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Sunday, 29 July 2012

ADVENTURES.

Slightly delayed posting here. I think my iPhone required a nap. Zzzz Zzzz

I sit here blogging from the carriage of the 4.53 Harrogate to Leeds service. Exhausted, looking rather rough and possibly a few lbs heavier (I blame the lemon cheese-cake and Betty's iced chocolate birthday wonder), this weekend requires the label epic. Now while my usual style post will follow this evening, now I share a few snaps collected along the way of this weekends adventures.

L.

Saturday, 28 July 2012

ASOS MAG SEPT 12.

Currently sat in the lovely Harrogate kitchen of my dear auntie, surrounded by a hive of activity as the fam prepare for my cousins 21st birthday celebrations this evening. Vats of homemade chunky vegetable bolognaise and thick tomato and onion sauce are boiling away in preparation for tonight, I have a teacup of Yorkshire tea in hand and ASOS magazine in front of me. Life is good indeed.

As payday is fast approaching I see no other option but to sit back and plan my purchasing for the next month. I love the glossy, high-fashion quality of ASOS mag, and the clothes aren't too bad either. Seriously though, ASOS is such an amazing institution. The style possibilities and avenues are limitless, from the cool designers labels to the premium house collections. ASOS is undoubtedly the high-priestess of online fashion shops. This month's mag presents a ridiculously cool Rita Ora taking to the cover, decked out in trendy, ghetto finery. This lady is literally cool personified, London-proud and fiercely original, Rita Ora rocks.

Here's a few examples of the distinctive imagery and style qudos ASOS do so well. Plus the pieces I simply must have over the coming month. Enjoy.

L.

Friday, 27 July 2012

ACCEPTABLE APPAREL.

Androgynous, I term fashion people like to band around every other season or so. At it's most basic definition, it means taking inspiration from typically masculine or non-female forms of style to create a modern and simple form of women's dressing. Brogues, buttoned-up Oxford shirts, GI army jackets, all example of the androgynous look.

Androgyny is something I treasure, as readers will know I live in boy tees, beatnik leather jackets & biker boots. I love the contradiction and clash of style that occurs when a pretty girl teams sleek masculine tailoring with huge glossy hair, perfect nails and this seasons 'it' bag. It's style GOLD.

On this track, I present this evenings look. Denim button-down collared shirt, striped jumper, skinnies, leather jacket & Bayswater. Pretty darn dapper I say.

L.

THE CUT.

A haircut is needed immediately. Well to be honest a hair cut was required monthly ago, however I've been accidentally-on-purposely forgetful. My bug-bear with the hairdressers, I always leave minus 5 more inch of hair than I originally requested.

Now it's all well and good stating the obvious that my stylist is simply doing her job, removing as much as is required. BUT I cannot tell you the disappointment that ensues every time I reach home and survey the damage. Heart-break, sheer, tortuous heart-break.

Now allow me to present the context of these tribulations, since I was around 18 I've had a series of extremely short hair-cuts (or as my dear papa used to say "boy-cuts"), it started with a dramatic Twiggy-style chop the week before university and got progressively shorter from there. Namely for the reason, once you hair is short there's really no other option but to go shorter.
Next came the years of Posh's pixie crop, apparently a style that emphasised my cheekbones and dainty chin, but left my head extremely cold in winter. Moving swiftly into the Allsaints years, where I decided to under-cut the right side of my head in a storm of teenage rebellion and punk fashion. Admittedly I adored this style, it was 12 months prior to everyone woman and her dog rocking the look, therefore I aptly revelled in my fashion foresight. This however proved a tricky one to move forward from, after trying a shorter (and somewhat closer shave) I knew professional advice was needed. The product, a sharp Louise Brooks 1920's bob. The perfect accompaniment for my move to London, an air of savvy young-professional became a constant fixture. And so it turned out the bob was the perfect grow-your-hair-longer style, straight or waved with a centre parting, it always looked cool and stylish and gradually grew longer.

Back to present day, my hair hasn't really changed since the long bob. Except for becoming progressively longer, the loose curls and centre parting remain the same. So here's my quandary, my hair is in dire need of a refresh, which I'll happily provide, but the question is, should I relight my fire for experimentation and try a new style? I'm undecided. I'm tempted to try a chunky fringe but they always seem like such epic effort, a greasy split fringe is never a good look and sometimes hard to avoid. I think I'll definitely keep my length, I love the variety and options long hair gives you. One day a high, messy pony the next long, dishevelled curls. Plus for those days when going to bed wasn't an option post-partying, chic top knots are complete lifesavers.

So off I pop to the mop-dressers, watch out for post-trim update post, I'm praying I leave with more hair on my head than on the salon floor. Fingers crossed!

L.

Thursday, 26 July 2012

ACCEPTABLE APPAREL.

Currently attempting to catch-up on the blogging output due to a certain communications companies utter lack of functionality. Yes Orange I'm talking to you. Yes my Internet is still down and yes it's becoming somewhat of an annoyance. Ya'get me?

Which brings us to Tuesday's look, super cas(ual) for a cheeky pub pit-stop with the guys.

So this look is basically simplicity defined. Indigo skinnies, black tee, vintage boots, grey marl boy hoodie & khaki army jacket. Completed of course with my DKNY satchel, a bag I am yet to put down since I was given it for my birthday at the start of this month. Thanks again parentals.

As previously discussed at length I'm all about simple yet well cut, premium apparel. Alexander Wang, Jil Sander, Burberry, these are my favourite designers. I love sharp, sleek, effortless style that let's the cut and quality do the talking. Don't get me wrong I adore the theatre and drama of the more expressive designers, McQueen, Dior, Prada, but daily style for me is all about functionality edged with clean simplicity. Yeah?

Army Jacket: Primark
Boy Hoodie: H&M
Tee: Topshop
Skinnies: H&M
Boots: Vintage
Jewellery: Topshop
Watch: Folli Follie
Bag: DKNY

L.

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

THE PURCHASES.

As referred to in today's earlier post, I spent part of Sunday indulging in a light session of retail therapy. Light sadly being the operative word, end of month bank balances, far from healthy.

Initially a trip to replenish dwindling beauty supplies, I was soon drawn from my quest in the direction of New Look's accessory department. Fo' show a white girl problem, I could hardly be expected to resist and refrain from purchasing. I'm in fashion, it's what we do. I bagged a blooming gorgeous golden spiked & jewelled necklace, a pair of extremely 80's triangle-shaped studs and yet another piece of neon apparel, in my defence I've wanted this vest for ages and it was £5 in the sale, frankly I feared offending Mr New Look by not buying.

Finally the purpose of my foray into town, replenishing the ol'war paint. After completely murdering my Soap & Glory 'Kick Ass' concealer, I was in dire need of a replacement. I've been using the amazing Soap & Glory products for a while now and have become some what addicted. Aside from the ridiculously glam & retro packaging (which looks lovely at the bottom of my tote), the products are actually beauty genius. I swear by the light weight foundation and aforementioned concealer, plus after picking up the 'Sexy Mother Pucker' lipgloss on Sunday, which I love already, I'm pretty much a confirmed S&G connoisseur.

All in all, a rather productive shopping adventure. Congrats to me.

L.

ACCEPTABLE APPAREL.

I have been a bad blogger of late, technical difficulties have effected productivity and therefore delayed posts. To combat the issue, I find myself blogging from my iPhone. An extremely modern concept, and one I find surprisingly easy and efficient.

As I'm blogging from my phone, my usual editing style has been abandoned in exchange for a more simplistic therefore easier layout. Normal service will bevmost definitely resumed as soon as Orange use the foresight to fix my home broadband.

Ok, so this is last Sunday's look. A cool ensemble for a spot of retail indulgence (see my next post for purchases), then the best roast dinner in all of the north courtesy of my gorgeous Gran.

You will see I am wearing a dress, a somewhat rare occurrence of late. Recently I've been really digging my luxe-cas uniform of super skinny jeans, boy tees, neck candy & vintage boots, but sometimes you just get the hunger for girlieness, hence the brightly printed mini. I added fish-nets and biker boots to toughen the look up, edgy rocker is a look I constantly strive for. My well-worn army jacket and an Allsaints tote complete the ensemble.

Dress: H&M
Army Jacket: Primark
Tights: Topshop
Boots: Clarks
Bag: Allsaints
Jewellery: Topshop
Watch: Folli Follie

L.

Saturday, 21 July 2012

THE VINTAGE DEBATE - DISPOSABLE FASHION?



WE ARE THE ICONS


POST-UNIVERSITY I FIND MYSELF IN A PREDICAMENT. THIS IS ONE ENTIRELY OF MY OWN MAKING, BUT A PREDICAMENT NONETHELESS.

I HAVE TOO MANY CLOTHES AND NOT ENOUGH ROOM. NOW NEVER ONE TO MOAN ON THE GROUNDS OF FASHION-EXCESS, THAT WOULD BE PLAIN FOOLISH, I AM FINDING THE ISSUE RATHER TRYING.

HERE LIES THE ROOT OF THE MATTER. I HAVE BEEN AN AVID SHOPPER SINCE THE AGE OF 16, BEFORE THIS TIME I WAS A COMPLETE CHAV AND THEREFORE DISCARD THESE FASHION YEARS, AS A RESULT MY WARDROBE HAS GROWN TO MAMMOTH PROPORTIONS. AS A RULE I BUY TIMELESS PIECES, NOT REALLY TREND-LED, THEREFORE MY SELECTIONS NEVER FALL OUT OF FASHION, BECAUSE THEY NEVER WERE IN FASHION, YA' GET ME?

ANYWAY I'M NATTERING, LET ME GET TO THE POINT. WHILE IN COLLEGE I BEGAN A COSTLY, CONSUMING AFFAIR. AN AFFAIR THAT WOULD INSPIRE, MOULD AND GENERALLY TRANSFIX ME UNTIL MY 3RD YEAR OF UNIVERSITY. THIS AFFAIR WAS WITH VINTAGE FASHION.

UNFORTUNATELY THE AFFAIR BEGAN TO FADE AND FALL APART TOWARDS THE END OF MY GAP YEAR IN LONDON INTERNING. LONDON HAD TAKEN THE GIRLIE, CUTESY STYLE OF MY YOUNGER YEARS AND MOULDED IT INTO A MORE POLISHED, PREMIUM LOOK. A LOOK OF TAILORED WOOL BOUCLE JACKETS, ARM CANDY TROPHIES, BOY TEES AND LEATHER SKINNIES. IN FEWER WORDS I BECAME CONFIDENTLY COOL, MATURE AND ORIGINAL, PRESENTED IN A STRIKINGLY STYLISH PACKAGE.

SUDDENLY BEYOND RETRO WASN'T MY IDEA OF AN EPIC SUNDAY, WESTFIELD AND HARRODS STARTED TO CALL MY NAME. NOW LET'S NOT PAINT PICTURES OF DESIGNER HAULS AND MORE MONEY THAN SENSE, BECAUSE THAT SIMPLY WASN'T THE CASE. HOWEVER QUALITY AND CUT BECAME THE DRIVING FACTORS BEHIND CREDIT CARD INDULGENCES. I INVESTED IN MULBERRY, ALLSAINTS & COS.

AND SUDDENLY MY 1950'S CIRCLE SKIRTS, MID-WEST COWBOY BOOTS AND 40'S TEA DRESSES BEGAN TO LOOSE THEIR SHINE, ABRUPTLY PUSHED TO THE BACK OF THE WARDROBE, DISCARDED FROM DAILY DRESS SELECTIONS. SUCH IS LIFE.

FAST FORWARD 12 MONTHS AND THESE ONCE TREASURED PIECES REMAIN UN-WORN. IT'S SAD BUT THE REALITY OF STYLE EVOLUTION. SO WE REACH THE POINT OF THIS POST, MY VINTAGE CLOTHES NO LONGER HOLD A PLACE IN MY WARDROBE AND SO MUST BE DEALT WITH. THE CRUX OF THE MATTER, I SIMPLY NO LONGER HAVE THE ROOM TO HOUSE NOSTALGIC MOMENTOS OF A STYLE GONE BY. THE ANSWER? A SWIFT BUT SHARP CULL. I TOYED WITH THE IDEA OF EBAY-ING THE LOT, BUT I'M A WORKING WOMAN AND THAT AVENUE SCREAMS EFFORT. SO PACKED UP IN CHARITY BAGS, I PLAN TO DONATE MY VINTAGE BUYS TO A LOCAL BRANCH OF OXFAM. IT SEEMS THE MOST LOGICAL AND POSITIVE RESOLUTION TO THE SITUATION.

YET I DO WONDER IF ONE DAY I'LL WAKE UP AND HUNGER FOR MY OLD CLOTHES. A CLEVER PERSON ONCE TOLD ME AN ANALOGY REFERRING TO ONES INABILITY TO LIVE IN THE PAST, THIS IS PERHAPS SOMETHING TO BE CONTEMPLATED WHEN THIS TIME ARISES. 


YIKES, IN REFLECTION THIS POST SOUNDS RATHER DRAMATIC AND EMOTIONAL. BUT WHEN DISCUSSING FASHION, SURELY ONE IS ALLOWED A MEASURE OF MELLOW DRAMATICS?

L.

IMAGES: GOOGLE

ACCEPTABLE LISTENING.


ALEX TURNER - STUCK ON THE PUZZLE (SUBMARINE SOUND TRACK)

OK SO ALONG SIDE MILES KANE, ALEX TURNER IS A GREAT LOVE OF MINE. NOW I'M NOT SAYING HE'S THE CUTEST GUY I'VE EVER SEEN, BECAUSE LET'S BE HONEST IN A WORLD OF EDDIE REDMAYNE'S AND GEORGE CRAIG'S, TURNER DOESN'T RULE THE ROOST. HOWEVER MUSICALLY THIS GUY IS INCOMPARABLE. FROM ARTICS TO SHADOW PUPPETS, HIS GENIUS IS TRULY ASTOUNDING. PLUS HIS NEWLY FOUND BEATNIK STYLE IS TRES (THAT'S FRENCH FOR VERY, CULTURED ME) IMPRESSIVE.

THIS TRACK IS FROM THE SUBMARINE SOUNDTRACK, A FILM I AM YET TO SEE BUT ONE I THINK I MIGHT JUST LOVE. QUAINT ESSENTIALLY COOL, THE TRACK IS SUMMER PACKAGED. WHILE NOT ONES STANDARD RAVING, IBIZA SUMMER, "STUCK ON THE PUZZLE" IS A MORE NOSTALGIC, LAID-BACK INTERPRETATION, COMPLETE WITH WAYFARERS AND ROCKET LOLLIES (BECAUSE WHO DOESN'T LOVE A ROCKET LOLLY).

HAPPY LISTENING KIDS.

L.

Friday, 20 July 2012

GRADUATION APPAREL.




DRESS: ALLSAINTS
JACKET: H&M
SHOES: ZARA
ACCESSORIES AS USUAL

THIS IS THE GRADUATION OUTFIT. A KINDA OF HOMAGE TO THE ICONIC NY TAXI, PAIRED WITH A VERY LA TAN. OBVIOUSLY MORE THAN SUITABLE FOR THE MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY EDUCATIONAL CAREER. 

THE DRESS IS OF COURSE ALLSAINTS, SHOCK-HORROR. IT'S A FEW SEASONS OLD, ORIGINALLY PURCHASED FOR A SWANKY BALL I WENT TO WITH THE MOTHER, REVIVED FROM RETIREMENT FOR GRADUATION. IT'S CONSTRUCTED OF AN INNER CORSET AND HEAVILY DRAPED BRODIE ANGLAISE FABRIC. I ADORE THIS DRESS, IT'S SO BEAUTIFUL AND ORIGINAL AND MAKES ME FEEL SO SPECIAL. THE CORSET GIVES ME THE CURVES OF A 50'S PIN-UP WHICH IS QUITE AN ACHIEVEMENT AS I'M A FLAT AS AN IRONING BOARD, SURELY THIS DRESS IS A THING OF FASHION WONDER.

THE HEELS ARE ZARA, AS REPORTED IN A PREVIOUS POST. THEY WERE UTTER MURDER TO WEAR ALL DAY BUT SOOOO WORTH IT. I FELT LIKE A SUPERMODEL, WELL A 5FT 5 MIDGET MODEL.

I TOOK MY NEW NEON YELLOW JACKET ALONG FOR THE RIDE IN CASE OF RAIN, HOWEVER THE SUN SHONE ALL DAY LONG AND SO IT STAYED FIRMly LOCKED IN MY FATHERS CAR BOOT.

ALL IN ALL, AN AMAZING DAY AND AN ENSEMBLE I UTTERLY ADORED.

L.


DAILY APPAREL.

SO I'M A LITTLE BEHIND WITH POSTS, FIRST GRADUATION, THEN AN INTERNET MALFUNCTION. I APOLOGISE AND CAN HAPPILY REPORT, KIDS WE'RE BACK ON TRACK.

THIS IS WEDNESDAY'S LOOK, PRE-GRADUATION.




BOUCLE WOOL JACKET: H&M
BRETON: DARWIN, ALLSAINTS
SKINNIES: PERETTE ASHBY, ALLSAINTS
LEATHER JACKET: OWAIN, ALLSAINTS
BOOTS: VINTAGE
BAG: DKNY
WATCH: FOLLI FOLLIE
NECKLACE: TOPSHOP
RINGS: TOPSHOP

ONE DAY I MAY HAVE TO DEVIATE FROM MY ANDROGYNOUS, LUXE-CAS (I.E. LAZY) STYLE, THAT DAY WAS HOWEVER NOT WEDNESDAY. IT WAS RAINING, DAMP, COLD AND GENERALLY YUCKY OUTSIDE, SO LAYERS WERE ESSENTIAL.

MY BRETON IS ALLSAINTS, PART OF A PAST SEASONS MENSWEAR COLLECTION, IT'S A SUPER-FINE KNIT, SO IT'S COSY, YET STYLISH. I LOVE THE WAY BOY TEES HANG, INSTEAD OF BEING TIGHT AND ATTEMPTING TO HUG MY NON-EXISTENT CURVES, THEY SEEM TO JUST PULL OF OFF-DUTY MODEL PERFECTLY. PLUS THEY ARE EXCELLENT AT HIDING A LARGE LUNCH. 

THE JEWELS ARE TOPSHOP, A MIXTURE OF BLUE ENAMEL, SHINY GOLD AND BRONZED LAYERED CHAINS. I'M ALL ABOUT THE NECK-CANDY AND HAND-BLING. POSSIBLY A LAZY ATTEMPT AT STYLE, BUT IT WORKS FOR ME NONETHELESS. AT LEAST I'M HONEST. 

THE BOOTS ARE VINTAGE, A STEAL FROM EBAY. I'VE WORN THEM TO DEATH, AS A CONSEQUENCE THEY'VE BEEN RE-HEELED TWICE ALREADY AND ARE WELL UNDER WAY TO THEIR THIRD TRIP TO THE COBBLERS. LEATHER JACKET & SATCHEL BAG AS USUAL, SOME THINGS NEVER GROW OLD. 

L.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

GRADUATION.

Ladies and Gentleman, I am a graduate. A fully fledged, inducted member of the highly educated classes, and boy it feels great.

A particularly spectacular moment of the day, mounting the stage and being congratulated by chancellor of the university, Sir Patrick Stewart. Holy sh*t I nearly died with excitement. He said "well done Lauren", I grinned like a Cheshire cat.

Apparel-wise, I'm wearing an Allsaints, dress (what did you expect?), Zara heels and carrying a vintage clutch.

It was simply the best day of my life, utterly AMAZING.

L.