-era obsession, I bloody love a bit of 80s clubkid fashion history. I found this first in Paperchase, randomly, but it’s a seriously dense, well written and beautifully illustrated book. I’m usually a bit wary of fashion-era compendiums as I find they’re ususally thin on actual fashion theory/history and more ‘Wikipedia page illustrated by Tumblr’-esque, but this is definitely worth a read, and another, and another.
Banging parka, ASOS
I love a parka! However I’m not sure parkas love me. I’m half German, and instead of the Heidi Klum, Claudia Schiffer flavour of genes, I got the other flavour: short* with a torso about four inches long, and no waist. I’m definitely more rugby player than runway. Anyway, body hang-ups aside [CRYING], this parka actually looks pretty good on. It makes the most of my legs, is ridiculously warm and a bit Rick Owens-esque (never a bad thing), and at £100 is definitely not bad for a winter coat that will actually last.
*(though still average height in 27 countries, according to Wikipedia, just saying)
Nasir Mazhar jumper from Primitive
Ugh. I bloody love a spicy jumper. Great neckline, multi-textured, really pleasing colour combinations, quilting. Obsessed. Also, #anecdote, I’ve met Nasir and he was literally one of the nicest, babest people ever, which definitely does actually make me feel better about handing over £300 odd quid.
RuPaul! from Bristol based babe African Apparel
I’m a bigger fan of RuPaul than I am of Beyonce, but I’m an even bigger fan of a spicy black and white t-shirt. This has the added benefit of NOT being sold in Topman, UO or any other menswear-by-numbers-slogan-tshirt chain store, which means you’re not going to see 10,000 of them across the dancefloor over the festive period, which is a Christmas miracle in itself.